Burdens are for shoulders strong enough to carry them.
She had to lose them all to realize that she loved Rhett--loved him because he was strong and unscrupulous, passionate and earthy, like herself.
Any man who was fool enough to fall for a simper, a faint and an “Oh, how wonderful you are!” wasn’t worth having.
"Oh, no, I couldn’t!! You mustn’t! My reputation will be ruined.”
“It’s in shreds already..."
Somewhere, on the long road that wound through those four years, the girl with her sachet and dancing slippers had slipped away and there was left a woman with sharp green eyes, who counted pennies and turned her hands to many menial tasks, a woman to whom nothing was left from the wreckage except the indestructible red earth on which she stood.
— I only know that I love you.
— That's your misfortune.