Sometimes Frank sighed, thinking he had caught a tropic bird, all flame and jewel color, when a wren would have served him just as well. In fact, much better.
Margaret MitchellVanity was stronger than love at sixteen and there was no room in her hot heart now for anything but hate.
Margaret MitchellYou have eternity in which to explain and only one night to be a martyr in the amphitheater Get out, darling, and let me see the lions eat you.
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 Mitchell