ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ literature

• in the end, that was the problem with romance. it was so easy to romanticise romance because it was everywhere. [...] I could see it all, all the time, all around, but when I got closer, I found nothing was there. — loveless, alice oseman.
• marianne had the sense that her real life was happening somewhere very far away, happening without her, and she didn't know if she would ever find out where it was or become part of it. — normal people, sally rooney.
• I was not the woman who breaks into pieces under the blows of abandonment and absence, who goes mad, who dies. only a few fragments had splintered off, for the rest I was well. I was whole, whole I would remain. to those who hurt me, I react giving back in kind. I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned. — the days of abandonment, elena ferrante.
• the whole future, I thought, will be that way, life lives together with the damp odor of the land of the dead, attention with inattention, passionate leaps of the heart along with abrupt losses of meaning. but it won't be worse that the past. — the days of abandonment, elena ferrante.
• I've never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door. — the lover, marguerite duras.
• I feel a sadness I expected and which comes only from myself. I say I've always been sad. that I can see the same sadness in photos of myself when I was small. that today, recognizing it as the sadness I've always had, I could almost call it by my own name, it's so like me. — the lover, marguerite duras.
• I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. you pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. — persuasion, jane austen.
• "I cannot make speeches, emma," he soon resumed; and in a tone of such sincere, decided, intelligible tenderness as was tolerably convincing. "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more." — emma, jane austen.
• I desire you. I burn for you. I can't sleep at night for wanting you. Even when I didn't like you, I lusted for you. it's the most maddening, beguiling, damnable thing, but there it is. — the viscount who loved me, julia quinn.
• I am no bird, and no net ensnares me, I am a free human being, with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you. — jane eyre, charlotte brontë.
• the san francisco therapist kept telling me I shouldn't be terrified of creative experimentation. "I don't know what's going to come out of me," I told her. "It has to be perfect. it has to be irreproachable in every way." "why?" she said. "to make up for it," I said. "to make up for the fact that it's me." — ugly, bitter, and true, suzanne rivecca.
• girl, aging girl, is haunted by own nothingness and devours views from windows (stories, movies, overheard talk and sights in the street, pictures in newspapers, etc.) with continuous feeling she is 'just about', miraculously, to come into her own - her own life. — the unabridged journals of sylvia plath, sylvia plath.
• I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love. I am still so naive; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don't ask me who I am. a passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe? — the unabridged journals of sylvia plath, sylvia plath.
• I'm nobody! who are you? are you nobody too? then there's a pair of us! don't tell! they'd advertise, you know! how dreary to be somebody! how public, like a frog, to tell one's name, the livelong june, to an admiring bog! — I'm nobody! who are you?, emily dickinson

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ films

• don't you know that a man being rich is like a girl being pretty? you wouldn't marry a girl just because she's pretty, but my goodness, doesn't it help? — gentlemen prefer blondes.
• all I cared about was what other people thought of me. and I don't anymore. and I don't because I can honestly say what is someone going to do to me, that's worse than what I would do to myself. — joyn mulaney: baby J.
• I know just what you're thinking. "a spoiled woman with no sense of humor. she has everything she could possibly want, but still she goes on about love. what about friendship, loyalty, security?" let me tell you something. I have a mental picture of myself that doesn't correspond to reality. — scener ur ett äktenskap.
• I tell myself I have the capacity to love. but it's been... bottled up. the life I've led has stifled my potential. — scener ur ett äktenskap.
• a mother and a daughter, what a terrible combination of feelings and confusion and destruction, everything is possible and is done in the name of love and solicitude. the mother's injuries are handed down to the daughter, the mother's failures are paid for by the daughter, the mother's unhappiness will be the daughter's unhappiness, it's as if the umbilical cord had never been cut. is it so? is the daughter's misfortune the mother's triumph? is my grief your secret pleasure? — höstsonaten.
• sometimes, when I lie awake at night I wonder whether I've lived at all. is it the same for everybody? or do some people have a greater talent for living than others. or do some people never live, but just exist? then I'm seized by fear. I'm seized by fear and see a horrible picture of myself. I have never grown up, my face and my body have aged, I acquire memories and experiences, but inside all that I haven't even been born. I can't remember any faces, not even my own. — höstsonaten.
• to those who can hear me, I say do not despair. the misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. the hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. and so long as men die, liberty will never perish. soldiers! don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you, who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel! who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. don't give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! you are not machines! you are not cattle! you are men! you have the love of humanity in your hearts! you don't hate! only the unloved hate, the unloved and the unnatural! soldiers! don't fight for slavery! fight for liberty! — the great dictator.
• listen to me, I have loved you the way they said. there's always been something wrong, always, as long as I can remember, but I never knew it until all this happened. you're afraid of hearing it, I'm more afraid than you. you've got to know it, I can't keep it to myself any longer, I've got to tell you that I'm guilty. I've been telling myself that since the night we heard the child say it, I lie in bed night after night praying that it isn't true, but I know about it now. it's there, I don't know how, I don't know why, but I did love you, I do love you. I resented your plans to marry, maybe because I wanted you, maybe I wanted you all these years. I couldn’t call it by a name, but maybe it's been there ever since I first knew you, I never felt that way about anybody but you, I've never loved a man, I never knew why before, maybe it's that. it's funny, it's all mixed up. there's something in you and you don't do anything about it because you don't know it's there, suddenly a little girl gets bored and tells a lie, and there, that night, you see it for the first time, and you say it to yourself, did she see it, did she sense it? she found the lie with the ounce of truth. — the children's hour.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ television

