I remember one day sitting at the pool and suddenly the tears were streaming down my cheeks. Why was I so unhappy? I had success. I had security. But it wasn't enough. I was exploding inside.
Ingrid BergmanRead
I won't do this movie because I don't believe the love story," she told Selznick. "The heroine is an intellectual woman, and an intellectual woman simply can't fall in love so deeply.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that intellectual women cannot experience deep romantic love due to their rational nature.
In this quote, Ingrid Bergman expresses skepticism regarding the portrayal of intellectual women in romantic narratives. She believes that the depth of love depicted in the story is incongruent with the nature of a heroine who is depicted as an intellectual, suggesting that such women operate on a different emotional plane and may not engage in love as passionately as the story suggests.
In practice
During a discussion about gender roles in film, this quote can be used to highlight the often unrealistic portrayal of women in romantic stories.
I remember one day sitting at the pool and suddenly the tears were streaming down my cheeks. Why was I so unhappy? I had success. I had security. But it wasn't enough. I was exploding inside.
The best way to keep young is to keep going in whatever it is that keeps you going. With me that's work, and a lot of it. And when a job is finished, relax and have fun.
You must train your intuition - you must trust the small voice inside you which tells you exactly what to say, what to decide.
Be yourself. The world worships the original.
One is never too old for romance.
Until 45 I can play a woman in love. After 55 I can play grandmothers. But between those ten years, it is difficult for an actress.
I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.
There are two kind of men,' said Ka, in a didatic voice. 'The first kind does not fall in love until he's seen how the girls eats a sandwich, how she combs her hair, what sort of nonsense she cares about, why she's angry at her father, and what sort of stories people tell about her. The second type of man -- and I am in this category -- can fall in love with a woman only if he knows next to nothing about her.
If I acknowledge my dependency, I do so because for me it is a means of signifying my demand: in the realm of love, futility is not a "weakness" or an "absurdity": it is a strong sign: the more futile, the more it signifies and the more it asserts itself as strength.)
He died not for men, but for each man. If each man had been the only man made, He would have done no less.
Then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before...and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world.
And when I talk about love, I'm talking about something that's great, though, brother. I'm talking about something that will sustain you.
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