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Cold Mountain

Cold Mountain quotes

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Ada Monroe
Ruby Thewes

Ada: Did you get my letters?
Inman: I got three letters. Carried them in the book you gave me, the Bartram.
Ada: I probably sent 103. Did you write to me?
Inman: Whenever I could. If you never got them I can summarize.
Ada: No, it's --
Inman: I pray you're well. I pray I'm in your thoughts. You are all that keeps me from sliding into some dark place.
Ada: But how did I keep you? We barely knew each other. A few moments --
Inman: A thousand moments! They're like a bag of tiny diamonds glittering in a black heart. Don't matter if they're real or things I made up. The shape of your neck. The way you felt under my hands when I pulled you to me.

All this while I've been packing ice around my heart. How will I make it melt?

Every piece of this is man's bullshit. They call this war a cloud over the land, but they made the weather and then they stand in the rain and say, "Shit! Its rainin'!"

I despise a flogging rooster.

I'm reachin' Cold Mountain before you.

If I cried one tear for my daddy I stoled it off a crocodile!

If you are fighting, stop fighting. If you are marching, stop marching. Come back to me. Come back to me is my request.

Maybe you can't see my face, but if you could see my inside, my whatever you want to call it, my spirit, that's the fear I have deeper than any gash on my neck. I think I'm ruined. They kept trying to put me in the ground, but I wasn't ready. But if I had goodness, I lost it. If I had anything tender in me I shot it dead.

Old Lady Swanger says you need help. Here I am!

She gave me a book. Ada Monroe. Man by the name of Bartram. Wrote about his travels. Sometimes just reading the name of a place near home - Sorell Cove, Fire Scale Ridge - enough to break your heart. Thing is, I've been thinking - those places belonged to people before us, to the Indian - What did he call Cold Mountain? How can a name, not even the real name, break your heart? It's her...She's the place I'm heading. And I hardly know her. I hardly know her!

This war won't stand long. God won't let it stand this way long.

To have traveled so far... From east to west, a thousand terrible miles; my feet treading all God's surface - his Ocean, his swamps, his slopes and ridges - to find myself at last a mark in the aching snow from whence I beheld through a blue haze a world of mountains piled upon mountains.

[reading from Wuthering Heights: My love for Linton is like the foliage in the wood. Time will change it I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath, a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nellie, I AM Heathcliff! He's always, always on my mind. Not as a pleasure any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as part of my own being.