Margaret Mitchell

There ain't nothing from the outside that can lick any of us.

Until you have lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was or what freedom really is.

Southerners can never resist a losing cause.

I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow.

After all tomorrow is another day

The world can forgive practically anything except people who mind their own business.

Fighting is like champagne. It goes to the heads of cowards as quickly as of heroes. Any fool can be brave on a battlefield when its be brave or else be killed.

I want peace. I want to see if somewhere there isn't something left in life of charm and grace.

Until you've lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was or what freedom really is.

Fighting is like champagne. It goes to the heads of cowards as quickly as of heroes. Any fool can be brave on a battlefield when it's be brave or else be killed.

The south produced statesmen and soldiers, planters and doctors and lawyers and poets, but certainly no engineers and mechanics. Let Yankees adopt such low callings.

Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words.

Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect.

Land is the only thing in the world that amounts to anything.

Burdens are for shoulders strong enough to carry them.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.

My dear, I don't give a damn.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken and Id rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken pieces as long as I lived.

With enough courage, you can do without a reputation.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken—and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken and Id rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken pieces as long as I lived

All really nice girls wonder when men don't try to kiss them. They know they shouldn't want them to and they know they must act insulted if they do, but just the same, they wish the men would try.

Land is the only thing in the world that amounts to anything, for 'Tis the only thing in this world that lasts, 'Tis the only thing worth working for, worth fighting for - worth dying for.

The usual masculine dissillusionment is discovering that a woman has a brain.

If he's forgotten me, I'll make him remember me. I'll make him want me again.

After all, tomorrow is another day.

What most people don't seem to realize is that there is just as much money to be made out of the wreckage of a civilization as from the upbuilding of one.

The green eyes in the carefully sweet face were turbulent willful lusty with life distinctly at variance with her decorous demeanor. Her manners had been imposed upon her. her eyes were her own.