Fanny Price Quotes in Mansfield Park (1999)

Fanny Price: Run mad as often as you choose but do not faint.

Fanny Price: Life seems nothing more than a quick succession of busy nothings.

Edmund Bertram: Fanny, I've loved you my whole life.

Fanny Price: I know, Edmund.

Edmund Bertram: No... I've loved you as a man loves a woman. As a hero loves a heroine. As I have never loved anyone.

Fanny Price: [referring to Henry Crawford] I do not trust him, sir.

Sir Thomas Bertram: What do you distrust?

Fanny Price: His nature, sir. Like many charming people, he conceals an almost absolute dependence on the appreciation of others.

Sir Thomas Bertram: And what is the terrible ill in that?

Fanny Price: His sole interest is in being loved, sir, not in loving.

Fanny Price: I have no talent for certainty.

Henry Crawford: What? A compliment? Heavens rejoice, she complimented me!

Fanny Price: I complimented your dancing, Mr. Crawford, keep your wig on.

Henry Crawford: And what is your opinion, Miss Price?

Fanny Price: I am sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Crawford, but I'm afraid I do not have a ready opinion.

Henry Crawford: I suspect you are almost entirely composed of ready opinions not yet shared.

Henry Crawford: Fanny, you have created sensations which my heart has never known before.

Fanny Price: Please.

Henry Crawford: There is only one happiness in life: to love and be loved.

Fanny Price: Mr. Crawford, do not speak nonsense.

Henry Crawford: Nonsense?

Fanny Price: You are such a fine speaker that I'm afraid you may actually end in convincing yourself.

Henry Crawford: Fanny. You are killing me.

Fanny Price: No man dies of love but on the stage.

Fanny Price: Well, Lady Bertram is always suffering near-fatal fatigue.

Susan Price: From what?

Fanny Price: Usually from embroidering something of little use and no beauty... not to mention a healthy dose of opium every day.

Susan Price: Your tongue is sharper than a guillotine, Fanny.

Fanny Price: The effect of education, I suppose.

Susan Price: So, this Henry Crawford, what's he like?

Fanny Price: A rake. I think.

Susan Price: Oh, yes, please.

Fanny Price: They amuse more in literature than they do in life.

Susan Price: Yes, but they amuse.

[to Edmund Bertram as she is leaving to return home]

Fanny Price: I hope... I hope you know how much... how much I shall... write to you...

Fanny Price: And a woman's poverty is a slavery even more harsh than a man's.

Henry Crawford: Mm, arguable. But it need not be your lot. You can live out your days in comfort... with me.

Fanny Price: I know.

Henry Crawford: You do?

Fanny Price: Yes.

Henry Crawford: Is that a yes?

Fanny Price: Yes.

Henry Crawford: Is that the yes I have heard a hundred times in my heart but never from you? Oh, Fanny Price... You will learn to love me. Say it again.

Fanny Price: Yes.

Fanny Price: It could have turned out differently, I suppose.

[All the characters pause and look thoughtful]

Fanny Price: But it didn't.

Henry Crawford: You dance like an angel, Miss Price.

Fanny Price: One does not dance like an angel alone, Mr. Crawford.

Edmund Bertram: Your entire person is entirely agreeable.

Fanny Price: Yes, well, tonight I agree with everyone.

Fanny Price: Beware of fainting fits. Beware of swoons.

Edmund Bertram: She does not think evil, but she speaks it. It grieves me to the soul.

Fanny Price: The effect of education, perhaps.

Edmund Bertram: [scoffs] Perhaps I can uneducate her.

Fanny Price: I often wonder that history should be so dull, for a great deal of it must be invention.

Edmund Bertram: Oh, don't be an imbecile.

Fanny Price: Oh, but imbecility in women is a great enhancement to their personal charms.

Edmund Bertram: Fanny, you're being irrational.

Fanny Price: Yet another adornment. I must be ravishing.

Fanny Price: Maria was married on Saturday. In all important preparations of mind she was complete, being prepared for matrimony by a hatred of home, by the misery of disappointed affection, and contempt of the man she was to marry. The bride was elegantly dressed and the two bridesmaids were duly inferior. Her mother stood with salts, expecting to be agitated, and her aunt tried to cry. Marriage is indeed a maneuvering business.

Mary Crawford: We all need an audience, wouldn't you say, Fanny?

Fanny Price: To be truthful, I live in dread of audiences.

Edmund Bertram: And has your heart changed towards him?

Fanny Price: Yes. Many times.

Fanny Price: To be at home again, to be loved by my family, to feel affection without fear or restraint and to feel myself the equal of those that surround me.