Hedda Gabler Quotes in Hedda Gabler
Berte: I’m really so scared I’ll never give satisfaction to the young mistress.
Miss Tesman: Oh, Heavens…just to begin with of course there might be this and that…
Berte: Because she’s ever so particular.
Tesman: What are you looking at, Hedda?
Hedda: I’m just looking at the leaves on the trees. They’re so yellowed. And so withered.
Hedda: Frightened? Of me?
Mrs. Elvsted: Oh, dreadfully frightened. When we met on the steps you used to pull my hair.
Hedda: No, did I really?
Mrs. Elvsted: Yes, and once you said you were going to burn it off.
Hedda: Oh, well…I’ve got one thing at least that I can pass the time with.
Tesman: Oh, thank the good Lord for that! And what might that be, Hedda? Eh?
Hedda: My pistols… Jörgen.
Hedda: Hullo again, Mr. Brack!
Brack: Good afternoon to you, Mrs. Tesman!
Hedda: I’m going to shoot you sir!
Brack: But my dearest lady, how could you do such a thing! To that harmless old soul!
Hedda: Oh, you know how it is…these things just suddenly come over me. And then I can’t resist them. Oh, I don’t know myself how to explain it.
Hedda: I’ve often thought there’s only one thing in the world I’m any good at.
Brack: And what might that be, may I venture to ask?
Hedda: Boring myself to death.
When I think back to that time, wasn’t there something beautiful, something attractive…something courageous too, it seems to me…about this…this secret intimacy, this companionship that no one even dreamed of.
For once in my life I want to feel that I control a human destiny.
I don’t want to look at sickness and death. I must be free of everything that’s ugly.
Hedda: You’re quite a formidable person…when it comes to the point.
Brack: You think so?
Hedda: Yes, I’m beginning to think so, now. And I’m content…so long as you don’t have any sort of hold over me.
Hedda: And what are you going to do, then?
Lövborg: Nothing. Just put an end to it all. The sooner the better.
Hedda: Ejlert Lövborg…listen to me…. Couldn’t you let it happen… beautifully?
Now I’m burning your child, Thea! With your curly hair! Your child and Ejlert Lövborg’s. I’m burning…burning your child.
Hedda: Oh, it’ll kill me…it’ll kill me, all this!
Tesman: All what, Hedda? Eh?
Hedda: All this…this farce…Jörgen.
Hedda: He was shot in the breast?
Brack: Yes…as I said.
Hedda: Not in the temple?
Brack: In the breast, Mrs. Tesman.
Hedda: Well…the breast is good, too.
It’s a liberation to know that an act of spontaneous courage is yet possible in this world. An act that has something of unconditional beauty.
Everything I touch seems destined to turn into something mean and farcical.
Hedda: And so I am in your power, Mr. Brack. From now on I am at your mercy.
Brack: Dearest Hedda…believe me…I shall not abuse the position.
Hedda: In your power, all the same. Subject to your will and your demands. No longer free! No! That’s a thought that I’ll never endure! Never.