Say youโll marry me when I come back or, before God, I wonโt go. Iโll stay around here and play a guitar under your window every night and sing at the top of my voice and compromise you, so youโll have to marry me to save your reputation.
Margaret MitchellYou are a child if you thought I didnโt know, for all your smothering yourself under that hot lap robe. Of course, I knew. Why else do you think Iโve beenโโ He stopped suddenly and a silence fell between them. He picked up the reins and clucked to the horse.
Margaret MitchellLike most girls, her imagination carried her just as far as the altar and no further.
Margaret MitchellIf! If! If! There were so many ifs in life, never any sense of security, always the dread of losing everything.
Margaret Mitchell