God Help The Man Who Ever Really

Did You Ever Hear The Oriental Proverb, "the Dogs Bark But The Caravan Passes On"? Let Them Bark, Scarlett. I Fear Nothing Will Stop Your Caravan.

And If We Folks Have A Motto, It's This: 'don't Holler - Smile And Bide Your Time.' We've Survived A Passel Of Things That Way, Smiling And Biding Our Time, And We've Gotten To Be Experts At Surviving.

I Want To Make You Faint. I Will Make You Faint. You've Had This Coming To You For Years. None Of The Fools You've Known Have Kissed You Like This - Have They? Your Precious Charles Or Frank Or Your Stupid Ashley... I Said Your Stupid Ashley. Gentlemen All - What Do They Know About Women? What Do They Know About You? I Know You.

Suddenly She Felt Strong And Happy. She Was Not Afraid Of The Darkness Or The Fog And She Knew With A Singing In Her Heart That She Would Never Fear Them Again. No Matter What Mists Might Curl Around Her In The Future, She Knew Her Refuge. She Started Briskly Up The Street Toward Home And The Blocks Seemed Very Long. Far, Far Too Long. She Caught Up Her Skirts To Her Knees And Began To Run Lightly. But This Time She Was Not Running From Fear. She Was Running Because Rhett's Arms Were At The End Of The Street.

The Way To Get A Man Interested And To Hold His Interest Was To Talk About Himself, And Then Gradually Lead The Conversation Around Yourself—and Keep It There.