Somewhere, on the long road that wound through those four years, the girl with her sachet & dancing slippers had slipped away & there was left a woman with sharp green eyes, who counted pennies & turned her hands to many menial tasks, a woman to whom nothing was left from the wreckage except the indestructible red earth on which she stood.
Margaret Mitchellwhat will the South be like without all our fine boys? What would the South have been if they had lived?
Margaret MitchellEverywhere, women gathered in knots, huddled in groups on front porches, on sidewalks, even in the middle of the streets, telling each other that no news is good news, trying to comfort each other, trying to present a brave appearance.
Margaret MitchellSir,"she said,"you are no gentleman!" An apt observation,"he answered airily."And, you, Miss, are no lady.
Margaret Mitchell