Great balls of fire. Don't bother me anymore, and don't call me sugar.

Longing hearts could only stand so much longing.

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.

Take my handkerchief, Scarlett. Never, at any crisis of your life, have I known
you to have a handkerchief.

They knew that love snatched in the face of danger and death was doubly sweet for the strange excitement that went with it.

Then you've made the only choice. But there's a penalty attached, as there is to most things you want. It's loneliness.