There’ll always be wars because men love wars. Women don’t, but men do..
Margaret MitchellTag: war
Make up your mind to this. If you are different, you are isolated, not only from people of your own age but from those of your parents' generation and from your children's generation too. They'll never understand you and they'll be shocked no matter what you do. But your grandparents would probably be proud of you and say: 'There's a chip off the old block,' and your grandchildren will sigh enviously and say: 'What an old rip Grandma must have been!' and they'll try to be like you.
Margaret MitchellTag: nonconformity
Sir" said Mrs. Meade indignantly. "There are NO deserters in the Confederate army."
"I beg your pardon," said Rhett with mock humility. "I meant those thousands on furlough who FORGOT to rejoin their regiments and those who have been over their wounds for six months but who remain at home, going about their usual business or doing the spring plowing.
The liar was the hottest to defend his veracity, the coward his courage, the ill-bred his gentlemanliness, and the cad his honor
Margaret MitchellCrackers are short on sparkle.
Margaret MitchellSvi su ratovi sveti - rece - za one koji se u njima bore. Kad ljudi koji pokrecu ratove ne bi od njih napravili svetinje ko bi bio toliko lud da se tuce? Ali ma kakve bile krilatice koje besjednici dobacuju ludacima koji se tuku, ma kako plemenite svrhe oni pripisivali ratovima, rat uvijek ima samo jedan razlog. A taj razlog je novac. Svi ratovi su stvarno bili tuce oko novca. Ali je malo ljudi koji to shvataju. Njihove usi su tako pune trestanja truba, dobosa i lijepih rijeci besjednika, koji se uostalom ne micu iz kuca.
Margaret MitchellHe would never be any different and now Scarlett realize the truth and accepted it without emotion—that until he died Gerald would always be waiting for Ellen, always listening for her. Her was in some dim borderline country where time was standing still and Ellen was always in the next room. The mainspring of his existence was taken away when she died and with it has gone his bounding assurance, his impudence and his restless vitality. Ellen was the audience before which the blustering drama of Gerald O'Hara had been played Now the curtain had been rung down forever, the footlights dimmed and the audience suddenly vanished, while the stunned old actor remained on his empty stage, waiting for his cues.
Margaret MitchellTag: death
Hush," he said. "I am asking you to marry me. Would you be convinced if I knelt down?
Margaret MitchellCome, Scarlett, you are no child, no schoolgirl to put me off with foolish excuses about decency and so forth. Say you'll marry me when I come back or, before God, I won't go. I'll stay around here and play a guitar under your window every night and sing at the top of my voice and compromise you, so you'll have to marry me to save your reputation.
Margaret MitchellTag: love
Babies, babies, babies. Why did God make so many babies? But no, God didn't make them. Stupid people made them.
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