Forgive me for startling you with the impetuosity of my sentiments, my dear ScarlettโI mean, my dear Mrs. Kennedy. It cannot have escaped your notice that for some time past the friendship I have had in my heart for you has ripened into a deeper feeling, a feeling more beautiful, more pure, more sacred. Dare I name it you? Ah! It is love which makes me so bold!
Margaret MitchellIt was not often that she was alone like this and she did not like it. When she was alone she had to think and, these days, thoughts were not so pleasant.
Margaret MitchellI wonder if anyone but me realizes what goes on in that head back of your deceptively sweet face.
Margaret Mitchell