Here are some famous lines from classic films and literature you have likely watched or read during your lifetime.
“She opened the door wide and let him into her life again.”
The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest, Stieg Larsson
“Curley and Carlson looked after them. And Carlson said, ‘Now what the hell ya suppose is eatin’ them two guys?'”
Of Mice and Men, John Steinbeck
“I just waited a bit, then turned back to the car, to drive off to wherever it was I was supposed to be.”
Never Let Me Go, Kazuo Ishiguro
“My husband remained there some time after me to settle our affairs, and at first I had intended to go back to him, but at his desire I altered that resolution, and he is come over to England also, where we resolve to spend the remainder of our years in sincere penitence for the wicked lives we have lived.”
Moll Flanders, Daniel Defoe
“And then, while the pretty brunette girl finished singing her verse, he buzzed me through like I was someone who mattered.”
The Devil Wears Prada, Lauren Weisberger
“We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long.”
The Green Mile, Stephen King
“At that, as if it had been the signal he waited for, Newland Archer got up slowly and walked back alone to his hotel.”
The Age of Innocence, Edith Wharton
“Her lips move and a moment before the door splinters off its hinges she says, her voice strong and quiet, ‘My name is Alisa.'”
The Cellist of Sarajevo, Steven Galloway
“I lost track after a while, happy to be home, weeping for my father, and thinking about what was next.”
Middlesex, Jeffrey Eugenides
“The men began singing, a grave, slow song that drifted away into the night. Soon the road was empty. All that remained of the German regiment was a little cloud of dust.”
Suite Francaise, Irene Nemirovsky
“Valcourt is at peace with himself.”
A Sunday at the Pool in Kigali, Gil Courtemanche
“‘When the day shall come, that we do part,’ he said softly, and turned to look at me, ‘if my last words are not ‘I love you’ – ye’ll ken it was because I didna have time.'”
The Fiery Cross, Diana Gabaldon
“She closes her eyes again and I begin to sing softly:
”’V’la l’bon vent, v’la l’joli vent
V’la l’bon vent, ma mie m’appelle.”’
Hoping that this time it will remain a lullaby. That this time the wind will not hear. That this time – please just this once – it will leave without us.”
Chocolat, Joanne Harris
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