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
Supposed I don't want to redeem myself? Why should I fight to uphold the system that cast me out? I shall take pleasure in seeing it smashed.
Once, when she was six years old, she had fallen from a tree, flat on her stomach. She could still recall that sickening interval before breath came back into her body. Now, as she looked at him, she felt the same way she had felt then, breathless, stunned, nauseated.
Land is the only thing in the world that amounts to anything.
Hardships make or break people.
You're so brutal to those who love you, Scarlett. You take their love and hold it over their heads like a whip.
Death, taxes and childbirth! There's never any convenient time for any of them.
Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect. We take what we get and are thankful it's no worse than it is.
In a weak moment, I have written a book.
I wonder if anyone but me realizes what goes on in that head back of your deceptively sweet face.
Did you ever hear the Oriental proverb, "The dogs bark but the caravan passes on"? Let them bark, Scarlett. I fear nothing will stop your caravan.
It was better to know the worst than to wonder.
Like most girls, her imagination carried her just as far as the altar and no further.
It had been so long since she had seen him and she had lived on memories until they were worn thin.
I can't make you understand because you don't know the meaning of fear. You have the heart of a lion and an utter lack of imagination and I envy you both of those qualities. You'll never mind facing realities and you'll never want to escape from them as I do.