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Lucy Honeychurch: Mother doesn't like me playing Beethoven. She says I'm always peevish afterwards.
Reverend Beebe: Naturally one would be... stirred up.
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George Emerson: My father says there is only one perfect view, and that's the view of the sky over our heads.
Cecil Vyse: I expect your father has been reading Dante.
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Charlotte Bartlett: I shall never forgive myself.
Lucy Honeychurch: You always say that, Charlotte, but you always do forgive yourself.
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Mr. Emerson: I don't care what I see outside. My vision is within! Here is where the birds sing! Here is where the sky is blue!
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Charlotte Bartlett: We all have our little foibles, and mine is the prompt settling of accounts.
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George Emerson: He's the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman. He doesn't know what a woman is. He wants you for a possession, something to look at, like a painting or an ivory box. Something to own and to display. He doesn't want you to be real, and to think and to live. He doesn't love you. But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms.
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Freddy Honeychurch: Why does she look like that?
Lucy Honeychurch: Like what?
Freddy Honeychurch: [imitating Charlotte] Like Charlotte Bartlett.
Lucy Honeychurch: Because, she *is* Charlotte Bartlett.
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Cecil Vyse: You must forgive me if I say stupid things. My brain has gone to pieces.
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Lucy Honeychurch: Mother is calling, I have got to go. They trust me.
Mr. Emerson: Why should they, when you deceived everyone, including yourself?
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Charlotte Bartlett: I would like to thank your father personally for his kindness to us.
George Emerson: You can't. He's in his bath.
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Cecil Vyse: So you *do* love me, little thing.
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Lucy Honeychurch: He has misbehaved from the first. In fact, he has behaved abominably.
Mr. Emerson: Not abominably. He only tried when he should not have tried.
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The Reverend Mr. Eager: Remember the facts about this church of Santa Croce; how it was built by faith in the full fervour of medievalism.
Mr. Emerson: Built by faith indeed! That simply means the workers weren't paid properly.
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Freddy Honeychurch: Come and have a bathe.
George Emerson: I'd like that.
Reverend Beebe: [laughs] That's the best conversation opening I've ever heard. "How do you do. Come and have a bathe."
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Cecil Vyse: I have no profession. My attitude - quite an indefensible one - is that as long as I am no trouble to anyone, I have the right to do as I like. It is, I dare say, an example of my decadence.
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Mr. Emerson: Women like looking at a view. Men don't.
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Reverend Beebe: It's not coincidental that you're here now, when one comes to reflect on it.
George Emerson: I *have* reflected. It's fate. Everything is fate.
Reverend Beebe: You've not reflected at all. Let me cross-examine you. Where did you meet Mr. Vyse, who will marry Miss Honeychurch?
George Emerson: The National Gallery.
Reverend Beebe: Looking at Italian art! You see, you talk of coincidence and fate. You're naturally drawn to things Italian, as are we and all our friends, aren't we, Freddy? That narrows the field immeasurably.
George Emerson: It is fate. But call it Italy if it pleases you, Vicar.
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Eleanor Lavish: A young girl, transfigured by Italy! And why shouldn't she be transfigured? It happened to the Goths!
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Sir Harry Otway: The train service has improved so!
Cecil Vyse: I always travel by brougham.
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Mr. Emerson: You love George. You love the boy body and soul, as he loves you.
Lucy Honeychurch: [crying] But of course I do. What did you all think?
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Cecil Vyse: You don't love me, evidently. I dare say you're right not to, but... it would help a little, hurt a little less, if I knew why.
Lucy Honeychurch: Because you're the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman.
[Cecil looks taken aback and hurt]
Lucy Honeychurch: Well, I don't mean exactly that, but you will go on asking questions!
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Lucy Honeychurch: How quickly these accidents do happen and then one returns to the old life.
George Emerson: I don't. I mean, something's happened to me... and to you.
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Charlotte Bartlett: In my small way I am a woman of the world. And I know where things can lead to.
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Eleanor Lavish: Smell! A true Florentine smell. Inhale, my dear. Deeper! Every city, let me tell you, has its own smell.
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Lucy Honeychurch: Why need mother hear of it?
Charlotte Bartlett: Well, you tell her everything, don't you?
Lucy Honeychurch: I suppose I do, generally.
Charlotte Bartlett: There's such a beautiful confidence between you. One would hate to break it. And as I have said before, I am to blame.
Lucy Honeychurch: I wouldn't want mother to think so.
Charlotte Bartlett: She will think so, if you tell her.
Lucy Honeychurch: I shall never speak of it, either to mother or to anyone.
Charlotte Bartlett: We will both be as silent as the grave.
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Cecil Vyse: Temper, Lucy. Temper, please!
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Cecil Vyse: What is it about Italy that makes lady novelists reach such summits of absurdity?
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New Lucy: Don't you agree that, on one's first visit to Florence, one must have a room with a view?
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[first lines]
Charlotte Bartlett: This is not at all what we were led to expect.
Lucy Honeychurch: I thought we were going to see the Arno.
Charlotte Bartlett: The signora distinctly wrote, South rooms, with a view and close together, instead of which she has given us North rooms without a view and a long way apart.
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[last lines]
George Emerson: Kiss me, dear. Again.
Lucy Honeychurch: I'm reading.
George Emerson: What are you reading?
Lucy Honeychurch: It's from Freddy.
George Emerson: What does he say?
Lucy Honeychurch: Silly boy. He thinks he's being dignified. I mean, everybody knew we were going away in the spring.
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[Cecil reads off Eleanor Lavish's Novel]
Cecil Vyse: A far off the towers of Florence and she wandered as though in a dream through the wavering golden sea of barley touched with crimson stains of poppies. All unobserved he came to her. Isn't it immortal? There came from his lips no wordy protestations such as formal lovers use, no eloquence was his, nor did he suffer from the lack of it. He simply unfolded her in his manly arms
A Room with a View Quotes
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Colin 2022-04-24 07:01:16
Five years ago today, I marked it as I want to watch it, and I finally finished it today. I like this unexpected coincidence. Poetic, picturesque, and picturesque natural scenery is a feast for the eyes. The emerald green room with the view is the starting point of the budding love. The romantic and vivid descriptions written by British female writers are the turning point of love. This kind of breaking through class barriers and pursuing free love The story is a consistent theme of British classical literature, and the gentleman and arrogant atmosphere of the nobles can only be seen in movies now. After watching this movie, I really feel the urge to travel.
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Chandler 2022-04-24 07:01:16
As someone who's always wanted to go to Florence again, it's a five-star swipe. Helena really has her own style at any age. If I want to read the original book, I have a hunch that Foster may become my second favorite base friend in the history of English literature after the Emperor of Quotations. . .
