Quotes About Scarlett

Mistress! What would I get out of that except a passel of brats? -Scarlett O'Hara

As though she thought I was to blame for what happened," Scarlett thought indignantly.

He thought as he stared at Will in the shadowy hall that he had never known such gallantry as the gallantry of Scarlett O'Hara going forth to conquer the world in her mother's velvet curtains and the tail feathers of a rooster.

If God had seen fit to punish them so, then God could very well do without prayers. Religion had always been a bargaining process with Scarlett. She promised God good behavior in exchange for favors. God had broken the bargain time and again, to her way of thinking, and she felt she owned Him nothing now.

Tara made her charming, but the war made her Scarlett O'Hara.

Well, she was right, as far as she knew. But, Scarlett, did it ever occur to you that even the most deathless love could wear out?

locale and point of focus and heroine. She leaves the great battlefields of Gettysburg and Vicksburg, Bull Run and Antietam to the others and places the Civil War in the middle of Scarlett O'Hara's living room. She has the Northern cannons sounding beyond Peachtree Creek as Melanie Wilkes goes into labor, and has the city of Atlanta in flames as Scarlett is seized with an

She listened with flesh crawling as Melanie told tales of Tara, making Scarlett a heroine as she faced the invaders and saved Charles' sword, bragging how Scarlett had put out the fire. Scarlett took no pleasure or pride in the memory of these things. She did not want to think of them at all.

necessary, she would take them. Today was the day! There was no one to tell Scarlett that her own personality, frighteningly vital though it was, was more attractive than any masquerade she might adopt. Had she been told, she would have been pleased but unbelieving. And the civilization of which she was a part would have been unbelieving too, for at no time, before or since, had so low a premium been placed on feminine naturalness. As

You are pretty healthy, and maybe there isn't any hell after all. Oh, but there is Rhett! You know there is! I know there is but it's right here on earth. Not after we die. There's nothing after we die, Scarlett. You are having your hell now.

Scarlett knew the effort this involved both mentally and physically, for Melanie suffered torments of shyness in the presence of anything male.

first, Terminus and then Marthasville, and not until the year of Scarlett's birth had it become Atlanta.

But, for four years, he had seen others who had refused to recognize defeat, men who rode gaily into sure disaster because they were gallant. And they had been defeated, just the same. He thought as he stared at Will in the shadowy hall that he had never known such gallantry as the gallantry of Scarlett O'Hara going forth to conquer the world in her mother's velvet curtains and the tail feathers of a rooster.

God's nightgown!" said Scarlett to herself in indignation, using Gerald's favorite oath. "He looks as if—as if he knew what I looked like without my shimmy," and, tossing her head, she went up the steps. In the

the gallantry of Scarlett O'Hara going forth to conquer the world in her mother's velvet curtains and the tail feathers of a rooster.

I just adored working with Woody. He was more than I could have ever dreamed of. I'd do it a million times over.

I've always loved the old epics that tell a simple emotional story, whether it's the tumultuous relationship between Rhett and Scarlett or Lawrence of Arabia's passion to get lost in a faraway place.

Now dare to be tragic, for you will be redeemed.' Friedrich Nietzsche                        Ah!

life, surely. And even doing that, the least wrong of

What was it about Albert? He seemed to live almost entirely in the present, able to cut himself off from the unpleasantness of the past and the perils of even the most imminent future. Sure, it kept him in more or less constant danger of death, but it was not the least of his talents. Scarlett, on whom certain aspects of the past weighed heavily, found that she envied it greatly.

Well done, Albert." Scarlett's voice came from close behind him. "I'm right here. Just relax now. Ignore the shooting." Which was pretty much Albert's motto at the best of times.

I wanted to turn around and glare at Scarlett, I really did, but I simply couldn't. Now that I'd had the chance to get over the shock of the tattoo, I was taking in the rest of Dave. He wasn't as tall as Max, James or John, but I couldn't have cared less. He was well-built, and his powerful back muscles rippled as he waded through the water. Down to the narrow waist and... I needed to look away. Now. Scarlett smirked at me. "Reassessing your list?" "Shut up.

I'm done. I'm going to go to bed and read important books about theater. It would would be easier if you just said porn, Scarlett said. No idea what you're talking about. But knock first if you need me.

The best I ever got was that woman who kept having me come up to fix her TV. There was a lot of bending involved. I felt used and dirty. It's the price you pay for being one of those weedy but good-looking types, Scarlett said. Weedy? You hurt me. I prefer tall and scrawny. Unlike my partner, who's right behind you.