With enough courage, you can do without a reputation.
My dear, I don’t give a damn.
Hardships make or break people.
Dear Scarlett! You aren’t helpless. Anyone as selfish and determined as you are is never helpless. God help the Yankees if they should get you.” -Rhett Butler.
That’s what’s wrong with you. All your beaux have respected you too much, though God knows why, or they have been too afraid of you to really do right by you. The result is that you are unendurably uppity. You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.
I wonder if anyone but me realizes what goes on in that head back of your deceptively sweet face.
He had never known such gallantry as the gallantry of Scarlett O’Hara going forth to conquer the world in her mother’s velvet curtains and the tail feathers of a rooster.
Hush,” he said. “I am asking you to marry me. Would you be convinced if I knelt down?
Once, when she was six years old, she had fallen from a tree, flat on her stomach. She could still recall that sickening interval before breath came back into her body. Now, as she looked at him, she felt the same way she had felt then, breathless, stunned, nauseated.
Well fiddle dee dee!
She could see so clearly now that he was only a childish fancy, no more important really than her spoiled desire for the aquamarine earbobs she had coaxed out of Gerald. For, once she owned the earbobs, they had lost their value, as everything except money lost its value once it was hers.
I won’t think of it now. I can’t stand it now. I’ll think of it later.
It’s not because I’ve -what is the phrase? -‘swept you off your feet’ by my -er- ardor?
It’s a curse – this not wanting to look on naked realities. Until the war, life was never more real to me than a shadow show on a curtain. And I preferred it so. I do not like the outlines of things to be too sharp. I like them gently blurred, a little hazy.
Fo’ Gawd, Miss Scarlett! We’s got ter have a doctah. Ah- Ah- Miss Scarlett, Ah doan know nuthin’ ‘bout bringin’ babies. -Prissy.
Then you’ve made the only choice. But there’s a penalty attached, as there is to most things you want. It’s loneliness.
So you’ll have to wait for approval from your grandchildren.” “I wonder what our grandchildren will be like!” “Are you suggesting by that ‘our’ that you and I will have mutual grandchildren? Fie, Mrs. Kennedy!
She had never understood either of the men she had loved and so she had lost them both. 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.
A new baby! Why, Scarlett, this is a surprise!” he laughed, leaning down to push the blanket away from Ella Lorena’s small ugly face.” – Rhett Butler.
She was constitutionally unable to endure any man being in love with any woman not herself...