To Scarlett, there was something breath-taking about Ellen O’Hara, a miracle that lived in the house with her and awed her and charmed and soothed her.
My age is my own private business and I intend to keep it so – if I can. I am not so old that I am ashamed of my age and I am not so young that I couldn’t have written my book and that is all the public needs to know about my age.
Scarlett, always save something to fear – even as you save something to love.
I will think about that tomorrow!
How wonderful to know someone who was bad and dishonorable and a cheat and a liar, when all the world was filled with people who would not lie to save their souls and who would rather starve than do a dishonorable deed!
The south produced statesmen and soldiers, planters and doctors and lawyers and poets, but certainly no engineers and mechanics. Let Yankees adopt such low callings.
Fighting is like champagne. It goes to the heads of cowards as quickly as of heroes. Any fool can be brave on a battlefield when it’s be brave or else be killed.
I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.
What is there to see in Europe? I’ll bet those foreigners can’t show us a thing we haven’t got right here in Georgia.
The way to get a man interested and to hold his interest was to talk about himself, and then gradually lead the conversation around yourself – and keep it there.
The liar was the hottest to defend his veracity, the coward his courage, the ill-bred his gentlemanliness, and the cad his honor.
It was not often that she was alone like this and she did not like it. When she was alone she had to think and, these days, thoughts were not so pleasant.
You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.
Babies, babies, babies. Why did God make so many babies? But no, God didn’t make them. Stupid people made them.
I’m riding you with a slack rein, my pet, but don’t forget that I’m riding with curb and spurs just the same.
I’m tempting you with fine gifts until your girlish ideals are quite worn away and you are at my mercy.
Sometimes Frank sighed, thinking he had caught a tropic bird, all flame and jewel color, when a wren would have served him just as well. In fact, much better.
I’ve always had a weakness for lost causes once they’re really lost.
There’ll always be wars because men love wars. Women don’t, but men do...
These three ladies disliked and distrusted one another as heartily as the First Triumvirate of Rome, and their close alliance was probably for the same reason.