Christabel LaMotte: I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.
Christabel LaMotte: Your hands are shaking. Are you afraid?
Randolph Ash: No... a little.
Randolph Ash: You cut me, Madam.
Christabel LaMotte: I'm sorry. I only meant to scratch.
Elizabeth Bennet: The more I see of the world, the less inclined I am to think well of it.
Elizabeth Bennet: Perhaps I didn't always love him as well as I do now, but in such cases as these a good memory is unpardonable.
Constance Lloyd Wilde: If I'd only spoken up.
Robbie Ross: It wouldn't have made any difference.
Constance Lloyd Wilde: Perhaps not. But at least I wouldn't blame myself now.
Constance Lloyd Wilde: People have never understood the courage he needed to be himself.
