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
Well, my dear, take heart. Some day, I will kiss you and you will like it. But not now, so I beg you not to be too impatient.
A pain slashed through her heart as savagely as a wild animal's fangs.
No, my dear, I'm not in love with you, no more than you are with me, and if I were, you would be the last person I'd ever tell. God help the man who ever really loves you. You'd break his heart, my darling, cruel, destructive little cat who is so careless and confident she doesn't even trouble to sheathe her claws.
She hasn't your strength. She's never had any strength. She's never had anything but heart.
Longing hearts could only stand so much longing.
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.
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.
Forgive me for startling you with the impetuosity of my sentiments, my dear Scarlett—I mean, my dear Mrs. Kennedy. It cannot have escaped your notice that for some time past the friendship I have had in my heart for you has ripened into a deeper feeling, a feeling more beautiful, more pure, more sacred. Dare I name it you? Ah! It is love which makes me so bold!
I was right when I said I'd never look back. It hurts too much, it drags at your heart till you can't ever do anything else except look back.
I'd cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it.
Vanity was stronger than love at sixteen and there was no room in her hot heart now for anything but hate.
The-18 month period is a compromise between the feeling that two years is a little bit too long for non-contested cases and that one year seems a little bit short to reflect on matters properly.
There are proposals where there is little or no evidence available from the executive to support the assertion that the reforms proposed will safeguard the interests of children and support stable families.
Until you lose your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was or what freedom really is.