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That's all you need? Easy. I love you. Okay? Want it louder? I love you. Spell it out, should I? I ell-oh-vee-ee why-oh-you. Want it backward? You love I.
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romance
westley
the-princess-bride
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William Goldman |
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It was all part of growing up. You got these little quick passions, you blinked, and they were gone. You forgave faults, found perfection, fell madly; then the next day the sun came up and it was over. Chalk it up to experience, old girl, and get on with the morning. Buttercup stood, made her bed, changed her clothes, combed her hair, smiled, and burst out again in a fit of weeping. Because there was a limit to just how much you could lie t..
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Be careful, this is the greatest fencer since the death of the Wizard of Corsica. Do not burgle.
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La verita>> disse Westley <>. <>. <>.
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Da che esistono le donne, esistono i parrucchieri, e Adamo fu il primo, benche gli studiosi di Re Giacomo abbiano tentato di confondere le acque.
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William Goldman |
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The truth,' said Westley, 'is that you would rather live with your prince than die with your love.' 'I would rather live than die, I admit it.' 'We are talking of love, madam.' There was a long pause. Then Buttercup said it: 'I can live without love.' And with that she left Westley alone.
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She had entered her room as just an impossibly lovely girl. The woman who emerged was a trifle thinner, a great deal wiser, an ocean sadder. This one understood the nature of pain, and beneath the glory of her features, there was character, and a sure knowledge of suffering. She
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William Goldman |
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In point of fact, she had never looked as well. She had entered her room as just an impossibly lovely girl. The woman who emerged was a trifle thinner, a great deal wiser, an ocean sadder. This one understood the nature of pain, and beneath the glory of her features, there was character, and a sure knowledge of suffering. She
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William Goldman |
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Life is pain," his mother said. "Anybody that says different is selling something."
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William Goldman |
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No one could be following us yet?" the Spaniard asked. "No one," the Sicilian assured him. "It would be inconceivable." "Absolutely inconceivable?" "Absolutely, totally, and, in all other ways, inconceivable," the Sicilian reassured him. "Why do you ask?"
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William Goldman |
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He always avoided arrest, and everyone except Yellin thought Falkbridge must be bribing somebody. Yellin knew he was bribing somebody, since every month, rain or shine, Falkbridge came to Yellin's house and gave him a sarchel full of money.
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William Goldman |
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I love you," Buttercup said. "I know this must come as something of a surprise, since all I've ever done is scorn you and degrade you and taunt you, but I have loved you for several hours now, and every second, more. I thought an hour ago that I loved you more than any woman has ever loved a man, but a half hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing compared to what I felt then. But ten minutes after that, I understood that ..
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I thought an hour ago that I loved you more than any woman has ever loved a man, but a half hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing compared to what I felt then. But ten minutes after that, I understood that my previous love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a storm.
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lovers
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William Goldman |
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I could feel almost my heart emptying into my pillow. I guess the most amazing thing about crying though is that when you're in it, you think it'll go on forever but it never really lasts half what you think. Not in terms of real time. In terms of real emotions, it's worse than you think, but not by the clock.
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William Goldman |
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0250f38
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some of the wrong people die. Be ready for it. This isn't Curious George Uses the Potty.
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William Goldman |
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58dce62
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And 5:25 when the screaming started outside the main gate.
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William Goldman |
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I have loved you for several hours now,
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William Goldman |
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don't come out all that well a lot of the time, but that can't be helped.
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William Goldman |
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Actually, of course, it didn't explain anything, but whenever doctors are confused about something, which is really more frequently than any of us would do well to think about, they always snatch at something in the vicinity of the case and add, "That explains it."
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William Goldman |
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d941317
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Do you love me, Westley? Is that it?" He couldn't believe it. "Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches. If"
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William Goldman |
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I have loved you for several hours now, and every second, more.
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romance
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William Goldman |
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She fell fast and she fell hard, but what did that matter, since she would have gladly dropped a thousand feet onto a bed of nails if Westley had been waiting at the bottom. Down,
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He'll never catch up!" the Sicilian cried. "Inconceivable!" "You keep using that word!" the Spaniard snapped. "I don't think it means what you think it does."
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William Goldman |
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Then let's look on the bright side: we're having an adventure, Fezzik, and most people live and die without being as lucky as we are.
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William Goldman |
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Inconceivable!" "You keep using that word!" the Spaniard snapped. "I don't think it means what you think it does."
