THE ENGLISH PATIENT → SENTENCE MEME
LINES AND DIALOGUE TAKEN FROM THE 1996 FILM ‘THE ENGLISH PATIENT’ – FEEL FREE TO CHANGE PRONOUNS OR REARRANGE HOWEVER YOU LIKE.
My Darling, I’m waiting for you. How long is the day in the dark?
We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we’ve entered and swum up like rivers.
I want all this marked on my body.
I have to teach myself not to read too much into everything.
Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again.
Of course, you idiot. I’ve always loved you.
Betrayals in war are childlike compared with our betrayals during peace.
New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything. For the heart is an organ of fire.
‘Yes’ is a comfort. ‘Absolutely’ is not.
You speak so many bloody languages, and you never want to talk.
I just wanted you to know: I’m not missing you yet.
Promise me you’ll come back for me.
I promise, I’ll come back for you. I promise, I’ll never leave you.
There is no God, but I hope someone watches over you.
Why are people always so happy when they collide with someone from the same place?
How can you ever smile, as if your life hadn’t capsized?
This… this, the hollow at the base of a woman’s throat, does it have an official name?
Good God, man, pull yourself together.
When you leave, you should forget me.
Could I have a cigarette?
Why… why are you so determined to keep me alive?
When were you most happy?
When were you least happy?
Stop it! Stop it! You’re always beating me!
Bastard! You bastard, I believed you!
I am just a bit of toast, my friend.
A woman should never learn to sew, and if she can she shouldn’t admit to it.
Do you think you are the only one who feels anything?
You’re in love with him, aren’t you?
You think he’s a saint because of the way he looks? I don’t think he is.
I’m not in love with him. I’m in love with ghosts.
I’m sick of this room. I’m sick of this heat! And I’m sick of this damn telephone!
I must be a curse. Anybody who loves me, anybody who gets close to me… or I must be cursed. Which is it?
Why did you follow me yesterday?
Escort me, by all means, but following me is predatory, isn’t it?
I fear _____ knows about us, they keep mentioning Anna Karenina.
I believe you still have my book.
Ask your saint who he is. Ask him who he’s killed.
And what if he really is a spy?
If anything happened to you I’d never forgive myself.
I apologize if I appear abrupt. I am rusty at social graces.
I can still taste you. I try to write with your taste in my mouth.
I long for the rain on my face.
I’m not agreeing. Don’t think I’m agreeing, because I’m not.
_____? My God, _____ what are you doing here?
I have come to love that little tap of the fingernail against the syringe. Tap… Tap… Tap.
It wouldn’t be make believe if you believed in me.
Read to me will you? Read me to sleep.
And that would be unconscionable, I suppose, to feel any obligation?
Am I a terrible coward to ask how much water we have?
This a different world is what I tell myself; a different life.
Don’t you know you drove everybody mad?
There was a result to what you did!
This is what I do. I do this every day.
Why are you people so threatened by a woman?
It’s ghastly. It’s a witch hunt. Anyone remotely foreign is suddenly a spy.
How do you explain… to someone who’s never been here… feelings that seem quite natural?
You get to the morning and the poison leaks away, doesn’t it?
I thought I would kill you.
You can’t kill me. I died years ago.
No, I can’t kill you now.
My mother always told me I would summon my husband by playing the piano.
Then I tell myself you spend all day searching, in the night you want to be found.
I do. I do want you to find me! I do want to be found.
And the marriage….is that a fiction?
I claim this shoulder blade. No, wait…I want - Turn over ; I want this…this place. I love this place. What’s it called? This is mine.
I thought you were against ownership?
She died because of me, because I loved her. Because I – because I had the wrong name.
theartofmadeline
blakekathryn
titsay
