Gone With The Wind

 

 

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.

How can't I help loving you? You have all the passion for life that I lack. That kind of love isn't enough for a successful marriage for two people as different as we are.

 

 

 

 

 

I get so bored I could scream!

 

 

 

 

I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'll never understand or forgive myself. 

And if a bullet gets me, so help me, I'll laugh at myself for being an idiot.

There's one thing I do know... and that is that I love you, Scarlett.

In spite of you and me and the whole silly world going to pieces around us, I love you.

Because we're alike. Bad lots, both of us. Selfish and shrewd. But able to look things in the eyes as we call them by their right names.

 

 

 

 

I can't go all my life waiting to catch you between husbands.

 

 

 

 

You've lived in dirt so long, You can't understand anything else.

 

 

 

 

Nothing you ever do surprises me.

 

 

 

 

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn

 

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