Every problem has two handles. You can grab it by the handle of fear or the handle of hope.

I can't go all my life waiting to catch you between husbands.

The green eyes in the carefully sweet face were turbulent, willful, lusty with life, distinctly at variance with her decorous demeanor. Her manners had been imposed upon her ... her eyes were her own.

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

There ain't nothin' from the outside can lick any of us.

I bare my soul and you are suspicious! No, Scarlett, this is a bona fide honorable declaration. I admit that it's not in the best of taste, coming at this time, but I have a very good excuse for my lack of breeding. I'm going away tomorrow for a long time and I fear that if I wait till I return you'll have married some one else with a little money. So I thought, why not me and my money? Really, Scarlett, I can't go all my life waiting to catch you between husbands.

God help the man who ever really loves you.