He's so reliable, I almost feel that he'd be a--a background.
AMORY: You don't love him.
ROSALIND: I know, but I respect him, and he's a good man and a strong one.
AMORY: (Grudgingly) Yes--he's that.
ROSALIND: Well--here's one little thing.

There was a little poor boy we met in Rye Tuesday afternoon--and, oh, Dawson took him on his lap and talked to him and promised him an Indian suit--and next day he remembered and bought it--and, oh, it was so sweet and I couldn't help thinking he'd be so nice to--to our children--take care of them--and I wouldn't have to worry.
AMORY: (In despair) Rosalind! Rosalind! ROSALIND: (With a faint roguishness) Don't look so consciously suffering.
AMORY: What power we have of hurting each other! ROSALIND: (Commencing to sob again) It's been so perfect--you and I.So like a dream that I'd longed for and never thought I'd find.

The first real unselfishness I've ever felt in my life.

And I can't see it fade out in a colorless atmosphere! AMORY: It won't--it won't! ROSALIND: I'd rather keep it as a beautiful memory--tucked away in my heart.
AMORY: Yes, women can do that--but not men.

I'd remember always, not the beauty of it while it lasted, but just the bitterness, the long bitterness.
ROSALIND: Don't! AMORY: All the years never to see you, never to kiss you, just a gate shut and barred--you don't dare be my wife.
ROSALIND: No--no--I'm taking the hardest course, the strongest course.
Marrying you would be a failure and I never fail--if you don't stop walking up and down I'll scream! (Again he sinks despairingly onto the lounge.) AMORY: Come over here and kiss me.
ROSALIND: No.
AMORY: Don't you _want_ to kiss me?
ROSALIND: To-night I want you to love me calmly and coolly.
AMORY: The beginning of the end.
ROSALIND: (With a burst of insight) Amory, you're young.