Quotes

Tristan: [to Isolde] I live in torture thinking of these moments. Every look he gives you I get sicker and sicker. There's a burning in me, I feel on fire and a guilt I can't comidify. Does it make you happy to know that?

Melot: [lying in the tunnel] A dozen Irish have blazed your way.

Tristan: Melot, I swear I did not lead them here.

Melot: No, I did.

Tristan: Why?

Melot: I thought someone believed in me.

Tristan: It will be undone.

Melot: I am for the worms, Tristan. Swear to me that you are true.

Tristan: As we were brothers.

Isolde: You risked your life to give me to another man.

Tristan: You said your name was Bragnae. Why did you do that?

Isolde: Oh, what have I done? Stop this, please, Tristan, say something.

Tristan: I can't. I won you in my King's name.

Isolde: But I'm your's. You touched me and I you.

Tristan: It doesn't matter.

Isolde: It's the only thing that matters, Tristan. Leave with me, I'll go anywhere!

[last lines]

Isolde: [reading] My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally; If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.

Isolde: What do you think became of them?

Tristan: They were lives... just lived.

Tristan: [fleeing Ireland] Come with me.

Isolde: I can't.

Tristan: Why not?

Isolde: We both know this cannot be, Tristan. We knew it from the start. That doesn't mean it wasn't true, it is.

Lord Marke: [on the affair] How long?

Isolde: Since you thought he was dead. I found him wounded on a beach in Ireland. And I told him my name was Bragnae. So when he came to the tournament at Dunluce to win Doncadh's daughter he didnt realize it was me. All this time, my heart has been his. And I'm sorry. He tried, harder than you can possible imagine because he loves you.

Tristan: What's your name?

Isolde: Oh, I think it's better if we don't bother with names.

Tristan: How can I thank you if I don't have your name?

Isolde: You just did. If you insist, my name is Bragnae. I'm a lady in waiting at the court. My parents are dead. My mother is the source of the kindness you find so puzzling. My father would've left you where you fell.

Tristan: Tristan of Aragon.

Isolde: Well Tristan of Aragon, I'd guess about you too, but I think I've already seen everything.

Isolde: Yesterday at the market, I saw a couple holding hands... and I realized we'll never do that. Never anything like it. No picnics or unguarded smiles. No rings. Just... stolen moments that leave too quickly.

Isolde: Tristan, if we do this...

Tristan: For all time they will say it was our love, brought down a kingdom. Remember us.

[pushes the boat away]

Isolde: [reading] My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally; If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.

Lord Marke: I came to apologize. I've been selfish, arrogantly thinking that perhaps I'd given enough in these past nine years to merit if not your love, then at least your respect. A home, a kingdom, your very life. Why was it not enough? Tell me. TELL ME! Do you not know what you have done? Everything is destroyed! Everything! All because you did not have enough! 'She is loyal to you, I am sure of it.' You bloodsucker. What I could have been had I not stretched out this hand to save your wretched life, how I curse that day. How I curse it. Well, insult me with your defense.

[from trailer]

Isolde: I want to know that there's more to this life, and I can't know that if they kill you.

[she Kisses Tristan]

Lord Marke: Do you know what you have done?

Melot: Build my boat.

Bragnae: I've not been naked with a man for 15 years.

Tristan: I am delivered.

Isolde: I'm yours!

King Donnchadh: No, Tristan has won you on behalf of Lorde Marke.

[Tristan looks up at Isolde surprised]

Tristan: What's this about a tournament?

Lord Marke: The king has offered his daughter to whichever man wins.

Tristan: Let me go and win you a wife.

Isolde: How many have you loved before me?

Tristan: None.

Isolde: And after me?

Tristan: None.

Melot: You have one more fight, Tristan. Take deep breaths.

Tristan: I make it my habit to follow no one.

Wictred: Except Marke.

Tristan: Marke delivered me from that palace when I was a boy. You ran. So you can understand, when I think of kings, I think of him. And when I think of cowards...

[is cut off by Marke]

[first lines]

Aragon: A year younger than I was for my first.

Young Tristan: When can I have a stag?

Aragon: A stag?

Young Tristan: Come on!

Aragon: Tell me again what you said last week...