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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 569e4d9 | But if true love carries any weight with you, you can be certain Miss Suellen will be rich in that if nothing else. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 607215f | Twill come to you, this love of land. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 5c91749 | Always remember I never do anything without reason and I never give anything without expecting something in return. I always get paid. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 2dbdb37 | She felt little affection for the child, hide the fact though she might. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| e5a8dfb | she could recall nothing about Charles except the dying-calf look on his face when she told him she would marry him. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 2909166 | there were so many things to do to bachelors and she knew them all, the nuance of the sidelong glance, the half-smile behind the fan, the swaying of the hips so that skirts swung like a bell, the tears, the laughter, the flattery, the sweet sympathy. Oh, all the tricks that never failed to work--except with Ashley. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 2acb6af | whenever Gerald galloped around the bend in the road and saw his own roof rising through green branches, his heart swelled with pride as though each sight of it were the first sight. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| f532cb3 | it came to him that Tara, dear though it was, and the County folk, with their open hearts and open houses, were not enough. He wanted a wife. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 61a0e9b | And you old enough to be her father! | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| c1c3d91 | How closely women crutch the very chains that bind them! | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 4468785 | Mrs. Charles Hamilton--one hundred and fifty dollars--in gold. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| b88623f | Bad women and all they involved were mysterious and revolting matters to her. She knew that men patronized these women for purposes which no lady should mention--or, if she did mention them, in whispers and by indirection and euphemism. She had always thought that only common vulgar men visited such women. Before this moment, it had never occurred to her that nice men-- that is, men she met at nice homes and with whom she danced--could poss.. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 4dc6160 | To her, all women, including her two sisters, were natural enemies in pursuit of the same prey--man. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 0b07204 | There was a look of consternation in them, of incredulity and something more - what was it? Yes, Gerald had looked that way the day his pet hunter had broken his leg and he had had to shoot him. Why did she have to think of that now? Such a silly thought. And why did Ashley look so oddly and say nothing? | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| ed7d456 | For all his exasperating qualities, she grew to look forward to his calls. There was something exciting about him that she could not analyze, something different from any man she had ever known. There was something breathtaking in the grace of his big body which made his very entrance into a room like an abrupt physical impact, something in the impertinence and bland mockery of his dark eyes that challenged her spirit to subdue him. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 3deccbd | She was seeing things with new eyes for, somewhere along the long road to Tara, she had left her girlhood behind her. She was no longer plastic clay, yielding imprint to each new experience. The clay had hardened, some time in this indeterminate day which had lasted a thousand years. Tonight was the last time she would ever be ministered to as a child. She was a woman now and youth was gone. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 0411b0c | Really, Scarlett, I can't go all my life, waiting to catch you between husbands. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| f60aef9 | Sil'nye liudi ne liubiat svidetelei svoei slabosti. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 105fcdd | the coarse impudence of Rhett Butler. But, if he possessed | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 9713cbf | Seated with Stuart and Brent Tarleton in the cool shade of the porch of Tara, her father's plantation, | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| b7b945b | He doesn't want your mind, the fool, and I don't want your body. I can buy women cheap. But I do want your mind and your heart, and I'll never have them, any more than you'll ever have Ashley's mind. And that's why I'm sorry for you. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 2f34490 | we, dear wife of my bosom, could have been perfectly happy if you had ever given us half a chance, for we are so much alike. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 527ac45 | I do not want to marry you or anyone else. I am not a marrying man. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| f4d056c | Then why is your mouth all pursed up in that ridiculous way? | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| ce2e85d | But there was a difference in their hardness and hers and just what the difference was, she could not, for the moment, tell. Perhaps it was that there was nothing she would not do, and there were so many things these people would rather die than do. Perhaps it was that they were without hope but still smiling at life, bowing gracefully and passing it by. And this Scarlett could not do. She could not ignore life. She had to live it and it wa.. | grit the-south | Margaret Mitchell | |
| db8b818 | My pet, I've been to the devil and he's a very dull fellow. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 683edf0 | She was a woman now and youth was gone. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 01dd924 | Pretty young Mrs. Hamilton, with her dimple and her jingling earbobs and her helpless little ways, blowing a man's face to a pulp and then burying him in a hastily scratched-out hole! | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 81d3a37 | By eight o'clock Margaret was due at her post, a metal desk with a clackety typewriter where daily she proved that war wasn't just hell, it was hell with paperwork. | Mitchell Zuckoff | ||
| ca15ca3 | Death, taxes and childbirth! There's never any convenient time for any of them. -- Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind | Margret Mitchell | ||
| a5975b7 | Indeed!" he said coolly. "Well, who's the happy father? Ashley?" | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 0b11ad2 | 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." | hell | Margaret Mitchell | |
| 35145ec | Afternoon naps were a custom of the country and never were they so necessary as on the all-day parties, beginning early in the morning and culminating in a ball. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 69a7b2e | This," said a voice from the depths of the sofa, "is too much." | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| ff3de9b | Arrogance and callousness for the conquerors, bitter endurance and hatred for the conquered. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 54f5627 | Malign fate had broken their necks, perhaps, but never their hearts. They had not whined, they had fought. And when they died, they died spent but unquenched. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 8abd6f4 | Oh, you have the nastiest way of making virtues sound so stupid." "But virtues are stupid. Do you care if people talk?" | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| a56bb3b | For a woman, love comes after marriage. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 6813055 | without knowing why, she found it comforting to be in his presence. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 356eef2 | The death toll had reached twenty-one. The survivors of the Gremlin Special were down to three: John McCollom, a stoic twenty-six-year-old first lieutenant from the Midwest who'd just lost his twin brother; Kenneth Decker, a tech sergeant from the Northwest with awful head wounds who'd just celebrated his thirty-fourth birthday; and Margaret Hastings, an adventure-seeking thirty-year-old WAC corporal from the Northeast who'd missed her date.. | Mitchell Zuckoff | ||
| 5b629a3 | There will never again be men like them," said Carreen softly. "No one can take their places." | war men loss | Margaret Mitchell | |
| d6d5840 | Of the nine million Harlequin Romance and Silhouette Ecstasy books for women today, sold and read by the ton, no hero appears whose primary quality isn't arrogance. If any man appears at first helpful, cheerful, and polite, he's the villain. The man who at first appears hopelessly mean and insensitive, he's the hero. It's cornography. Margaret Mitchell's inspiration for Rhett Butler was Valentino in that tango. It's a twentieth-century mala.. | Eve Babitz | ||
| 58bb9d8 | The front of my head feels like a house, and the thoughts reside within different set places that I can rearrange like furniture, but mostly I don't. I come from a furniture-dodging tribe. We tiptoe around the pieces as they remain in place. I'm thinking that way again. Strange, the small things that make us proud. | Alice Randall | ||
| 71b163a | We were in Venice at the time of the revels before Lent. I went into the plaza wearing a mask and hood. I saw a pretty girl, dark skin, dark eyes. She smelled strong of fish and capers and fried artichokes. I kissed her for Beauty's sake. For Lady's sake. Behind the veil of the mask, in the old Jewish Quarter, I kissed her, kissed her, and didn't cry, because I know one day I will die. And I will not rise again. | Alice Randall |