Once upon a time, a man and woman fell in love. But such things cannot last. For the heart is a treacherous thing. And love, love is nothing more than a fairy tale.
You’re a man looking at the world through a keyhole. You’ve spent your whole life trying to widen it that keyhole. To see more, to know more. And now on hearing that it can be widen, in ways you can’t imagine, you reject the possibility.[to Stephen]
You’re familiar with the phrase “Man’s reach exceeds his grasp”? It’s a lie. Man’s grasp exceeds his nerve.
Man is still good. We fight. We kill. We betray one another. But we can rebuild. We can do better. We will. We have to.
I kneel before you not as a prince but as a man in love. But I would feel like a king if you, Danielle de Barbarac, would be my wife.
A cultivated woman, a woman of breeding and intelligence, can enrich a man’s life immeasurably. I have those things to offer and time doesn’t take them away. Physical beauty is a passing transitory possession but beauty of mind, richness of spirit, tenderness of the heart, I have all those things.
Vengeance against the man who killed him, is simply a reward, for my patience. You see, it’s the slow knife, the knife that takes it’s time, the knife that waits years without forgetting, then slips quietly between the bones, that’s the knife that cuts deepest.