Queen Christina:
I have been memorizing this room. In the future, in my memory, I shall live a great deal in this room.
Chancellor:
There are rumors that your Majesty is planning a foreign marriage.
Queen Christina:
They are baseless.
Chancellor:
But your Majesty, you cannot die an old maid.
Queen Christina:
I have no intention to, Chancellor. I shall die a bachelor!
Queen Christina:
Must we live for the dead?
Oxenstierna:
For the great dead, yes, Your Majesty.
Magnus:
I am your destiny, Christina.
Queen Christina:
Are you? I long to escape my destiny.
Magnus:
You will long to return to it.
Antonio:
It's all a question of climate. You cannot serenade a woman in a snowstorm. All the graces in the art of love - elaborate approches that will make the game amusing - can only be practiced in those countries that quiver in the heat of the sun.
Queen Christina:
One can feel nostalgia for places one has never seen.
Antonio:
You are very pretty, Elsa. Are you also good?
Elsa:
When I do not like a man, yes.
Queen Christina:
That's a true virtue.
Antonio:
The basis of all morality in a sentence.
Queen Christina:
I have *imagined* happiness. But happiness you *cannot* imagine. Happiness you must feel! Joy, you must feel!
Antonio:
There's a mystery in you.
Queen Christina:
Is there not in every human being?
Queen Christina:
I have quite a collection of royal portraits. My suitors usually come in oil. And I've kept them - because I love a good painting.
Queen Christina:
[
on the street protests about her private life] Evidently my people, who are said to love me, do not wish me to be happy.
Queen Christina:
Snow is like a wide sea. One could go out and be lost in it, and forget the world... and oneself.
Queen Christina:
[
in disguise] I'll tell you the truth. Well, gentlemen, I have the truth as the Queen has had 12 lovers this past year. A proud dozen!
Crowd:
Long live the Queen!
Queen Christina:
Great love...
Antonio:
Don't you believe in it's possibility?
Queen Christina:
In it's possibility - yes. But not in its existence. A great love, perfect love, is an illusion. It is the golden fable of which we all dream. But in ordinary life it doesn't happen. In ordinary life one must be content with less.
Antonio:
Of course. It has to be. I felt it. I felt it! The presence. Oh, life is so gloriously improbable.
Antonio's Companion in Coach:
It is still snowing my lord.
Antonio:
Good!
Queen Christina:
This is how the Lord must have felt when he beheld the finished world with all His creatures breathing... living.
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