Margaret Mitchell

... he's nervous and timid and well meaning, and I don't know of any more damning qualities a man can have.

She had to lose them all to realize that she loved Rhett--loved him because he was strong and unscrupulous, passionate and earthy, like herself.

And you look gorgeous when you are mad. I’ll squeeze you again-there—just to see if you will really get mad. You have no idea how charming you were that day at Twelve Oaks when you were mad and throwing things.

What I want I take if I can get it, and so I wrestle neither with angels nor devils.

It hurt so terribly to cry, but not so much as not being able to cry.

Laugh, if you like, but I wanted to take care of you, to pet you, to give you everything you wanted. I wanted to marry you and protect you and give you a free rein in anything that would make you happy. You'd had such a struggle. No one knew better than I what you'd gone through and I wanted you to stop fighting and let me fight for you. I wanted you to play, like a child--for you were a child, a brave, frightened, bullheaded child. I think you are still a child. No one but a child could be so headstrong and so insensitive.

Only when like marries like can there be any happiness.

It took money to be a lady.

Kissing the rod that chastised me is not in my line.

Eavesdroppers often hear highly entertaining and instructive things.

"I don't see how you have the gall to face me!" she cried.
"On the contrary! How have you the gall to face me?"

I want you more than I have ever wanted any woman—and I’ve waited longer for you than I’ve ever waited for any woman.

It's a poor person and a poor nation that sits down and cries because life isn't precisely what they expected it to be.

I'd never look back. It hurts too much, it drags at your heart till you can't ever do anything else except look back... This is what happens when you look back to happiness, this pain, this heartbreak, this discontent.

Oh, nameless things. Things which sound very silly when they are put into words.

Influence is everything, and guilt or innocence merely an academic question.