Gone with the Wind – Movie Quotes

As long as there was Bonnie, there was a chance we might be happy. I liked to think that Bonnie was you, a little girl again. Before the war and poverty had done things to you. She was so like you. And I could pet her and spoil her, as I wanted to spoil you. But when she went, she took everything.

— Go on! I want you to go. I hope a cannonball blows you into a million pieces!
— Never mind the rest. I follow your general idea. And when I'm dead on the altar of my country, I hope your conscience irks you.

— Scarlett, you know, you get prettier all the time. You haven't changed a bit since our last barbecue at Twelve Oaks, where you set under the tree surrounded by dozens of boys.
— That girl doesn't exist anymore. Nothing's turned out as I expected, Ashley, nothing.
— Yes, we've travelled a long road since the old days, haven't we, Scarlett? Oh, the lazy days...the warm, still, country twilight, the high, soft Nigro laughter from the quarters... the golden warmth and security of those days.
— Don't look back, Ashley. Don't look back! It drags at your heart till you can't do anything but look back.

With enough courage, you can do without a reputation.

Of course, the comic figure in all this is the long-suffering Mr. Wilkes. Mr. Wilkes, who can't be mentally faithful to his wife and won't be unfaithful to her tecnically.

— Has India dared..
— Yes, my dear, India has. Everyone in town knows the story.
— You should to kill them for spreading lies.
— I don't kill people who tell the truth.

— You must stay here!
— Without a chaperon? It simply isn't good..
— Heavens, this is war, not a garden party!

No, I don't think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.

Why, all we have is cotton and slaves and arrogance.

— I hope to see more of you, when you're free of the spell of the elegant Mr. Wilkes. He doesn't strike me as good enough for a girl of your... What was it? Your "passion for living".
— How dare you! You aren't fit to wipe his boots!
— And you were going to hate him for the rest of your life.

— Why should you go now that it's all over, and I need you? Why, why?
— Maybe it's because I've always had a weakness for lost causes, once they really lost. Or maybe... Maybe I'm ashamed of myself. Who knows?