Унесенные ветром. Том 2

Everybody thinks differently and everybody’s got a right to their own opinion.

In fact, in those two weeks in New Orleans, she learned everything about him except what he really was.

The strong were made to bully and the weak to knuckle under.

They don’t deserve to survive because they won’t fight - don’t know how to fight.

"My pet, I’ve been to the devil and he’s a very dull fellow. I won’t go there again, even for you… "

She felt puzzled and a little ashamed, as always when people attributed to her emotions and motives they possessed and thought she shared.

The whole world can't lick us but we can lick ourselves by longing too hard for things we haven't got any more - and by remembering too much.

Will was talking common sense instead of a lot of tootle about reunions in another and better world and submitting her will to God's. And Scarlett had always found strenght and comfort in common sense.

Hardships make or break people

You aren't helpless. Anyone as selfish and determined as you are is never helpless

- Scarlett, you do like me, don't you&

• Well, sometimes. When you aren't acting like a varmint.
• I think you like me because I am a varmint. You've known so few dyed-in-the-wool varmints in your sheltered life that my very difference holds a quaint charm for you.

The conversation was not going the way she wanted it. It never did when she was with him.

You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.

Never pass up new experiences Scarlett. They enrich the mind.

Madam, you flatter yourself. I do not want to marry you or anyone else. I am not a marrying man.

Always remember I never give anything without expecting something in return. I always get paid.

They both see the same unplesant truth, but Rhett likes to look it in the fare and enrage people by talking about it - and Ashley can hardly bear to fare it.

All wars are sacred to those who have to fight there. If the people who started wars didn't make them sacred, who would be foolish enough to fight? But, no matter what rallying cries the crators give to the idiots who flight, no matter what noble purposes they asign to wars, there is never but onevreason for a war. And that is money. All wars are in reality money squabbles. But so few people ever realize it. Their cars are too full of bugles and drums and fine words from stay-at-home crators.

I won't think of this ir that bothersome thought now. I'll think about to-morrow.

You'd be glad to do without me if you knew what I really think of you.