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Elizabeth Bennet:
And that put paid to it. I wonder who first discovered the power of poetry in driving away love?

Mr. Darcy:
I thought that poetry was the food of love.

Elizabeth Bennet:
Of a fine stout love, it may. But if it is only a vague inclination I'm convinced one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead

Mr. Darcy:
So what do you recommend to encourage affection?

Elizabeth Bennet:
Dancing. Even if one's partner is barely tolerable.

Elrond:
[in Elvish] Arwen, it is time. The ships are leaving for Valinor. Go now before it is too late.

Arwen:
I have made my choice.

Elrond:
He is not coming back. Why do you linger here when there is no hope?

Arwen:
There is still hope.

Elrond:
If Aragorn survives this war, you will still be parted. If Sauron is defeated, and Aragorn made king and all that you hope for comes true, you will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality. Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Aragorn will die. And there will be no comfort for you. No comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death, an image of the splendour of the kings of men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, my daughter, you will linger on in darkness and in doubt, as nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Here you will dwell, bound to your grief, under the fading trees, until all the world is changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent. Arwen, there is nothing for you here... only death. [in Elvish] Do I not also have your love?

Arwen:
[in Elvish, crying] You have my love, father.

Geoffrey Fielding:
The measure of love is what one is willing to give up for it.

H.G. Wells:
The first man to raise a fist is the man who's run out of ideas.

Amy Robbins:
I love you.

Hannibal Lecter:
Tell me, Senator: did you nurse Catherine yourself?

Senator Ruth Martin:
What?

Hannibal Lecter:
Did you breast-feed her?

Sen. Martin's Aide:
Now wait a minute...

Senator Ruth Martin:
Yes, I did.

Hannibal Lecter:
Toughened your nipples, didn't it?

Sen. Martin's Aide:
You son of a bitch!

Hannibal Lecter:
Amputate a man's leg and he can still feel it tickling. Tell me, mum, when your little girl is on the slab, where will it tickle you?

Senator Ruth Martin:
Take this... *thing* back to Baltimore!

Hannibal Lecter:
Five foot ten, strongly built, about a hundred and eighty pounds; hair blonde, eyes pale blue. He'd be about thirty-five now. He said he lived in Philadelphia, but he may have lied. That's all I can remember, mum, but if I think of any more, I will let you know. Oh, and Senator, just one more thing: love your suit!

Joanna Eberhart:
Hey, aren't you Bobbi Markowitz? I love your books. What was the name of that book, the one about your mother?

Bobbi Markowitz:
"I Love You, But Please Die."

Madame de Rosemonde:
I'm sorry to say this but those who are most worthy of love are never made happy by it. Do you still think men love the way we do? No... men enjoy the happiness they feel. We can only enjoy the happiness we give. They are not capable of devoting themselves exclusively to one person. So to hope to be made happy by love is a certain cause of grief.

Mohinder Suresh:
[voice-over] For every being cursed with self-awareness, there remains the unanswerable question: 'Who am I?' We struggle to find meaningful connections to one another. We are the caring friend, the loving father, the doting mother, the protected child. We fight and we love, in the hope that somehow, together, we can understand our significance in the universe. But in the end, no one can share our burden. Each of us alone must answer the question: Who am I? What does it mean to be alive? And in the vast infinity of time, how do I matter?

Narrator:
When you get those rare moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense, you try desperately to hold on to them. They are the life boats for the darker times, when the vastness of it all, the incomprehensible nature of life is completely illusive. So the question becomes, or should have been all a long... What would you do if you knew you only had one day, or one week, or one month to live. What life boat would you grab on to? What secret would you tell? What band would you see? What person would you declare your love to? What wish would you fulfil? What exotic locale would you fly to for coffee? What book would you write? [Written on a black board: "To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."]

Shelley:
Kindness is just love with its work boots on.

Violet:
I love you once. I love you twice. I love you more than beans and rice!

William:
I live in Notting Hill. You live in Beverly Hills. Everyone in the world knows who you are, my mother has trouble remembering my name.

Anna Scott:
I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

All right, you cheese dicks, welcome to the Nam. Follow me.

Well I'll be dipped in shit! New meat!

You dudes gonna love the Nam! For f***in' ever!

Allan:
I love the rain - it washes memories off the sidewalk of life.

Barney Gumble:
Moe, I've come here to make amends for my disgraceful behaviour over the last twenty years.

Moe:
No, that's okay, Barn.

Barney Gumble:
No it's not okay. I broke barstools, befouled your broom closet, and made sweet love to your pool table, which I then befouled.

Moe:
Well, that would explain the drop-off in play.

Clemenza:
Mikey, why did you tell that nice girl you love her? I love you with all-a my heart, if I don't see-a you again

Dr. Meredith Grey:
Did you say it? 'I love you. I don't ever wanna live without you. You changed my life.' Did you say it? Make a plan. Set a goal. Work toward it. But every now and then look around. Drink it in. 'Cause this is it. It might all be gone tomorrow.

Edward:
I will pay you to be at my beck and call.

Vivian:
Look, I'd love to be your beck-and-call girl, but…

Elizabeth Bennet:
Now if every man in the room does not end the evening in love with you then I am no judge of beauty.

Jane Bennet:
[giggles] Or men.

Elizabeth Bennet:
[laughs brightly] No, they are far too easy to judge.

Jane Bennet:
They're not all bad.

Elizabeth Bennet:
Humorless poppycocks, in my limited experience.

Jane Bennet:
One of these days, Lizzy, someone will catch your eye and then you'll have to watch your tongue.

Howard Wolowitz:
[about going with Penny on Thanksgiving] I'd love to, but on Thanksgiving my family comes to my mother's for her famous tur-briska-fil.

Penny:
Tur-briska-fil?

Howard Wolowitz:
Turkey stuffed with brisket stuffed with gefilte fish. It's not as good as it sounds.

Jenny:
You like Patsy Cline? I just love her. I wonder how come she don't put out no more new records.

Bobby:
She's dead.

Jenny:
Oh... that's sad. Don't that make you sad?

Bobby:
I've had time to get over it.

John Coffey:
People hurt the ones they love. That's how it is all around the world.

Lila Alweather:
You're the song that the tree sings, when the wind blows. / You're a flower... you're a river... you're a rainbow. / I loved you the first time I saw you... / And I always will love you, Marie.

Linus Van Pelt:
I never thought it was such a bad little tree. It's not bad at all, really. Maybe it just needs a little love.