Having lost Rhett, she can always return to the land - to Tara, to soak up its strength. . . . Tara! . . . Home. I'll go home, and I'll think of some way to get him back! After all, tomorrow is another day!

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Dear Lord, I'm so grateful I'm still loved.

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You know the passage where Scarlett voices her happiness that her mother is dead, so that she can't see what a bad girl Scarlett has become? Well, that's me.

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Fiddle-dee-dee. War, war, war. This war talk's spoiling all the fun at every party this spring. I get so bored I could scream. Besides, there isn't going to be any war. . . . If either of you boys says 'war' just once again, I'll go in the house and slam the door.

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When I come into the theatre I get a sense of security. I love an audience. I love people, and I act because I like trying to give pleasure to people.

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I cannot let well enough alone. I get restless. I have to be doing different things.

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I'm not young. What's wrong with that?

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Most of us have compromised with life. Those who fight for what they want will always thrill us.

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Life is too short to work so hard.

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I cannot let well enough alone. I get restless. I have to be doing different things. I am a very impatient person and headstrong. If I've made up my mind to do something, I can't be persuaded out of it.

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