Author of quotes: Margaret Mitchell. Page 20

I made a beautiful costume and fell in love with him. And when he appeared, so beautiful, so not like anyone I put on him this costume and forced to wear, without worrying about how good he is or not. I don't want to see what he really is. I continued to love the beautiful costume, not him.

My dear, I don't care.

No one would call the life of Ellen easy or happy, but the easy life she had expected, and if it had not been carried happiness that seemed to her, a female portion. The world belonged to men, and she made it so. The property belonged to the man and the woman - the duty to manage it. The honor of being branded a zealous master of the battered man, and a woman was supposed to bow down before his mind. The man roared like a bull, if driven under the nail, the thorn, and the woman giving birth, had to be silenced in breast moans so as not to disturb the peace of the husband. The men were not restrained on the tongue and often drunk. Women would tune out the harsh words and do not allow myself to reproaches, putting her husband to bed. The man does not mince words could pour out on the wives of their dissatisfaction, women were supposed to be patient, kind, forgiving.

How would he know? I have always stayed with him like that, posing as such a Prim young lady... He probably thinks I don't feed him anything except friendly feelings. Well, okay! Why he never told me until now! He thinks his love is unrequited. That's why he's so weird looking at me sometimes...