Complaining is a complete waste of one's energy. Those who complain the most accomplish the least.
“Well, if a beetle were to say to you, ‘Please, Miss Halsey, will you avoid treading here, otherwise I shall be crushed,’ wouldn't you be willing to move your foot a trifle?”
And blessed be the people who in the hour of trial, without asking how others, acting by the rules, behaved in similar circumstances, simply and easily raise the first cudgel that falls into their hands and smite with it until the feelings of resentment and revenge in their souls change to scorn and pity.
I must be cruel, only to be kind.
It is hard for those who have once been mentally afflicted to be sorry for those who are well.
— You know I'm sorry for you, Scarlett.
— Sorry for me?
— Yes, sorry for you because you throw away hapiness with both hands and reach out for something that'll never make you happy.
— I don't know what you're talking about.
— If you were free and Melly were dead and you had you precious Ashley, do you think you'd be happy with him? You'd never know him, never even understand his mind... anymore than you understand anything, except money.
— You know guys from the suburbs have no mercy.
— That’s what I want. No mercy.
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