Movie: Anonymous (Anonymous)

If plays are indeed such a sin, I'll have to pray for the salvation of the soul to the last breath.

He for me was the undeniable perfection, Istaravshan my soul. And I was a nobody.

- Do you know, Johnson, that the peerage, the history of my family the most ancient in the Kingdom? We participated in the battles of Crecy, Bosvoorde, Agincourt. Inherited the County, I was most fortunate people ever to breathe the air of England. And the last breath will be emitting the poorest... Never had any influence on the laws and policy of England, raised the sword in any of the great battles. Words... Only words will be my sole legacy. Just you watching my plays knew that they were mine. Listening to the applause, the cheering of the audience, I realized that I was celebrating another man... And in this cacophony of sounds, I caught the claps only two hands... Yours. But never they did not hear. You never told me, never told me what you think about my work.
- I confess that Your word is the most amazing thing that's ever sounded on stage. On any stage. At all times. You are the soul of our age.

Though our story is finished, but the poet is not left, after all, his enduring monument, for it is not made of stone it was, but from his poetry. And he will be remembered as long as words are made of breath and breath of life.

Italian women are so different from the noble English ladies that take what they want, they are honest in their desires...

Why do you continue to write? Why must you continue to humiliate my family?
Is all the voices. Can't stop them, they come to me. When you eat, when you sleep, when you walk down the hall... And sweet dreams young lady, and the irrepressible vanity of the court, the dastardly plans of the killers, pleading their unfortunate victims... Only when I put their voices, their words on parchment, they cast loose, freed, and only then my brain calms down, finding peace. I would go mad if I had not written down these voices.
Is not an obsession is it?
- Maybe you're right.

How could the moon love the one who first saw the sun?

You, Milady, Your family, me, Queen Elizabeth, all of us will remember only that we lived in a time when Your spouse took pen to paper!