You must be brave...You must. How else can I bear going? Oh Scarlett, you are so fine and strong and beautiful. Not just your sweet face, my dear. But you.
Oh yassum! You is gonna eat ever mouthful of this here thing!
You can't show your bosom 'fore three o'clock.
The whole Confederate Army's got the same troubles - crawlin' clothes and dysentery.
I never seen no man, black or white, set such store in any child...It makes my blood run cold, the things they say to one another."
He went out and shot that poor pony, and, for a minute, I thought he was gonna shoot hisself.
Lord have mercy! There he goes again!
There was a land of Cavaliers and Cotton Fields called the Old South... Here in this pretty world Gallantry took its last bow.. Here was the last ever to be seen of Knights and their Ladies Fair, of Master and of Slave... Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream remembered. A Civilization gone with the wind...
Atlanta prayed while onward surged the triumphant Yankees...Heads were high, but hearts were heavy as the wounded and the refugees poured into unhappy Georgia...
Panic hit the City with the first of Sherman's shells. Helpless and unarmed, the populace fled from the oncoming Juggernaut. And desperately, the gallant remains of an army marched out to face the foe.
The skies rained Death. For thirty five days, a battered Atlanta hung grimly on, hoping for a miracle...Then there fell a silence, more terrifying than the pounding of the cannon.
And the wind swept through Georgia. SHERMAN! Leaving behind him a path of destruction sixty miles wide, from Atlanta to the sea.
Tara had survived...to face the hell and famine of defeat.
Home from their lost adventure came the tattered Cavaliers...Grimly they came hobbling back to the desolation that had once been a land of grace and plenty. And with them came another invader...more cruel and vicious than any they had fought...the Carpetbagger.
I've always admired you so. I wish I could be more like you.
"Don't cry, darling. The war'll be over in a few weeks, and then I'll be coming back to you.
No more gettin' so uppity. Even if you is the last chicken in Atlanta.
Lordse, we got to have a doctor. I don't know nothin' 'bout birthin' babies!
It's hard to be strict with a man who loses money so pleasantly.
She can get mad quicker than any woman I ever saw.
She's a mighty cold woman. Prancing about Atlanta by herself. She killed her husband same as if she shot him.
But I's skeered a' cows!
You have a child to think about. A child's worth ten of the mother.