Ruth Condomine: If I died, I wonder how long it would be before you married again.
Charles Condomine: You won’t die. You’re not the dying sort.
Ruth Condomine: Neither was Elvira.
Charles Condomine: She was, now l come to think of it. She had a certain ethereal quality. Nobody could call you even remotely ethereal.
Ruth Condomine: Nonsense. She was of the earth, earthy.
Charles Condomine: Yes, well, she is now, anyhow.
Ruth Condomine: That’s the kind of observation that shocks people.
Charles Condomine: Discouraging to think how many are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.
Ruth Condomine: Write that down. You might forget it.
Laura Jesson: This can’t last. This misery can’t last. I must remember that and try to control myself. Nothing lasts really. Neither happiness nor despair. Not even life lasts very long. There’ll come a time in the future when I shan’t mind about this anymore, when I can look back and say quite peacefully and cheerfully how silly I was. No, no, I don’t want that time to come ever. I want to remember every minute, always, always to the end of my days.