Scarlett O'hara

— To desert us here, alone, helpless...
— You aren’t helpless. God help the Yankees if they should get you.

— I don't know why I let you come and see me!
— Because I'm the only one man over 16 and under 60 who's around to show you a good time.

— Ashley told me he likes girls with a healthy appetite.
— What gentlemens says and thinks is different things. And I ain't noticed Mr. Ashley asking for to marry you.

— What can I say to make you understand? I've told you how sorry I am..
— My darling, you're such a child. You think that by saying, 'I'm sorry,' all the errors and hurts of years past can be remedied.

— But, Ashley, what are you afraid of?
— Mostly of having life suddenly become too real.
I do mind, very much, the loss of the beauty of the old life I loved. And I am fitted for nothing in this world, for the world I belonged in has gone. When the war came, life as it really is thrust itself against me. I saw my boyhood friends blown to bits and heard dying horses scream and learned the sickeningly horrible feeling of seeing men crumple up and spit blood when I shot them. Scarlett, before the war, life was beautiful.
And now it is gone and I am out of place in this new life, and I am afraid.

— Please, don't go! You can't leave, please. I'll never forgive you!
— I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'll never forgive myself. If a bullet gets me, I'll laugh at myself for being an idiot. Thereis one thing I do know, and that is I love you, Scarlett. Inspite of you and meand the world going to pieces, I love you. Because we're alike. Bad lots, both of us. Selfish and shrewd, but able to look things in the eye and call them by name.

Ashley, you should've told me years ago that you loved her and not me. And not left me dangling with your talk of honor. But you had to wait till now, now when Melly's dying... to show me that I could never mean any more to you than this Watling woman does to Rhett. And I've loved something that doesn't really exist. But somehow... I don't care. Somehow it doesn't matter! It doesn't matter one bit.

— Come to my hanging, I'll put you in my will.
— I'll come yo your hanging! i'm just afraid they won't hang you in time to pay the taxes on Tara!

— You know I'm sorry for you, Scarlett.
— Sorry for me?
— Yes, sorry for you because you throw away hapiness with both hands and reach out for something that'll never make you happy.
— I don't know what you're talking about.
— If you were free and Melly were dead and you had you precious Ashley, do you think you'd be happy with him? You'd never know him, never even understand his mind... anymore than you understand anything, except money.

— When I'm wearing a new bonnet, all the figures I ever knew go right out of my head!
— Figures are well lost when the bonnet's as pretty as that.

— Scarlett, you know, you get prettier all the time. You haven't changed a bit since our last barbecue at Twelve Oaks, where you set under the tree surrounded by dozens of boys.
— That girl doesn't exist anymore. Nothing's turned out as I expected, Ashley, nothing.
— Yes, we've travelled a long road since the old days, haven't we, Scarlett? Oh, the lazy days...the warm, still, country twilight, the high, soft Nigro laughter from the quarters... the golden warmth and security of those days.
— Don't look back, Ashley. Don't look back! It drags at your heart till you can't do anything but look back.

— I never really loved Ashley!
— Then, you certainly gave a good imitation of it — up till tonight.

— And another thing, those pantalets! I don't know a woman in Paris who wears pantalets anymore.
— What do they... You shouldn't talk about such things!
— You don't mind my knowing about them, just my talking about them.

— Go on! I want you to go. I hope a cannonball blows you into a million pieces!
— Never mind the rest. I follow your general idea. And when I'm dead on the altar of my country, I hope your conscience irks you.