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.
He knew that she took life as it came, opposed her tough-fibered mind to whatever obstacles there might be, fought on with a determination that would not recognize defeat, and kept on fighting even when she saw defeat was inevitable.
My! How the grapes are sour today!” -Rhett Butler.
Mr. Lincoln, the merciful and just, who cries large tears over Mrs. Bixby’s five boys, hasn’t any tears to shed about the thousands of Yankees dying at Andersonville,” said Rhett, his mouth twisting. “He doesn’t care if they all die. The order is out. No exchanges.
They were all beautiful with the blinding beauty that transfigures even the plainest woman when she is utterly protected and utterly loved and is giving back that love a thousandfold.
Tommorrow is another day.
Jeems was their body servant and, like the dogs, accompanied them everywhere. He had been their childhood playmate and had been given to the twins for their own on their tenth birthday.
I’d cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it.
Vanity was stronger than love at sixteen and there was no room in her hot heart now for anything but hate.
Until you’ve lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was.
The usual masculine dissillusionment is discovering that a woman has a brain.
Now you are beginning to think for yourself instead of letting others think for you. That’s the beginning of wisdom.
Every problem has two handles. You can grab it by the handle of fear or the handle of hope.
Life’s under no obligation to give us what we expect.
The Irish are the damnedest race. They put so much emphasis on so many wrong things.
I was right when I said I’d never look back. It hurts too much, it drags at your heart till you can’t ever do anything else except look back.
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite.
Supposed I don’t want to redeem myself? Why should I fight to uphold the system that cast me out? I shall take pleasure in seeing it smashed.
I want peace. I want to see if somewhere there isn’t something left in life of charm and grace.
Now she had a fumbling knowledge that, had she ever understood Ashley, she would never have loved him; had she ever understood Rhett, she would never have lost him.