• trust me. gay is in. gay is hot. I want some gay. gay it's gonna be. — what we do in the shadows, season 4 episode 5.
• I am a gentleman. my father raised me to act with honor, but that honor is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment I spend in your presence. you are the bane of my existence, and the object of all my desires. night and day, I dream of you, and what I... do you even know all the ways a lady can be seduced? the things I could teach you. [...] if I wed your sister, it will bind me and you together for eternity, and I will spend every day of my marriage wanting you, dreaming of you, dreading the day when my last thread of honor finally snaps. — bridgerton, season 2, episode 5.
• all I find myself thinking about, all I find myself being able to breathe for is you. do you think that I want to be in this position? contending with these thoughts of wanting to be nowhere except with you. wanting to run away with you. of acting on the most impure, forbidden desires, no matter how much I must remind myself, I am a gentleman, and you are a lady, of that... of that scent. it has remained imprinted on my mind of the conservatory ball on that terrace. lilies. — bridgerton, season 2, episode 7.
• I love you. I've loved you from the moment we raced each other in that park. I've loved you at every dance, on every walk, every time we've been together, and every time we've been apart. you do not have to accept it on embrace it or even allow it. knowing you, you probably will not. but you must know it, in your heart. you must feel it because I do. I love you. [...] I want a life that suits us both. I know I am imperfect, but I will humble myself before you, because I cannot imagine my life without you, and that is why I wish to marry you. — bridgerton, season 2, episode 8.
• I just think I want someone to tell me how to live my life, father, because so far I think I've been getting it wrong. — fleabag, season 2, episode 4.
• the evening's events played in my mind, repetitious on nightmarish technicolor. every little stupid thing I said and did ripping into my retina with violent glee. — we are lady parts, season 1, episode 2.
• speak, for your two lips are free. speak, for your tongue is still your own. this straight body still is yours. speak, your life is still your own. see how in the blacksmith's forge, flames leap high and steel glows red, padlocks opening wide their jaws, every chain's embrace outspread. time enough is this brief hour, until body and tongue lie dead. speak, for truth is living yet. speak, whatever must be said (faiz ahmed faiz). — we are lady parts, season 1, episode 4.
• actually, I broke down trying to live up to other people's standards. I was troubled because I thought everyone was running ahead, while I was the only one falling behind. so for now, I'm trying to become friends with myself rather than others. — summer strike, season 1, episode 5.
• husband? no way. I will be your servant, my body is yours, my soul is yours, my heart is also yours. — my dearest, part 1, episode 10.
• do you still not know who I am? and how I feel? you are all I need. if you are poor or rich gil chae, insolent or obedient gil chae, even if gil chae says you do not love me, and even if gil chae says you love me. whatever you are, you are all I need, gil chae. — my dearest, part 2, episode 7.