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Retrato de uma Jovem em Chamas

Héloïse: In solitude, I felt the liberty you spoke of. But I also felt your absence.

Héloïse: I feel something new.
Marianne: What?
Héloïse: Regret.
Marianne: Don't regret. Remember. I'll remember when you fell asleep in the kitchen.
Héloïse: I'll remember your dark look when I beat you at cards.
Marianne: I'll remember the first time you laughed.
Héloïse: You took your time being funny.
Marianne: That's true. I wasted time.
Héloïse: I wasted time too. I'll remember the first time I wanted to kiss you.
Marianne: When was that?
Héloïse: You didn't notice?
Marianne: At the feast around the bonfire.
Héloïse: I wanted to, yes. But that wasn't the first time.
Marianne: Tell me.
Héloïse: No, you tell me.
Marianne: When you asked if I had known love. I could tell the answer was yes. And that it was now.
Héloïse: I remember.

Marianne: I thought you had been scared off.
Héloïse: You were right. I am scared. Do all lovers feel they're inventing something? I know the gestures. I imagined it all, waiting for you.
Marianne: You dreamt of me?
Héloïse: No. I thought of you.

Héloïse: They were nearing the surface, approaching the threshold, when, fearing losing Eurydice and impatient to see her, her loving spouse turned.
Sophie: No, he can't look at her for fear of losing her. That's no reason. He was told not to do that.
Héloïse: He's madly in love. He can't resist.
Marianne: I think Sophie has a point. He could resist. His reasons aren't serious. Perhaps he makes a choice.
Sophie: What choice?
Marianne: He chooses the memory of her. That's why he turns. He doesn't make the lover's choice, but the poet's.
Héloïse: She spoke a last farewell that scarcely reached his ears and fell back into the abyss. Perhaps she was the one who said, Turn around.

Marianne: You're saying nothing?
Héloïse: Is that me?
Marianne: Yes.
Héloïse: Is that how you see me?
Marianne: It's not only me.
Héloïse: What do you mean, not only you?
Marianne: There are rules, conventions, ideas.
Héloïse: You mean there's no life? No presence?
Marianne: Your presence is made up of fleeting moments that may lack truth.
Héloïse: Not everything is fleeting. Some feelings are deep. The fact it isn't close to me, that I can understand. But I find it sad it isn't close to you.
Marianne: How do you know it isn't close to me? I didn't know you were an art critic.
Héloïse: I didn't know you were a painter.

Héloïse: This time, I like it.
Marianne: Perhaps because I know you better.
Héloïse: Perhaps I've changed.
Marianne: Perhaps.
Héloïse: You didn't destroy the last one for me. You did it for you.
Marianne: I'd like to destroy this one too.
Héloïse: Why?
Marianne: Through it, I give you to another.
Héloïse: It's terrible. Now you possess me a little, you bear me a grudge.
Marianne: I don't.
Héloïse: You do. You know you do. You're not on my side now. You blame me for what comes next. My marriage. You don't support me.
Marianne: You're right.
Héloïse: Go on. Say what burdens your heart. I believed you braver.
Marianne: I believed you braver too.
Héloïse: That's it then. You find me docile. Worse... You imagine I'm collusive. You imagine my pleasure.
Marianne: It's a way of avoiding hope.
Héloïse: Imagine me happy or unhappy if that reassures you. But do not imagine me guilty. You'd prefer me to resist.
Marianne: Yes.
Héloïse: Are you asking me to? Answer me.
Marianne: No.

Marianne: I can't make you smile. I feel I do it and then it vanishes.
Héloïse: Anger always comes to the fore.
Marianne: Definitely with you. I didn't mean to hurt you.
Héloïse: You haven't hurt me.
Marianne: I have, I can tell. When you're moved, you do this with your hand.
Héloïse: Really?
Marianne: Yes. And when you're embarrassed, you bite your lips. And when you're annoyed, you don't blink.
Héloïse: You know it all.
Marianne: Forgive me, I'd hate to be in your place.
Héloïse: We're in the same place. Exactly the same place. Come here. Come. Step closer. Look. If you look at me, who do I look at? When you don't know what to say, you touch your forehead. When you lose control, you raise your eyebrows. And when you're troubled, you breathe through your mouth.

Sophie: We were walking by the cliffs. She was behind me and vanished. I saw her broken body below.
Marianne: Did you see her fall?
Sophie: No. I think she jumped.
Marianne: Why do you think that?
Sophie: She didn't cry out.

Héloïse: What do you tell your models to amuse them?
Marianne: Are you bored?
Héloïse: No. I'm interested in you.
Marianne: Your complexion is remarkable today. You're very elegant. You pose beautifully. You're pretty. That's what I tell them.

Héloïse: It's a life that has advantages. There's a library. You can sing or hear music. And equality is a pleasant feeling.

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