The Last Station

Leo Tolstoy: It doesn't matter. If my heart stopped beating, I'd still go riding today.
Dushan: Your pulse is my responsibility.
Leo Tolstoy: No. It's mine.
Dushan: Fine. If you must ride, I insist you wear a coat. Even the sun is cold today.

Leo Tolstoy: Despite good cause for it, I have never stopped loving you.
Sofya Tolstaya: Of course.
Leo Tolstoy: But God knows you don't make it easy!
Sofya Tolstaya: Why should it be easy? I am the work of your life, you are the work of mine. That's what love is!

Sofya Tolstaya: I'm your little bird, you know the sounds I make.

Leo Tolstoy: And that was some sort of love call, I suppose?
Sofya Tolstaya: Brought you back to me.

Becoming Jane

"Mrs. Radcliffe: Of what do you wish to write?
Jane Austen: Of the heart.
Mrs. Radcliffe: Do you know it?
Jane Austen: Not all of it.
Mrs. Radcliffe: In time, you will. But even if that fails, that's what the imagination is for."



Tom Lefroy: I have no money, no property, I am entirely dependent upon that bizarre old lunatic, my uncle. I cannot yet offer marriage, but you must know what I feel. Jane, I'm yours. God, I'm yours. I'm yours, heart and soul. Much good that is.
Jane Austen: Let me decide that.
Tom Lefroy: What will we do?
Jane Austen: What we must.





"Jane Austen: A novel must show how the world truly is, how characters genuinely think, how events actually occur. A novel should somehow reveal the true source of our actions."


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Las crónicas de Narnia

Penelope

You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, How much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away ♪


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