There are too many other things to think about—things that can be helped without my thinking of those I can’t help.

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.

But I do love him. I've loved him for years. Love can't change to apathy in a minute.

"Captain Butler, you must not hold me so tightly. Everybody is looking."
“If no one were looking, would you care?"

If you haven't done anything wrong, it's because you haven't had the opportunity.

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

I mustn't bawl; I mustn't beg. I mustn't do anything to risk his contempt. He must respect me even — even if he doesn't love me.

— I only know that I love you!
— That's your misfortune.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together 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.

“Scarlett, you do like me, don’t you?”
“Well, sometimes,” she answered cautiously.“When you aren’t acting like a varmint.”
“I think you like me because I am a varmint."

The fluttering lashes were his undoing.

It had been her experience that the liar was the hottest to defend his veracity, the coward his courage, the ill-bred his gentlemanliness, and the cad his honor.

“Sir,” she said, “you are no gentleman!”
“An apt observation,” he answered airily.“And, you, Miss, are no lady.”

You might possibly sponge the spots off a leopard but he'd remain a leopard, just the same.