The English Patient

The English Patient quotes

81 total quotes (ID: 753)

Count Laszlo de Almásy
David Caravaggio
Geoffrey Clifton
Hana
Katharine Clifton
Kirpal Singh (Kip)
Madox
Other


Katharine: Shall we be all right?
Almásy: Yes. Yes. —Absolutely.
Katharine: Oh dear.


Hana: I'll probably marry him.
Almásy: Really? That's sudden.
Hana: My mother always told me I would summon my husband by playing the piano.

Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again. [to Katharine]

Caravaggio: You're in love with him, aren't you? Your poor patient. You think he's a saint because of the way he looks?
Hana: I don't think he is. I'm not so in love with him. I'm in love with ghosts. And so is he. He's in love with ghosts.
Caravaggio: I'm one of his ghosts and he wouldn't even know.

I once traveled with a guide who was taking me to Faya. He didn't speak for nine hours. At the end of it he pointed to the horizon and said, Faya! That was a good day. [to Katharine]

Katharine: Why did you hate me?
Almásy: What?
Katharine: Don't you know you drove everybody mad?
Almásy: Shh, don't talk.
Katharine: You speak so many bloody languages and you never wanted to talk.
Almásy: You're wearing the thimble.
Katharine: Of course, you idiot. I always wear it; I've always worn it... I've always loved you.

Condensed milk - one of the truly great inventions. [to Hana]

And that would be unconscionable, I suppose, to feel any obligation? Yes. Of course it would. [to Almásy]

It's still there, the cannon, outside the museum. It was made of metal cups and bowls taken from every household in the city as tax, then melted down. Then later they fired the cannon at my people - comma - The natives - full stop. [reading from w:Herodotus to Almásy]

I can still taste you. I try to write with your taste in my mouth. [to Katharine]

I must be a curse. Anybody who loves me, anybody who gets close to me. . . —or I must be cursed. Which is it?

Muller: [interrogating Caravaggio] Look here, for every name you give me, I'll let you keep a finger. You give me something, and you'll keep something.
Caravaggio: Don't cut me.
Muller: Are thumbs fingers? [to Lieutenant]
Muller: Ist ein Daumen ein Finger?
Interrogation Room Soldier: [phone rings] Telefon.
Muller: I'm sick of this room. I'm sick of this heat! And I'm sick of this damn telephone!
[hangs it up]

In that case I suppose we can't charge. [to Hana]

K is for Katherine. [to Hana]

A very… plum… plum.