Hesther: I mean he's in pain, Martin. He's been in pain for most of his life. That much, at least, you know.
Dysart: Possibly.
Hesther: Possibly?!... That cut-off figure you just described must have been in pain for years.
Dysart: (doggedly) Possibly.
Hesther: And you can take it away.
Dysart: Still - possibly.
Hesther: Then that's surely enough. That simply has to be enough for you, surely?
Dysart: No!
Hesther: Why not?
Dysart: Because it's his.
Hesther: I don't understand.
Dysart: His pain. His own. He made it. 

(a pause, then earnestly) 

Look... to go through life and call it yours - your life - you first have to get your own pain. 

Pain that's unique to you.

You can't just dip into the common bin and say 'That's enough!'... He's done that.

All right, he's sick. He's full of misery and fear.

He was dangerous, and could be again, though I doubt it.

But that boy has known a passion more ferocious than I have felt in any second of my life, and let me tell you something: I envy it.
Hesther: You can't.
Dysart: (vehemently) Don't you see? That's the Accusation! 

That's what his stare has been saying to me all this time. 'At least I galloped! When did you?'

...  (simply) I'm jealous, Hesther. Jealous of Alan Strang.

Equus ~ Peter Shaffer

Dysart: (quietly) Can you think of anything worse one can do to anybody than take away their worship?

Hesther: Worship?

Dysart: Yes, that word again!

Hesther: Aren't you being a little extreme?

Dysart: Extremity's the point.

Hether: Worship isn't destructive, Martin. I know that.

Dysart: I don't. I only know it's the core of his life. What else has he got? 

Think about him. He can hardly read.

He knows no physics or engineering to make the world real for him.

No paintings to show him how others have enjoyed it. 

No music except television jingles. No history except tales from a desperate mother. 

No friends. Not one kid to give him a joke, or make him know himself more moderately. 

He's a modern citizen for whom society doesn't exist.

He lives one hour every three weeks - howling in a mist. 

And after the service kneels to a slave who stands over him obviously and unthrowably his master. 

With my body I thee worship!... Many men have less vital relationships with their wives.

Equus ~ Peter Shaffer

The Normal is the indispensable, murderous God of Health, and I am his Priest. My tools are very delicate. My compassion is honest. I have honestly assisted children in this room. I have talked away terrors and relieved many agonies. But also - beyond question - I have cut from them parts of individuality repugnant to this God, in both aspects. Parts sacred to rarer and more wonderful Gods. And at what length... sacrifices to Zeus took at the most, surely, sixty seconds each. Sacrifices to the Normal can take as long as sixty months.

Dysart, Equus ~ Peter Shaffer

The Normal is the good smile in a child's eyes - all right.
It is also the dead stare in a million adults.
It both sustains and kills - like a God.
It is the Ordinary made beautiful: it is also the Average made lethal.

Dysart, Equus ~ Peter Shaffer

Tragedy obviously does not lie in a conflict of Right and Wrong, but in a collision between two different kinds of Right.

Peter Shaffer about Equus

Why didn't they have mobile phones in the 1920s? Think how many misunderstandings in the world could have been avoided. Archduke Ferdinand could have texted his people - I think a weirdo's following me - and he wouldn't have got assassinated. World War I wouldn't have happened.

Lara, Twenties Girl ~ Sophie Kinsella

It's not enough to believe!

Don't you see that, you stupid girl?

You could spend your whole life hoping and believing!

If a love affair is one-sided, then it's only ever a question, never an answer.

You can't live your life waiting for an answer.

Sadie, Twenties Girl ~ Sophie Kinsella

Boys treat thinking like sex. they think it takes twenty minutes and then you're done and there's no point talking about it. They have no idea.

Lara, Twenties Girl ~ Sophie Kinsella

Darling, when things go wrong in life, you lift your chin, put on a ravishing smile, mix yourself a little cocktail - and out you go.

Sadie, Twenties Girl ~ Sophie Kinsella

Domyouji: Makino, you're going to be like this, right?

Once we get married, you'll get fat really quick.

If this pattern continues, you definitely won't have the same face you have now.

Makino: You're probably right.

If I lived a life of luxury, I'd get fat in no time.

What are you going to do if that happens?

Domyouji: What am I going to do?

*blaank*

Well, even if you a horribly fat, Makino will still be Makino.

Makino: Eh?

Domyouji: To me, it doesn't matter even if you're fat or ugly.

Because I've fallen in love with your very existence.

Makino: *happy*

Domyouji: If it wasn't so, someone like me wouldn't even think of marrying someone as ugly as you.

Makino: Ugly.. Ugly...After all, you think  I'm ugly.

Domyouji: There's no way I'd think that! 

In my opinion, without a doubt, hands down, you're the best. You're the best in the entire world.

Makino: What is the best in the world?

Domyouji: Anything and EVERYTHING.

Hana Yori Dango ~ Movie (2008)