She was as forthright and simple as the winds that blew over Tara and the yellow river that wound around it.
Margaret MitchellSomewhere, on the long road that wound through those four years, the girl with her sachet & dancing slippers had slipped away & there was left a woman with sharp green eyes, who counted pennies & turned her hands to many menial tasks, a woman to whom nothing was left from the wreckage except the indestructible red earth on which she stood.
Margaret MitchellI'm tempting you with fine gifts until your girlish ideals are quite worn away and you are at my mercy.
Margaret MitchellNow he saw that she understood entirely too well and he felt the usual masculine indignation at the duplicity of women. Added to it was the usual masculine disillusionment in discovering that a woman has a brain.
Margaret Mitchell