Margaret Mitchell
Margaret Mitchell
Margaret Munnerlyn Mitchellwas an American author and journalist. One novel by Mitchell was published during her lifetime, the American Civil War-era novel, Gone with the Wind, for which she won the National Book Award for Most Distinguished Novel of 1936 and the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1937. In more recent years, a collection of Mitchell's girlhood writings and a novella she wrote as a teenager, Lost Laysen, have been published. A collection of articles written by Mitchell for The...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth8 November 1900
CityAtlanta, GA
CountryUnited States of America
I'm tired of saying, "How wonderful you are!" to fool men who haven't got one-half the sense I've got, and I'm tired of pretending I don't know anything, so men can tell me things and feel important while they're doing it.
The history of the versions is a history of doctrine and dispute.
Until you've lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was.
Never pass up new experiences [Scarlett], They enrich the mind." - Rhett Butler
That is the one unforgivable sin in any society. Be different and be damned!
Everywhere, 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.
[T]he merciful adjustment which nature makes when what cannot be cured must be endured.
Now he saw that she understood entirely too well and he felt the usual masculine indignation at the duplicity of women. Added to it was the usual masculine disillusionment in discovering that a woman has a brain.
If! If! If! There were so many ifs in life, never any sense of security, always the dread of losing everything...
Practically everybody is suing everybody else these days.
What’s broken is broken—and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I live…I’m too old to believe in such sentimentalities as clean slates and starting all over.
Crackers are short on sparkle.
I'm tempting you with fine gifts until your girlish ideals are quite worn away and you are at my mercy.
I'd cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it.