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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 61dcb2b | The cause didn't seem sacred to her. The war did not seem to be holy affair. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| eebe951 | Nao sei se interprete as suas palavras como um galanteio, se nao - replicou Scarlett, indecisa. - Nao se trata de nenhum galanteio - explicou ele. - Quando e que perdera essa mania de imaginar galanteios em todas as palavras que os homens lhe dirigem? - So depois de morta - respondeu ela. E sorriu, pensando que encontraria sempre homens que lhe dirigissem piropos, mesmo que Rhett nunca o fizesse. - Presuncao e agua benta cada qual toma a qu.. | rhett-butler scarlett-o-hara | Margaret Mitchell | |
| fdd88ce | Money can't buy everything." "Someone must have told you that. You'd never think of such a platitude all by yourself. What can't it buy?" "Oh, well, I don't know--not happiness or love, anyway." "Generally it can. And when it can't, it can buy some of the most remarkable substitutes." | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 2ca3be7 | desear y conseguir eran dos cosas distintas. La vida no le habia ensenado que correr no siempre significa alcanzar. | desear inmadurez vida | Margaret Mitchell | |
| 5302d9e | Because she hated herself, she hated them all with the fury of the thwarted and humiliated love of sixteen. Only a little true tenderness had been mixed into her love. Mostly it had been compounded out of vanity and complacent confidence in her own charms. Now she had lost and, greater than her sense of loss, was the fear that she had made a public spectacle of herself. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 127a008 | It's hard to salvage jettisoned cargo and, if it is retrieved, it's usually irreparably damaged. And I fear that when you can afford to fish up the honor and virtue and kindness you've thrown overboard, you'll find they have suffered a sea change and not, I fear, into something rich and strange. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 86a5e94 | war was not glory but dirt and misery. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| d12c200 | Here, take my handkerchief. Never, at any crisis of your life, have I known you to have a handkerchief. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 938cb65 | Well--you know how the Wilkes are. They are kind of queer about music and books and scenery. Mother says it's because their grandfather came from Virginia. She says Virginians set quite a store by such things. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 30c8185 | and the most insane gossip tortured the town | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| d364a89 | I believe woman could manage everything in the world without men's help-except birthing babies... | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 7119943 | Oh, he was detestable! She swung round on her heel and marched into the house. She grabbed hold of the door to shut it with a bang, but the hook which held it open was too heavy for her. She struggled with it, panting. "May I help you?" he asked. Feeling that she would burst a blood vessel if she stayed another minute, she stormed up the stairs. And as she reached the upper floor, she heard him obligingly slam the door for her." | slam | Margaret Mitchell | |
| 336de26 | Better to be tormented with memories of Ashley than Charleston accents. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 83fd081 | It was a man's world, and she accepted it as such. The man owned the property, and the woman managed it. The man took the credit for the management, and the woman praised his cleverness. The man roared like a bull when a splinter was in his finger, and the woman muffled the moans of childbirth, lest she disturb him. Men were rough of speech and often drunk. Women ignored the lapses of speech and put the drunkards to bed without bitter words.. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 08b552d | She had the temper of a Tartar and the rages of a wild cat and, at such times, she did not seem to care what she said or how much it hurt. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 0a7591f | Talking to Rhett was comparable only to one thing, the feeling of ease and comfort afforded by a pair of old slippers after dancing in a pair too tight. | love rhett-butler scarlett-o-hara talking | Margaret Mitchell | |
| a9e0b60 | Ashley was imprisoned forever by words which were stronger than any jail. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 0d26841 | I've got something that most pretty ladies haven't got--and that's a mind that's made up. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| fced3e9 | She was less frightened also because life had taken on the quality of a dream, a dream too terrible to be real. It wasn't possible that she, Scarlett O'Hara, should be in such a predicament, with the danger of death about her every hour, every minute. It wasn't possible that the quiet tenor of life could have changed so completely in so short a time. | hardship scarlett-o-hara | Margaret Mitchell | |
