Sherril Stephens

“Twill come to you, this love of land.”
― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

“It was unreal, grotesquely unreal, that morning skies which dawned so tenderly blue could be profaned with cannon smoke that hung over the town like low thunder clouds, that warm noontides filled with the piercing sweetness of massed honeysuckle and climbing roses could be so fearful, as shells screamed into the streets, bursting like the crack of doom, throwing iron splinters hundreds of yards, blowing people and animals to bits.”
― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

“She was less frightened also because life had taken on the quality of a dream, a dream too terrible to be real. It wasn’t possible that she, Scarlett O’Hara, should be in such a predicament, with the danger of death about her every hour, every minute. It wasn’t possible that the quiet tenor of life could have changed so completely in so short a time.”
― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

“Land is the only thing in the world that amounts to anything.”
― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind