Author of quotes: Margaret Mitchell. Page 4

They looked like before, but there were others. What happened? Only that they were older than five years? No, there was something else - not simply the tracks of time. Something had gone, something is gone from their world. Five years a sense of the permanence of the surrounding world lived in them so firmly been so consistently that they didn't even realize it. And flowers blooming, sheltered them from storms, like flowers in the greenhouse. But now it has disappeared, as have disappeared and the old joy and the old expectation of something wonderful, exciting, and to its former splendour of their lives.
Scarlett knew that she had changed, but not to the same extent as they are, and it puzzled her. She sat and watched them and felt a stranger among them - a very strange and lonely, as if it had come from another planet, didn't speak a strange language and did not understand their language.

But her hardness was different from them, and what is the difference, yet she could not say. Perhaps that was not such a thing she could not do, while these people have a lot of things that they under no circumstances make could. Perhaps the fact that they have lost all hope, but continued to smile at life has scolile at her, bowing his head in a graceful bow. But Scarlett could not.
She couldn't turn to life back. She must live, and life was so hostile that nothing to try to smooth things over with a smile. Scarlett did not notice their friends nor their softness, nor the courage, nor do not bend the pride. She saw only a silly conceit, which allowed them to observe the phenomena of life with a smile and turn away not to look the truth in the face.

Her heart day by day became hardened all over, dressed in callousness, as in armor.

She now looked at the world with new eyes, for somewhere on the long and difficult journey to a home she left her youth. Her soul was no longer as pliable as clay, receptive to any new experience. She is hardened - it happened in some unknown second those endless as the eternity of the day. Tonight was the last time someone treated her as a child. Youth left behind, Scarlett was a woman.

She was lying flat, not having the strength to rid himself of the memories or worries, surrounding her on all sides like a flock of vultures, smelling death. To think this was beyond her control, but she couldn't force myself not to think. Thoughts against the will swirled in her mind, like a bird of prey, was cortili him, pushed their beaks. It seemed to flow forever, while she still lay, burying her face in the ground, a merciless burning sun, remembering those who died, and the life that is gone forever, and peering into the dark abyss of the future.

The room was so quiet that she wanted to scream, to do something to break this silence: it seemed to her, another moment and she'll go crazy.

Scarlett, you never cease to amaze me. You have some amazing ability to choose the wrong people and the wrong things.

She didn't understand that an orderly world Ashley collapsed, supplanted by the other world, with its rude laws with different standards and values. She only saw - so it seemed to her that her mother was wrong, and it rapidly made changes that are vital to fully prepared to meet this new world for which she was not ready.

So I was right, that any virtue can be bought for money - the only question is price.

Suddenly, she felt sorry for him, so pathetic that she almost forgot about his own sorrow, and fear, born of his words. For the first time in her life she felt sorry for someone who she did not feel contempt, because for the first time in my life approached a genuine understanding of the other person. And she could understand his stubborn desire to protect myself - so similar to her own, his unbending pride does not allow to confess his love for fear of being rejected.

One and the same idea without end drilled brain: "What am I to do? Where to rush? Surely in all the world there is no one who would have helped me?" How can crash everything that seemed so reliable, so durable? Why not beside it, some strong wise person, which would remove from her shoulders the burden? She is no longer able to drag it. Not for the fact she was born into the light.

In the end it's going to happen, apparently, something that always happens when civilization collapses. People with intelligence and courage to come out, and those who do not possess these qualities, go to the bottom.

She was surprised at herself: her good manners and good manners? All the softness, all the courtesy that had always tried to instill in her a Hellene, - all as the wind blew like leaves from the branches during the first cold breath of autumn.

And, alas, there was no person who could have helped Scarlett to understand that all inherent in her nature, even her merciless grip of life, much more attractive than any identity that she will be able to fasten themselves. However, although it would have been nice to hear it, she still would not believe. Yes and the whole world, the flesh and blood of which she was, also I would not accept such views, for simplicity and directness in a woman never had a great price in the eyes of the people.