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William Goldman |
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59df86b
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A sailor? A common sailor? A common ordinary seaman bests the great Inigo Montoya with the sword? In-con-ceiv-a-ble. He must be the Dread Pirate Roberts. Otherwise it makes no sense.
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William Goldman |
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c508891
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The Serpent, to my interpretation, was pain.
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pain
suffering
christianity
eden
serpent
snake
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William Goldman |
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d068978
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Estaba abrumado, sitiado, asediado. Derrotado. Por el hombre de negro.
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William Goldman |
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1375a1d
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Te amo. Te amo. Te abandone en el Pantano de Fuego para poner a prueba tu amor. ?Es tan grande como el mio por ti? ?Acaso pueden dos amores asi existir en un mismo planeta y al mismo tiempo? ?Hay lugar para algo asi, amado Westley...?
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William Goldman |
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Don't expect too much from life, Buttercup told herself as she rode along. Learn to be satisfied with what you have.
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Oh, Fezzik . . . Fezzik . . ." "What . . . ?" "I had such rhymes for you . . . ." "What rhymes? . . ." Silence. The fourth coil was finished. "Inigo, what rhymes?" Silence. Snake breath. "Inigo, I want to know the rhymes before I die--Inigo, I really want to know--Inigo, tell me the rhymes," Fezzik said, and by now he was very frustrated and, more than that, he was spectacularly angry and one arm came clear of one coil and that made it a bi..
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Has it got any sports in it?" "Fencing. Fighting. Torture. Poison. True love. Hate. Revenge. Giants. Hunters. Bad men. Good men. Beautifulest ladies. Snakes. Spiders. Beasts of all natures and descriptions. Pain. Death. Brave men. Coward men. Strongest men. Chases. Escapes. Lies. Truths. Passion. Miracles." "Sounds"
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You keep using that word!" the Spaniard snapped. "I don't think it means what you think it does." "How"
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William Goldman |
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087b63d
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he looked as much like Karl as Cuddles Sakall resembled Argentina Rocca.
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William Goldman |
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THERE HAVE BEEN five great kisses since 1642 B.C., when Saul and Delilah Korn's inadvertent discovery swept across Western civilization. (Before then couples hooked thumbs.) And the precise rating of kisses is a terribly difficult thing, often leading to great controversy, because although everyone agrees with the formula of affection times purity times intensity times duration, no one has ever been completely satisfied with how much weight..
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Westley, my passion, my sweet, my only, my own. Come back, come back. I shall kill myself otherwise. Yours in torment, Buttercup." She looked at Humperdinck. "Well? Do you think I'm throwing myself at him?" "It does seem a bit forward," the Prince admitted."
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love
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William Goldman |
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a21580b
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Who can know when his world is going to change? Who can tell before it happens, that every prior experience, all the years, were a preparation for . . . nothing.
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William Goldman |
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a6ce2f2
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myself am often surprised at life's little quirks
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William Goldman |
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3233bd7
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This book says 'life isn't fair' and I'm telling you, one and all, you better believe it. I got a fat spoiled sonhe's not gonna nab Miss Rheingold. And he's always gonna be fat, even if he gets skinny he'll still be fat and he'll still be spoiled and life will never be enough to make him happy, and that's my fault maybemake it all my fault, if you wantthe point is, we're not created equal, for the rich they sing, life isn't fair. I got a co..
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true
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William Goldman |
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7e89ca2
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What's the handle, Zock?
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William Goldman |
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13021bc
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It must have been fifty seconds before Doc died. Long time.
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death
dying
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William Goldman |
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3c24716
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Can you guess what I'm doing?" "Cutting my heart out." "You took mine when I was ten; I want yours now. We are lovers of justice, you and I--what could be more just than that?"
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William Goldman |
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Butch: Now after we.... wait a minute... Sundance: What? Butch: You didn't see Lefors out there? Sundance: Lefors ? No. Butch: Good. For a minute there I thought we were in trouble.
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William Goldman |
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52fa714
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All aboard," the Sicilian said. (This was before trains, but the expression comes originally from carpenters loading lumber, and this was well after carpenters.) With that the Turk began to climb. It was at least a thousand feet and he was carrying the three, but he was not worried. When it came to power, nothing worried him. When it came to reading, he got knots in the middle of his stomach, and when it came to writing, he broke out in a c..
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William Goldman |