Scarlett, always save something to fear—even as you save something to love.

They were always like two people talking to each other in different languages. But she loved him so much, when he withdrew as he had now done, it was like the warm sun going down and leaving her in chilly twilight dews.

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.

Take my handkerchief, Scarlett. Never, at any crisis of your life, have I known you to have a handkerchief.

Scarlett, always save something to fear—even as you save something to love.

. . . She knew only that if she did or said thus-and-so, men would unerringly respond with the complimentary thus-and-so. It was like a mathematical formula and no more difficult, for mathematics was the one subject that had come easy to Scarlett in her schooldays.

I won't think of it now. I can't stand it now. I'll think of it later.