gone-with-the-wind

Suddenly she hated them all because they were different from her, because they carried their losses with an air that she could never attain, would never wish to attain. She hated them, these smiling, light-footed strangers, these proud fools who took pride in something they had lost, seeming to be proud that they had lost it.

If I could describe myself, I'd say that I am a poetic gerd. (A geek and nerd combo) I love Shakespeare and romance, but sci-fi and action have a big slice of my heart. When I meet a man who can quote some Hitchcock out of thin air, do a perfect ''Timey Whimey'' impression, play me some classic rock when I'm sad and can give a 'Gone with the Wind' kiss, I will have my soul mate.

But how nice it would be to know that some good Yankee woman - And there must be SOME good Yankee women. I don__ care what people say, they can__ all be bad! How nice it would be to know that they pulled weeds off our men__ graves and brought flowers to them, even if they were enemies. If Charlie were dead in the North it would comfort me to know that someone - And I don__ care what you ladies think of me,_ her voice broke again, __ will withdraw from both clubs and I__l _ I__l pull up every weed off every Yankee__ grave I can find and I__l plant flowers, too _ and _ I just dare anyone to stop me!

Why, why, her mind stuttered, I believe women could manage everything in the world without men__ help--except having babies, and God knows, no woman in her right mind would have babies if she could help it.

I told you once before that there were two times for making big money, one in the up-building of a country and the other in its destruction. Slow money on the up-building, fast money in the crack-up. Remember my words. Perhaps they may be of use to you some day. (Rhett Butler)

War and marriage and childbirth had passed over her without touching any deep chord within her and she was unchanged.

It's just that in the Deep South, women learn at a young age that when the world is falling apart around you, it's time to take down the drapes and make a new dress.

Ashley watched her go and saw her square her small shoulders as she went. And that gesture went to his heart, more than any words she had spoken.

I__e felt that I was trying to row a heavily loaded boat in a storm. I__e had so much trouble just trying to keep afloat that I couldn__ be bothered about things that didn__ matter, things I could part with easily and not miss, like good manners and--well, things like that. I__e been too afraid my boat would be swamped and so I__e dumped overboard the things that seemed least important.

you can go to the Devil and not at your leisure. You can go now, for all I care.''My pet, I've been to the Devil and he's a very dull fellow. I won't go there again, not even for you.

He told me and Rafe to stay put in case you came home, burn the note and get hot water and disinfectant and bandages rea

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.

Suddenly she felt strong and happy. She was not afraid of the darkness or the fog and she knew with a singing in her heart that she would never fear them again. No matter what mists might curl around her in the future, she knew her refuge. She started briskly up the street toward home and the blocks seemed very long. Far, far too long. She caught up her skirts to her knees and began to run lightly. But this time she was not running from fear. She was running because Rhett's arms were at the end of the street.

I bare my soul and you are suspicious! No, Scarlett, this is a bona fide honorable declaration. I admit that it's not in the best of taste, coming at this time, but I have a very good excuse for my lack of breeding. I'm going away tomorrow for a long time and I fear that if I wait till I return you'll have married some one else with a little money. So I thought, why not me and my money? Really, Scarlett, I can't go all my life waiting to catch you between husbands.