María Segovia: I'm not leaving without him.
Anna Barton: Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.
Dr. Stephen Fleming: I want you.
Anna Barton: I know.
Anna Barton: What would you win by leaving Ingrid?
Dr. Stephen Fleming: You. I'd win you.
Anna Barton: Then you'd win something you already have.
Anna Barton: Fuck me.
Dr. Stephen Fleming: I can't see past you.
Anna Barton: I don't think you've ever seen much of anything.
Hana: There's a man downstairs. He brought us eggs. He might stay.
Almásy: Why? Can he lay eggs?
Hana: He's Canadian.
Almásy: Why are people always so happy when they collide with someone from the same place? What happened in Montreal when you passed a man in the street? Did you invite him to live with you?
Caravaggio: You're in love with him, aren't you? Your poor patient. You think he's a saint because of the way he looks? I don't think he is.
Hana: I'm not in love with him. I'm in love with ghosts. So is he, he's in love with ghosts.
Dr. Ouelet: We cling to memories as if they define us, but they don't. What we do is what defines us.
Dr. Ouelet: Hello Mira. I'm Dr. Ouelet. Do you remember anything about the attack?
The Major: What happened? I was... I was drowning. There was water.
Dr. Ouelet: That's right. You were on a boat, a refugee boat. It was sunk by terrorists.
The Major: Why can't I feel my body?
Dr. Ouelet: Mira, your body was damaged. We could not save that. Only your brain survived. We made you a new body. A synthetic shell. But your mind, your soul... your ghost. It's still in there.
Julie Vignon: Now I have only one thing left to do: nothing. I don't want any belongings, any memories. No friends, no love. Those are all traps.
Julie Vignon: Why are you crying?
La servante: Because you're not.
Julie Vignon: I appreciate what you did for me. But you see, I'm like any other woman. I sweat. I cough. I've cavities.
Tereza: I was forced to love my mother, but not this dog. You know, Tomas... maybe... maybe, I love her more than I love you. Not more. I mean in a better way. I'm not jealous of her. I don't want her to be different. I don't ask her for anything.
Tereza: I know I'm supposed to help you, but I can't. Instead of being your support I'm your weight. Life is very heavy to me, but it is so light to you. I can't bear this lightness, this freedom... I'm not strong enough.
