Don't you suppose men get surprised after they're married to find that their wives do have sense?"" Well, it's too late den. Day's already mahied.

— Margaret Mitchell

Ellen's life was not easy, nor was it happy, but she did not expect life to be easy, and, if it was not happy, that was woman's lot. It was a man's world, and she accepted it as such. The man owned the property, and the woman managed it. The man took credit for the management, and the woman praised his cleverness. The man roared like a bull when a splinter was in his finger, and the woman muffled the moans of childbirth, lest she disturb him. Men were rough of speech and often drunk. Women ignored the lapses of speech and put the drunkards to bed without bitter words. Men were rude and outspoken, women were always kind, gracious and forgiving.

— Margaret Mitchell

Fighting is like champagne. It goes to the heads of cowards as quickly as of heroes. Any fool can be brave on a battlefield when it'd be brave or else be killed.

— Margaret Mitchell

FO' Gawd, Miss Scarlett! We's got TER have a doctor. Ah- Ah- Miss Scarlett, Ah down know nu thin' 'bout bringin' babies. -Prissy

— Margaret Mitchell

Hardships make or break people.

— Margaret Mitchell

He knew that she took life as it came, opposed her tough-fibered mind to whatever obstacles there might be, fought on with a determination that would not recognize defeat, and kept on fighting even when she saw defeat was inevitable.

— Margaret Mitchell

Her burdens were her own and burdens were for shoulders strong enough to bear them.

— Margaret Mitchell

He 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. Here 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 Mitchell

I bare my soul and you are suspicious! No, Scarlett, this is a bona fide honorable declaration. I admit that it's not in the best of taste, coming at this time, but I have a very good excuse for my lack of breeding. I'm going away tomorrow for a long time and I fear that if I wait till I return you'll have married someone else with a little money. So I thought, why not me and my money? Really, Scarlett, I can't go all my life waiting to catch you between husbands.

— Margaret Mitchell

I'd cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it.

— Margaret Mitchell