I heard that one before too. I remind you of someone you used to be ma — Vertigo

"Kim Novak - Madeleine Elster/Judy Barton"

"Jimmy Stewart - Det. John Scottie Ferguson"

"Sorry Scottie, that was rotten. He had no right to speak to you like that. It was my responsibility. I shouldnt have got you involved. No, theres nothing you have to say to me. Im getting out, Scottie. For good. I cant stay here. Im going to wind up her affairs, and mine, and get away as far as I can. Europe perhaps. I probably never will come back. Goodbye, Scottie. If theres anything I can do for you before I go? Theres no way for them to understand. You and I know who killed Madeleine."

"Youre gonna be all right now, Madeleine. Dont you see? Youve given me something to work on now! Im gonna take you down there to that mission this afternoon and when you see it, youll remember when you saw it before, and itll finish your dream. It will destroy it. I promise you. All right?"

"Well, I think that explains it. Anyone could become obsessed with the past with a background like that!"

"My wife Madeleine has several pieces of jewelry that belonged to Carlotta. She inherited them. Never wore them, they were too old-fashioned, until now. Now when shes alone, she takes them out and looks at them, handles them gently, curiously. Puts them on and stares at herself in the mirror. Then goes into that other world, is someone else again."

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."

"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"

"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"

"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."

"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"

"Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight."