Charles Doughty-Wylie: Will you write to me?
Gertrude Bell: Yes, I'll write to you from every post office in the desert.
Charles Doughty-Wylie: Love is a tyrant, sparing none.
Gertrude Bell: Even if you do not hear from me for several months, pay no attention and send no-one.
Charles Doughty-Wylie: The Druzes will take you for a spy.
Gertrude Bell: Yes, well maybe I am. Maybe I am a spy. But I am a spy for no-one. No one but myself.
Gertrude Bell: Nightingale with drops in heart bleed. A fed red rose. Then came the wind. And catching her, jealous branches. I have coiled heart with a hundred thorns.
Gertrude Bell: England needs to get out of its colonies sooner rather than later.
Col. T.E. Lawrence: I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just.
Gertrude Bell: Paradise has no time, age or sanctuary. Awaits us.
Gertrude Bell: I operate for no-one.
Sir Mark Sykes: What is it then that attracts you to the Bedouin out there?
Gertrude Bell: Something that you and your world you can not ever understand. It's their freedom. It's their dignity. It's their poetry of life.
