1) I often wonder how it is you came to invent yourself. 2) (shrugs) I had no choice, did I? I’m a woman. You can destroy our lives with a few carefully-chosen words…
1) The contessa has offered me extensive use of her gardens. It seems her husbands fingers are not as green as they once were. 2) Ah yes, but from what I hear, all her husband’s friends are gardeners.
1) Why do you suppose we only feel compelled to chase the ones who run away? 2) Immaturity?
1)…win or die. 2) So you’re infalliable, are you? 1) If I want a man, I have him. If he wants to tell, he finds that he can’t. That’s the whole story. 2) And was that our story?
1: Betrayal…I thought that was your favorite word. 2: No. Cruelty. I’ve always thought that had a far nobler ring to it.
Adopt a less marital tone.
And its not that I want to have you, its that
I want to deserve you
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.
Draw the curtains.
I promised her my eternal love, and I actually thought that for a couple of hours.
I’ve always known I was born to dominate your sex, and avenge my own
I’ve always known that I was born to dominate your sex, and avenge my own
I’ve distilled everything to one single principle: win or die.
Illusions, of course, are by their nature sweet.
In the end I distilled everything to one wonderfully simple principle:
Win or die.
It was only when I began to feel actual physical pain every time you left the room that it finally dawned on me: I was in love.
It’s beyond my control.
Like most intellectuals, he’s intensely stupid.
Monsieur Danceny is one of the rare eccentrics who come here (the opera) to listen to the music.
One does not applaud the tenor for clearing his throat.
So I promise: No more refusals, no more regrets.
Those most deserving of love are rarely made happy by it.
VV: Are you sure you’re not going impose some new condition before agreeing to honor your obligation?
MM:I have this friend who became involved with an entirely unsuitable woman. Whenever any of us pointed this out to him, he invariably made the same feeble reply, It’s beyond my control, he would say. He was on the verge of becoming a laughingstock. At which point, another friend of mine, a woman, decided to speak to him seriously. She explained to him that his name was in danger of being ludicrously associated with this phrase for the rest of his life. So, do you know what he did?
VV: I feel sure you’re about to tell me.
MM: He went round to see his mistress and bluntly announced he was leaving her. Well, as you can expect, she protested vociferously. But to everything she said, to every objection she made, he simply replied, It’s beyond my control. Goodnight.
When I came out into society I was 15. I already knew then that the role I was condemned to, namely to keep quiet and do what I was told, gave me the perfect opportunity to listen and observe. Not to what people told me, which naturally was of no interest to me, but to whatever it was they were trying to hide. I practiced detachment. I learned how to look cheerful while under the table I stuck a fork onto the back of my hand. I became a virtuoso of deceit. I consulted the strictest moralists to learn how to appear, philosophers to find out what to think, and novelists to see what I could get away with, and in the end it all came down to one wonderfully simple principle: win or die.
When one woman strikes at the heart of another, she seldom misses, and the wound is invariably fatal.
Why is it that we only feel compelled to chase the ones that run away? Immaturity?
You see, I have no plans to break down her morals. I WANT her to believe in love and virtue and the sanctity of marriage, and still not be able to stop herself. I want the pleasure of watching her betray everything that is important to her.
You’ll find the shame is like the pain, you only feel it once.
You’ll find the shame is like the pain: you’ll only feel it once.
You’re right. I can’t live either unless I make you happy. So, I promise…..no more refusals. No more regrets.
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