Quotes of 100 Common words from Classic

Despite her heartache and the pain of unshed tears, a deep sense of quiet and peace fell upon Scarlett as it always did at this hour.

The same railroads which had made the town the crossroads of commerce in time of peace were now of vital strategic importance in time of war.

And the agricultural South, waging war with the industrial North, was needing so many things now, things it had never thought of buying in times of peace.

The war was over, peace had been declared, but the Yankees could still rob her, they could still starve her, they could still drive her from her house.

Peace had failed her and Ashley had failed her, both in the same day, and it was as if the last crevice in the shell had been sealed, the final layer hardened.

He regretted none of these things and after four years of war, all he asked of life was peace and kindliness, loving faces about him and the approval of friends.

He soon found that domestic peace had its price, and that price was letting Scarlett have her own way, no matter what she might wish to do.

But the peace he gained was hollow, only an outward semblance, for he had purchased it at the cost of everything he held to be right in married life.

He had been a dashing and resourceful officer during the war, but two severe wounds and four years of fighting seemed to have drained him of all his resourcefulness, leaving him to face the rigors of peace as bewildered as a child.

Because she was too exhausted by her anger to do otherwise, Scarlett sulkily promised and went home, haughtily refusing any overtures of peace from her household.

Scarlett looking shamefaced into the dark eyes that were flashing with love and anger, knew with a sinking heart that the peace and calm following confession could never be hers.

Scarlett held her peace, for it was easier to let well enough alone, and life went on smoothly enough, on the surface.

She thought, however, that once the novelty had passed, Bonnie would turn to other things and the neighborhood would have some peace.

I see you are contemplating the transfer of your tempestuous affections from Ashley to me and I fear for my liberty and my peace of mind.

She squared her shoulders for the load and with a calmness she was far from feeling, kissed his wet cheek without fever or longing or passion, only with cool gentleness.

The delay would give her time to quiet her breathing and calm her face so that his suspicions would not be aroused.

She had hoped against hope that something would keep Melanie Hamilton in Atlanta where she belonged, and the knowledge that even her father approved of her sweet quiet nature, so different from her own, forced her into the open.

She was a tall woman, standing a head higher than her fiery little husband, but she moved with such quiet grace in her swaying hoops that the height attracted no attention to itself.

His tall brothers were a grim, quiet lot, in whom the family tradition of past glories, lost forever, rankled in unspoken hate and crackled out in bitter humor.

Despite her heartache and the pain of unshed tears, a deep sense of quiet and peace fell upon Scarlett as it always did at this hour.

Her heavy earbobs with their long gold fringe hung down from loops of tidily netted hair, swinging close to her brown eyes, eyes that had the still gleam of a forest pool in winter when brown leaves shine up through quiet water.

If this fool who was grappling for her hand would only keep quiet for a moment, perhaps she could hear what they were saying.

She tried to quiet her heart and fix her face into more composed lines, for she knew she must look like a crazy woman.

The sight of so much hurrying made Scarlett, fresh from rural leisure and quiet, almost breathless, but she liked it.

She suddenly felt that this was where she belonged, not in serene and quiet old cities, flat beside yellow waters.

Beyond it, Peachtree road narrowed and twisted under great trees out of sight into thick quiet woods.

We are alike, Melanie, loving the same quiet things, and I saw before us a long stretch of uneventful years in which to read, hear music and dream.

But hideous rumors that Lee was killed, the battle lost, and enormous casualty lists coming in, fled up and down the quiet streets like darting bats.

Then he had kissed his father, with a dignified affectionate embrace that showed the strong quiet feeling that lay between them.

Mad to be away from exploding shells, desperate to get home to the quiet of Tara, she prayed every night that the baby would arrive the next day, so she would be released from her promise and could leave Atlanta.

Tonight when Atlanta was so quiet, she could close her eyes and imagine she was back in the rural stillness of Tara and that life was unchanged, unchanging.

Autumn with its dusty, breathless heat was slipping in to choke the suddenly quiet town, adding its dry, panting weight to tired, anxious hearts.

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.

Farther down the street the business section was quiet and many of the stores and offices were locked and boarded up, while their occupants were somewhere about the countryside with rifles in their hands.

The stillness that greeted her seemed even more sinister this morning than on any of the mornings of the queer quiet week preceding it.

Or worse still, thought Scarlett with a chill, like the familiar and dear face of a mother, beautiful and quiet at last, after death agonies.

Even in her frenzy, Scarlett wished she had Melanie with her, Melly with her quiet voice, Melly who was so brave the day she shot the Yankee.

So the tumult of gossip, surmise and deep suspicion which followed the announcement of his quiet wedding to Scarlett was not surprising.

Now, quiet your ruffled feathers and overlook my boorish remarks about the proud and honorable Ashley.

While Frank and his quiet churchgoing friends realized the necessity of the system, they deplored it just the same.

They would have much preferred the quiet parlors of the Old Guard, but the Old Guard would have none of them.

He was a slender, weedy boy, small for his eight years, quiet almost to shyness, never speaking unless spoken to.

After a while they forgot that they had objected to him for he was quiet and well mannered and actually knew something about banking and investments.

Now, in the quiet friendliness that lay between them, she could walk a little way into his mind, understand a little.

They were gentle, quiet spoken, reserved people and not given to even the amiable bickering that characterized most Atlanta families.

His eyes were so quiet, so kind, so understanding that she wondered how she could ever have been silly enough to be flurried.

Now, as she tiptoed across the room toward the quiet figure, panic clutching at her heart, she knew that Melanie had been her sword and her shield, her comfort and her strength.

All she wanted was a breathing space in which to hurt, a quiet place to lick her wounds, a haven in which to plan her campaign.

But for all the modesty of her spreading skirts, the demureness of hair netted smoothly into a chignon and the quietness of small white hands folded in her lap, her true self was poorly concealed.

Though her face was paper white and her whole body trembled, the very quietness of her voice steadied Scarlett, revealing to her that they all looked to her for commands, for guidance.

But the deadly quietness of his voice frightened her, left her utterly at a loss as to her next move.