Once, when she was six years old, she had fallen from a tree, flat on her stomach. She could still recall that sickening interval before breath came back into her body. Now, as she looked at him, she felt the same way she had felt then, breathless, stunned, nauseated.
Margaret MitchellI'm tempting you with fine gifts until your girlish ideals are quite worn away and you are at my mercy.
Margaret Mitchell[T]he merciful adjustment which nature makes when what cannot be cured must be endured.
Margaret Mitchell