Gerald Crich: By God, l'd just concluded that nothing mattered in the world... except somebody to take the edge off one's being alone.

Gerald Crich: Do you know what it is to suffer when you're with a woman? lt tears you like a silk. And each bit and stroke burns hot. Of course, l wouldn't not have had it. lt was a complete experience. She's a wonderful woman, but l hate her somewhere. lt's curious.
Rupert Birkin: You've had your experience now. Why work on an old wound?
Gerald Crich: Because there's nothing else.
Rupert Birkin: l've loved you, as well as Gudrun. Don't forget.
Gerald Crich: Have you? Or do you think you have?

Gerald Crich: It's something you don't reckon with until it's there. And then you realise it was there all the time. It was always there. The possibility of this... incurable illness... this creeping death. There's nothing left. Do you understand what l mean? You seem to be reaching at the void, then you realise that you're a void yourself.

Gerald Crich: Rupert, what is it you really want?
Rupert Birkin: I want to sit with my beloved in a field, with daisies growing all around us.

Gerald Crich: There's one thing about our family, you know. Once anything goes wrong, it can never be put right. Not with us.

Gerald Crich: You know, I always believe in love, in true love. But where do you find it nowadays?
Rupert Birkin: I don't know. Life has all kinds of things. There isn't only one road.
Gerald Crich: I don't care how it is with me... as long as I feel... that I've lived. I don't care how it is, as long as I feel that.

Ursula Brangwen: And all men are either lovers or husbands. Why not both?
Rupert Birkin: No. One excludes the other.

Ursula Brangwen: Say you love me. Say "My love" to me.
Rupert Birkin: I love you right enough. I just want it to be something else.
Ursula Brangwen: Why? Why isn't it enough?
Rupert Birkin: Because we can go one better.
Ursula Brangwen: We can't. We can only say we love each other. Say "my love" to me. Say it.
Rupert Birkin: Yes, my love. Let love be enough, then. I love you, then. I'm bored by the rest.

Hermione Roddice: Dreadful. All this strife and dissension. If we could only realise that... in the spirit, we are all one, all equal in the spirit. All brothers there. The rest wouldn't matter. There'd be no more of this carping, envy... all this struggle for power, which destroys... only destroys.
Rupert Birkin: It's just the opposite, Hermione, just the contrary. The minute you begin to compare, one man becomes far better than another. All the inequality in the world that you can imagine is there by nature. I want every man to have his fair share of the world's goods... so I can be rid of his importunity, so that I can say to him: 'Now you've got what you want, your fair share of the world's gear. Now, you mind yourself, and don't obstruct me.'

Hermione Roddice: Perhaps it's better to die than to live mechanically... a life that's repetition of repetition.