| ce60845 | It was his goatee that annoyed her the most. Men should either be clean shaven, mustached or wear full beards. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 86e812f | The husband is always the last to find out. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 5d300dc | I want you more than I have ever wanted any woman--and I've waited longer for you than I've ever waited for any woman. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| d2b3a9b | She knew she had changed too, but not as they had changed, and it puzzled her. She sat and watched them and she felt herself an alien among them, as alien and lonely as if she had come from another world, speaking a language they did not understand and she not understanding theirs. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 2ecb32e | What a white livered, cowardly little bitch you are. | scarlett | Margaret Mitchell | |
| 333bd03 | Always providing you have enough courage--or money--you can do without a reputation. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 1b08141 | It was unreal, grotesquely unreal, that morning skies which dawned so tenderly blue could be profaned with cannon smoke that hung over the town like low thunder clouds, that warm noontides filled with the piercing sweetness of massed honeysuckle and climbing roses could be so fearful, as shells screamed into the streets, bursting like the crack of doom, throwing iron splinters hundreds of yards, blowing people and animals to bits. | gone-with-the-wind profanity war | Margaret Mitchell | |
| 2b89ddb | God doesn't give a man anything more precious than a good woman. | Alice Randall | ||
| aebce75 | you know what doesn't work when people are tasering you? It's shouting 'Stop tasering me.' If they're tasering you already, they won't stop because you ask them to. | Adam Rex | ||
| e8c97b7 | Jay lurched in one direction, jerked back, lurched in another, tripped for no reason. He finally made it through a gauntlet of invisible obstacles and crouched behind a water fountain shaped like a hippopotamous throwing up. | random | Adam Rex | |
| 4e21612 | a row of tables manned by seated, serious women. Each woman looked like she could be someone's least-favourite aunt. | funny women | Adam Rex | |
| 73dc352 | So why the pelican? Said Haskoll. The thief was giving Haskoll a look that said, | Adam Rex | ||
| 720a0d4 | Told you," said Mick. "Things comin' together. We set off lookin' for the Utz kids an' find a tree full o' everybody. That's magic, too." "It's like a story." "Same thing. The universe don't like plot. Story is magic's way o' telling the universe to sod off." "That's good then, right?" said Scott. After this episode with Emily, he was ready for some optimism. "Magic wants us all to live happily ever after." "Not necessarily," Mick answered... | Adam Rex | ||
| 5c3c61a | I'm half white," I said, folding my arms. "Hrrm. Which half?" I blinked. "Uh...dunno. Let's just say it's from the waist down." Chief Shouting Bear nodded. "Deal. I only hate your legs." | Adam Rex | ||
| 83a30dc | You heard my name was Chief Shouting Bear," he said. "It doesn't matter. You can call me whatever you want, Stupidlegs." | Adam Rex | ||
| 72e2f3f | In lieu of Tasers, you'll have to hit me. Hard as you can. Then maybe some kind of fight-or-flight response will kick in and I'll turn into a bat to get away from you." "Fight or flight." "Yes." "Only half of that is flight." | humor humour paranormal supernatural transformation vampires | Adam Rex | |
| cdf26da | This is exciting," said J.Lo. "We are sneaky agent men, like Bond James Bond." "I don't know where you pick this stuff up." | smekday the-true-meaning-of-smekday | Adam Rex | |
| 710db8f | O but," quoth she, "great griefe will not be tould, And can more easily be thought, then said." "Right so"; quoth he, "but he, that never would, Could never: will to might gives greatest aid." "But grief," quoth she, "does great grow displaid, If then it find not helpe, and breedes despaire." "Despaire breedes not," quoth he, "where faith is staid." "No faith so fast," quoth she, "but flesh does paire." "Flesh may empaire," quoth he,.. | Edmund Spenser | ||
| 707017e | Sleep after Toil, Port after stormy Seas, Ease after War, Death after Life, does greatly please. | Edmund Spenser | ||
| 7aae993 | For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine Oaten reeds, And sing of Knights and Ladies gentle deeds; | Edmund Spenser | ||
| c809e9b | Vntroubled night they say giues counsell best. | Edmund Spenser | ||
| af3795f | His Lady sad to see his sore constraint, Cried out, "Now now Sir knight, shew what ye bee, Add faith unto your force, and be not faint: Strangle her, else she sure will strangle thee." That when he heard, in great perplexitie, His gall did grate for griefe and high distaine, And knitting all his force got one hand free, Wherewith he grypt her gorge with so great paine, That soone to loose her wicked bands did her constraine." | Edmund Spenser | ||
| 9581a2c | Love is a golden bubble full of dreams, That waking breaks, and fills us with extremes. ---From "Hero and Leander, Sestiad III" | love | Christopher Marlowe | |
| b238e26 | Si peccasse negamus, fallimur, et nulla est in nobis veritas; If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us. Why, then, belike we must sin, and so consequently die: Ay, we must die an everlasting death. What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera,19 What will be, shall be? Divinity, adieu! | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| a4f7de1 | The sight of London to my exiled eyes Is as Elysium to a new-come soul. | Christopher Marlowe |