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 MitchellI'm tempting you with fine gifts until your girlish ideals are quite worn away and you are at my mercy.
Margaret MitchellShe hasn't your strength. She's never had any strength. She's never had anything but heart.
Margaret Mitchell