You can’t make me mad by calling me names that are true. Certainly I’m a rascal, and why not? It’s a free country and a man may be a rascal if he chooses. It’s only hypocrites like you, my dear lady, just as black at heart but trying to hide it, who becomes enraged when called by their right names.
I feel sorry for her, but I don’t like people I’ve got to feel sorry for.
Mistress! What would I get out of that except a passel of brats?” -Scarlett O’Hara.
Why be an ostrich?
Well, none of us, as far as I can see, are doing what we intended to do right now, but I think we’ll make out just the same. It’s a poor person and a poor nation that sits down and cries because life isn’t precisely what they expected it to be.
You look like you’d swallowed a ramrod and it isn’t becoming”-Rhett Butler.
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.