If I said I was madly in love with you, I'd be lying and what's more, you'd know it.

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

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.

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

Like most girls, her imagination carried her just as far as the altar and no further.

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?

I'm tempting you with fine gifts until your girlish ideals are quite worn away and you are at my mercy.