Character: Thomas Sharp

I can't get you off. Moreover, miss Cushing, I think of you constantly. These thoughts haunt me. I feel like there's invisible connection between your heart and mine. And if you try to break it the distance or the crafty time, my heart will stop beating and I will die and you'll forget about me.
Never. I will never forget you.

- Suffering, which you describe with such seriousness: pain, loss... You did not experienced, you know only what others describe.
- Rather, sir!
- So confidently describe the pangs of love, when they themselves know nothing about it... I'm not finished!.. What you dream? About the good husband? Of salvation, o pure soul, on the cure of wounded birds? Perfection! Perfection has no place in love, Edith. I suggest you return to the ghosts and fantasies, and soon. You know nothing about the human heart, about love or about pain that comes with it! You're just a spoiled brat!