A Room with a View Quotes
When Lucy Honeychurch and chaperone Charlotte Bartlett find themselves in Florence with rooms without views, fellow guests Mr Emerson and son George step in to remedy the situation. Meeting... See full summary »
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.
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.
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.
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!
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!
[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.
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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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.
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.
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.
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.
