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.

— I never really loved Ashley!
— Then, you certainly gave a good imitation of it — up till tonight.

Ashley, you should've told me years ago that you loved her and not me. And not left me dangling with your talk of honor. But you had to wait till now, now when Melly's dying... to show me that I could never mean any more to you than this Watling woman does to Rhett. And I've loved something that doesn't really exist. But somehow... I don't care. Somehow it doesn't matter! It doesn't matter one bit.

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.

— 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.

— When I'm wearing a new bonnet, all the figures I ever knew go right out of my head!
— Figures are well lost when the bonnet's as pretty as that.

— But, Ashley, what are you afraid of?
— Mostly of having life suddenly become too real.
I do mind, very much, the loss of the beauty of the old life I loved. And I am fitted for nothing in this world, for the world I belonged in has gone. When the war came, life as it really is thrust itself against me. I saw my boyhood friends blown to bits and heard dying horses scream and learned the sickeningly horrible feeling of seeing men crumple up and spit blood when I shot them. Scarlett, before the war, life was beautiful.
And now it is gone and I am out of place in this new life, and I am afraid.

— To desert us here, alone, helpless...
— You aren’t helpless. God help the Yankees if they should get you.

— 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?

The Confederacy may need the lifeblood of its men, but not the heart's blood of its women.

— I was surprised you turned out to be a noble character.
— I can't bear to take advantage of your little-girl ideas. I'm neither noble nor heroic.
— But you are a blockade runner?
— For profit, and profit only.
— Are you tryng to tell me you don't believe in the Cause?
— I believe in Rhett Butler. He is the only cause I know.