Manon des Sources (1986)

Partager la citation sur facebook Aren't you Manon, the daughter of Monsieur Jean? I see you don't remember me. That's because I've changed a lot. I'm Ugolin — your poor father's friend. You've changed too. You're a real young lady. I hardly recognize you.

Partager la citation sur facebook I love you, Manon. I love you with all my heart! Manon!
I want to marry you!
I'm all alone! I've got no-one! My grandparents are dead. My father hanged himself when I was little. My mother died of the flu. There's only Uncle Papet! He's rich, he's old. He's going to die. He's going to leave me all his money. It'll be yours, because I love you.
I love you! I am sick for the love of you. It's suffocating me! I saw you bathing in the rainwater. I watched for hours. You were so lovely. I was tempted to commit a crime!

Partager la citation sur facebook What a terrible mixture between my remorse and the happiness I'd like to bring you. Don't you know how I'll slave for you, my love?

Partager la citation sur facebook Papet,
I'm leaving because I can't go on.
It's not the carnations. It's because of my love.
I realize she'll never want me. I suspected it because her ribbon burned my flesh. And when I told her in public I wanted to marry her she spat at me in a fury.
What's more, she fled towards the teacher. When he talks to her, she lowers her eyes. When he stops, she lingers until he continues. And he takes her love for granted. He's unaware of his happiness, but I know my misery. I can't stand it. I'd like to kill him. But it would hurt her, and I'd never hurt her.
I leave her my farm and all that's hidden — you know where — to the left of the fireplace. Don't make any trouble. It's not her fault or yours. It's fate. Arrange a Mass for me, because up there, I'll have to explain about the spring.
Adieu, my Papet. I'm sorry to leave you, but I can't stay.

Partager la citation sur facebook Ugolin: [to Manon] I love you unbearably. Listen... please listen, Manon. Ever since I saw you, ever since I spoke to you, food has been turning to sawdust in my mouth, sleep has been a torment. If you reject me, I will die or go mad.
Cesar: Shut up, you fool. Shut up. Let's go.

Partager la citation sur facebook Cesar: I swear on that cross that I received no letter except from my father and Anglade.
Delphine: In that case, it's a tragedy.
Cesar: Why?
Delphine: Swear again that you're not lying to me.
Cesar: I swear it. Who wrote to me?
Delphine: Florette.
Cesar: Florette Camoins?
Delphine: There was no other Florette.
Cesar: Are you sure?
Delphine: I, myself, gave the letter to the mailman.
Cesar: I'd never have forgotten a letter from her. I still have two faded notes she wrote to me, and a black comb from her hair.
It's true.
When I came back, she had left the village. She was married to the blacksmith in Crespin and she already had a child.
Delphine: How could that letter have gotten lost?
Cesar: Over there, we moved from place to place. Sometimes our food and even our ammunition didn't reach us. Some letters may have been lost too. But if I had received that letter, I would still know it by heart.
Delphine: If that's true, it's dreadful.
Cesar: You think she loved me?
Delphine: Imbecile.
Cesar: She never told me so not even after what happened between us one night in Anglade's barn.
Delphine: That's how she was. In her letter she told you that she was pregnant.
Cesar: What?
Delphine: Yes.
Cesar: You had left three weeks before. She told you if you wrote to her father promising to marry her she would wait for you. She could have shown her letter to the whole village and nobody would have dreamed of making fun of her.
Cesar: Are you sure?
Delphine: The poor girl couldn't sleep. She tried to lose the baby with devilish potions. She jumped from high rocks in the hills — but nothing worked. Then she started hating you. She went to the dance at Aubagne where she found the blacksmith from Crespin. So she left the village and no one ever knew when the child was born.
Cesar: Was it born alive?
Delphine: Alive, yes — but it was a hunchback.

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