Margaret Mitchell

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Land is the only thing in the world that amounts to anything.
- Margaret Mitchell
Collection: Gone Love
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She hasn't your strength. She's never had any strength. She's never had anything but heart.
- Margaret Mitchell
Collection: Heart
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You're like the thief who isn't the least bit sorry he stole, but is terribly, terribly sorry he's going to jail. - Rhett Butler
- Margaret Mitchell
Collection: Sorry
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It was this feminine conspiracy which made Southern society so pleasant. Women knew that a land where men were contented, uncontradicted ans safe in possession of unpunctured vanity was likely to be a very pleasant place for women to live. So, from the cradle to the grave, women strove to make men pleased with themselves, and the satisfied men repaid lavishly with gallantry and adoration. In fact, men willingly gave ladies everything in the world except credit for having intelligence.
- Margaret Mitchell
Collection: Men
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The Old Guard dies but it never surrenders.
- Margaret Mitchell
Collection: Past
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It was better to know the worst than to wonder.
- Margaret Mitchell
Collection: Knowledge
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The Irish are the damnedest race. They put so much emphasis on so many wrong things.
- Margaret Mitchell
Collection: Race
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In the end what will happen will be what has happened whenever a civilization breaks up. The people who have brains and courage come through and the ones who haven't are winnowed out.
- Margaret Mitchell
Collection: Civilization
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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.
- Margaret Mitchell
Collection: Pet
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There'll always be wars because men love wars. Women don't, but men do.
- Margaret Mitchell
Collection: War
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How closely women clutch the very chains that bind them!
- Margaret Mitchell
Collection: Chains That Bind
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You're so brutal to those who love you, Scarlett. You take their love and hold it over their heads like a whip.
- Margaret Mitchell
Collection: Love You
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I can't make you understand because you don't know the meaning of fear. You have the heart of a lion and an utter lack of imagination and I envy you both of those qualities. You'll never mind facing realities and you'll never want to escape from them as I do.
- Margaret Mitchell
Collection: Heart
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I want to make you faint. I will make you faint. You've had this coming to you for years. None of the fools you've known have kissed you like this - have they? Your precious Charles or Frank or your stupid Ashley... I said your stupid Ashley. Gentlemen all - what do they know about women? What do they know about you? I know you.
- Margaret Mitchell
Collection: Stupid
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The way to get a man interested and to hold his interest was to talk about himself, and then gradually lead the conversation around yourself—and keep it there.
- Margaret Mitchell
Collection: Men
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I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow.
- Margaret Mitchell
Collection: Crazy
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He had never known such gallantry as the gallantry of Scarlett O'Hara going forth to conquer the world in her mother's velvet curtains and the tail feathers of a rooster.
- Margaret Mitchell
Collection: Mother
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If! If! If! There were so many ifs in life, never any sense of security, always the dread of losing everything.
- Margaret Mitchell
Collection: Losing Everything
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I’d cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it.
- Margaret Mitchell
Collection: Romantic
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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.
- Margaret Mitchell
Collection: Romance