Liv Ullmann quotes
“- David: Come here, Marie. Come. Look in the mirror. You're beautiful. Perhaps even more than when we were together. But you've changed and I want you to see how. Now your eyes cast quick, calculating, side glances. You used to look ahead straightforwardly, openly, without disguise. Your mouth has a slightly hungry, dissatisfied expression. It...” (continue)(continue reading)
“- Maria: I think you're joking with me. I know where you see it.
- David: Where?
- Maria: In yourself. Because you and I are so alike.
- David: You mean in our selfishness, coldness and indifference?”
“You managed to injure me for life, just as you are injured.”
“You talk of my hatred. Your hatred was no less.”
“You're shut up inside yourself and always standing your own light.”
“One thing I did understand: not a shred of the real me could be loved or accepted. I didn't dare to be myself even when I was alone because I hated what was my own.”
“The mother's injuries are to be handed down to the daughter. The mother's failures are to be paid for by the daughter. The mother's unhappiness is to be the daughter's unhappiness. It's as if the umbilical cord had never been cut.”
“You said my hair was too long and you had it cut short, it was hideous! Then you thought that I had crooked teeth, and you got me braces, I looked so grotesque! You would buy me books and I would read them and not understand them, and you would make me talk about them, and I would always be afraid that you would show up my stupidity.”
“There can be no forgiveness.”
“- Charlotte Andergast: You can't blame me entirely.
- Eva: You expect an exception for you. You've set up a sort of discount system with life but one day you'll see that your agreement is one-sided.”
“All that was sensitive and delicate, you attacked. All that was alive, you tried to smother.”
“A mother and a daughter, what a terrible combination.”
“To me, man is a tremendous creation, an inconceivable thought. In man is everything, from the highest to lowest.”
“Maybe everything is already too late.”
“Are the daughter's miseries the mother's triumphs?”