You'd hate me in a narrow atmosphere.

I'd make you hate me.
(Again she is blinded by sudden uncontrolled tears.) AMORY: Rosalind-- ROSALIND: Oh, darling, go--Don't make it harder! I can't stand it-- AMORY: (His face drawn, his voice strained) Do you know what you're saying?
Do you mean forever?
(There is a difference somehow in the quality of their suffering.) ROSALIND: Can't you see-- AMORY: I'm afraid I can't if you love me.

You're afraid of taking two years' knocks with me.
ROSALIND: I wouldn't be the Rosalind you love.
AMORY: (A little hysterically) I can't give you up! I can't, that's all! I've got to have you! ROSALIND: (A hard note in her voice) You're being a baby now.
AMORY: (Wildly) I don't care! You're spoiling our lives! ROSALIND: I'm doing the wise thing, the only thing.
AMORY: Are you going to marry Dawson Ryder?
ROSALIND: Oh, don't ask me.

You know I'm old in some ways--in others--well, I'm just a little girl.

I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness--and I dread responsibility.