Somehow the bright beauty had gone from April afternoon and from her heart as well and the sad sweetness of remembering was as bitter as gall.
Margaret MitchellEverybody's mainspring is different. And I want to say this - folks whose mainsprings are busted are better dead.
Margaret MitchellThe whole world can't lick us but we can lick ourselves by longing too hard for things we haven't got any more - and by remembering too much.
Margaret MitchellHis voice stopped and they looked for a long quiet moment into each other's eyes and between them lay the sunny lost youth that they had so unthinkingly shared.
Margaret Mitchell