Our days and years are strung upon The thread that runs so true. The game of life is played and Lost to love. -Nancy Janes Nancy Janes
He turned away; he threw himself on his face on the sofa. 'Oh, Jane! my hope - my love - my life!' broke in anguish from his lips.
How can it be that Jane is with me, and says she loves me? Will she not depart as suddenly as she came? To-morrow, I fear I shall find her no more.
[Jane Livingstone extends a microphone to Chiki] Jane Livingstone: Excuse me... Can I make interview with you? Chiki: Go fuck yourself! You're the last thing I need!
The Unmarried Mother: You're not how I imagined you'd look. Jane: Do I know you? The Unmarried Mother: You're beautiful. Someone should have told you that. Jane: Well, you just did.
Elvira Stitt: [shocked at some obscenities Jane has scrawled] I can't remember the last time I saw words like that written down!
Angela Hayes: Jane, he's a freak! Jane Burnham: Then so am I! And we'll always be freaks and we'll never be like other people and you'll never be a freak because you're just too... perfect!
I wish I had only offered you a sovereign instead of ten pounds. Give me back nine pounds, Jane; I’ve a use for it.' 'And so have I, sir,' I returned, putting my hands and my purse behind me. 'I could not spare the money on any account.' 'Little ni...
Home was his favorite place too. But home for him was anywhere Jane happened to be. Never in his life had he loved someone as much as he loved her. So much that it scared him sometimes. He pulled her against him and looked out over the city. He was i...
I haven't strength of mind not to need a career.
Miss Austen had shown the infinite possibilities of ordinary and present things for the novelist.
To be ignorant of the future is a condition of mortal existence, with which one can make terms. To be ignorant of the present, where it concerns the life of those one loves, is an additional burden almost beyond endurance.
'Sin Nombre' was almost like the adolescent version of 'Jane Eyre.' 'Jane Eyre' sort of picks up where 'Sin Nombre' ends. It's about this girl who starts off on her own at her lowest point of despair, and she figures out how she got there.
Francis: Jane, I love you - when will you marry me? Jane: We who are of noble blood may not follow the wishes of our hearts.
Superintendant: Don't you love him? Jane Lagrange: No. Superintendant: Really? I'd have said you did. Laying yourself on the line for him like that, I thought you must love him. Jane Lagrange: You're not the psychologist you imagined.
[Jane climbs a ladder] Frank: Nice beaver! Jane: [producing a stuffed beaver] Thank you. I just had it stuffed.
[Frank Drebin is angrily breaking up with Jane Spencer] Frank: Oh, and one more thing... I faked every orgasm! Jane: [heartbroken] Oh, Funny Face!
Jane: I was only doing what I was told to do. Frank: Like make love to me? Jane: [gasps] FRANK! [slaps him across the face]
Mr. Robertson: I see you've had some disciplinary problems in the past. Jane: I've had nothing but straight As in all my classes since the first grade. Mr. Robertson: Yes. Have you ever been with a man? Jane: Have you?
Jane Hawking: So, I take it you've never been to church? Stephen Hawking: Once upon a time. Jane Hawking: Tempted to convert? Stephen Hawking: I have a slight problem with the celestial dictatorship premise.
Jane: I don't want to talk about it! Everytime I think about something nice, you remind me of bad things. I only want to talk about the nice things.
