Sophia MylesQuotes

Marke: That’s pretty. Did you make it?

Isolde: It was a present.

Isolde: If things were different. If we lived in a place without duty... would you be with me?

Tristan: That place does not exist.

Isolde: I'll pretend it's you.

Tristan: You're promised?

Isolde: Yes.

Tristan: What's he like?

Isolde: Dark. Tall. Nearly twice your size. An absolute gentleman.

Tristan: I thought... earlier when you spoke of wanting something you can't have.

Isolde: I didn't know what I was talking about.

Isolde: Outside, just past that bluff there is a boat. That's how you should go when you leave. You should go soon.

Tristan: How do you feel?

Isolde: I don't know.

Isolde: How many did you love before me?

Tristan: None.

Isolde: And after me?

Tristan: None.

Isolde: Why long for things if they're not meant to be ours?

Isolde: [Tristan dies. Isolde is thinking of the time back in Ireland] My face in thine eyes, thine in mine appers. And true plain hearts do in the faces rest. Where can you find two better hemispheres, without sharp north, without declining west. Whatever dies was not mixed equally. If our two loves be one or thou and I love so alike that none can slacken, none can die. (John Donne, The Good Morrow)

Isolde: I want to know if there's more to this life and I can't know that if they kill you!

Isolde: [Tristan slowly turns to look at her.; Tristan fades out of consciousness.] Hello. You've been sleeping a long time. You're in Ireland. Did you know that? Shh... It's alright. You're safe here. No one knows. Don't be scared. Just sleep... sleep.

Lady Penelope: [arriving at Tracy Island after they send the emergency signal] This doesn't look good, Parker.

Parker: No, Milady.

Lady Penelope: [points with her pink umbrella to a potted plant on a nearby table; points behind her to an old wooden hammock] That Bougainvillea is absolutely parched!

Lady Penelope: And someone should do something about that *hideous* hammock!

Parker: [after taking Lady Penelope's umbrella] Yes, milady.