1 Scarlett would have been eternally grateful to Will, had he asked her for Carreen's hand.
2 You have eternity in which to explain and only one night to be a martyr in the amphitheater.
3 Melanie had never seen a man cry and of all men, Rhett, so suave, so mocking, so eternally sure of himself.
4 For an eternity she reeled and coughed, beating the rug against the lines of fire that shot swiftly beyond her.
5 For an eternity, it seemed, they were in the midst of flaming torment and then abruptly they were in semidarkness again.
6 For another eternity they fought and swayed, side by side, and Scarlett could see that the lines of fire were shortening.
7 After what seemed an eternity of waiting, she heard the sound of his boots in the bedroom above and the door opening and closing.
8 Scarlett thought of Will, lank, unimpressive, mild, eternally chewing a straw, his whole appearance deceptively devoid of energy, like that of most Crackers.
9 To Scarlett, mad to hear from Tara, yet trying to keep up a brave face, it seemed an eternity since the siege began, seemed as though she had always lived with the sound of cannon in her ears until this sinister quiet had fallen.
10 Scarlett, standing in the sun in the cotton rows, her back breaking from the eternal bending and her hands roughened by the dry bolls, wished she had a sister who combined Suellen's energy and strength with Carreen's sweet disposition.
11 In those first days of the siege, when the Yankees crashed here and there against the defenses of the city, Scarlett was so frightened by the bursting shells she could only cower helplessly, her hands over her ears, expecting every moment to be blown into eternity.