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Oh, why was he so handsomely blond, so courteously aloof, so maddeningly boring with his talk about Europe and books and music and poetry and things that interested her not at all - and yet so desirable?
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Margaret Mitchell
Age: 48 †
Born: 1900
Born: November 9
Died: 1949
Died: August 16
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Margaret Munnerlyn Mitchell
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She could see so clearly now that he was only a childish fancy, no more important really than her spoiled desire for the aquamarine earbobs she had coaxed out of Gerald. For, once she owned the earbobs, they had lost their value, as everything except money lost its value once it was hers.
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Did you ever hear the Oriental proverb, The dogs bark but the caravan passes on? Let them bark, Scarlett. I fear nothing will stop your caravan.
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No matter what rallying cries the orators give to the idiots who fight, no matter what noble purposes they assign to wars, there is never but one reason for a war. And that is money. All wars are in reality money squabbles.
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Well, my dear, take heart. Some day, I will kiss you and you will like it. But not now, so I beg you not to be too impatient.
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I'll think of it tomorrow, at Tara. I can stand it then. Tomorrow, I'll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day.
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She could not ignore life. She had to live it and it was too brutal, too hostile, for her even to try to gloss over its harshness with a smile
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Somehow the bright beauty had gone from April afternoon and from her heart as well and the sad sweetness of remembering was as bitter as gall.
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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.
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I was right when I said 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.
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That is the one unforgivable sin in any society. Be different and be damned!
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He made her play and she had almost forgotten how. Life had been so serious and so bitter. He knew how to play and swept her along with him.
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Supposed I don't want to redeem myself? Why should I fight to uphold the system that cast me out? I shall take pleasure in seeing it smashed.
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I have a passionate desire for personal privacy. I want to stand before the world, for good or bad, on the book I wrote, not on what I say in letters to friends, not on my husband and my home life, the way I dress, my likes and dislikes, et cetera. My book belongs to anyone who has the price, but nothing of me belongs to the public.
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I'm tired of saying How wonderful you are! to fool men, who haven't got one half sense I've got.
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But she knew that no matter what beauty lay behind, it must remain there. No one could go forward with a load of aching memories.
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