That's what's wrong with you. All your beaux have respected you too much, though God knows why, or they have been too afraid of you to really do right by you. The result is that you are unendurably uppity. You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.

You are a child if you thought I didn’t know, for all your smothering yourself under that hot lap robe. Of course, I knew. Why else do you think I’ve been—” He stopped suddenly and a silence fell between them. He picked up the reins and clucked to the horse.

I want peace. I want to see if somewhere there isn't something left in life of charm and grace.

what will the South be like without all our fine boys? What would the South have been if they had lived?

Burdens are for shoulders strong enough to carry them.

I'd cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it.

You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.