Times were so hard it was difficult to feed and lodge humans, much less animals.
It was hard to believe there was so much money in all this bitter and poverty-stricken world. So much money, so very much money, and someone else had it, someone who took it lightly and didn’t need it.
People must do what they must do. We all don’t think alike or act alike and it’s wrong to-to judge others by ourselves.
There ain’t nothing from the outside can lick any of us.
Southerners can never resist a losing cause.
All you have done is to be different from other women and you have made a little success of it. This is unforgivable sin in any society. The mere fact that you have succeed to run the mill is an insult to everyman who hasn’t succeed.
I’m tired of saying, “How wonderful you are!” to fool men who haven’t got one-half the sense I’ve got, and I’m tired of pretending I don’t know anything, so men can tell me things and feel important while they’re doing it.
All wars are sacred to those who have to fight them. If the people who started wars didn’t make them sacred, who would be foolish enough to fight?
The Old Guard dies but it never surrenders.
Everybody’s mainspring is different. And I want to say this – folks whose mainsprings are busted are better dead.
No matter what rallying cries the orators give to the idiots who fight, no matter what noble purposes they assign to wars, there is never but one reason for a war. And that is money. All wars are in reality money squabbles.
And if we folks have a motto, it’s this: ‘Don’t holler – smile and bide your time.’ We’ve survived a passel of things that way, smiling and biding our time, and we’ve gotten to be experts at surviving.
Anyone as selfish and determined as you are is never helpless.
God help the man who ever really loves you.
Brilliance is one part talent, two parts wisdom and three parts passion.
Madam, you flatter yourself. I do not want to marry you or anyone else. I am not a marrying man. – Rhett Butler.
If! If! If! There were so many ifs in life, never any sense of security, always the dread of losing everything...
I don’t see how it could possibly be made into a movie unless the entire book was scrapped and Shirley Temple cast as ‘Bonnie,’ Mae West as ‘Belle,’ and Stepin Fetchit as ‘Uncle Peter.’
Take my handkerchief, Scarlett. Never, at any crisis of your life, have I known you to have a handkerchief.
Everywhere, women gathered in knots, huddled in groups on front porches, on sidewalks, even in the middle of the streets, telling each other that no news is good news, trying to comfort each other, trying to present a brave appearance.