Far from the Madding Crowd Quotes

  • Gabriel Oak: I'm not going to tell stories just to please you. You can be sure of that.

  • William Boldwood: I want... very much to protect you. For the rest of your life.

  • Sergeant Troy: You've never seen *you* through a man's eyes. It's like not being able to think.

  • Bathsheba Everdene: Mr Oak, I don't want a husband. I'd hate to be some man's property. I shouldn't mind being a bride at a wedding if I could be one without getting a husband!

  • Bathsheba Everdene: It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in a language chiefly made by men to express theirs.

  • Gabriel Oak: Leading on a man you do not care for is beneath you

  • Liddy: What a luxury to have a choice. "Kiss my foot, sir, my face is for mouths of consequence."

  • Sergeant Troy: This woman, dead as she is, is more to me than you ever were, or are, or can be. You are nothing to me now. Nothing.

  • [first lines]

    Bathsheba Everdene: [narrating] "Bathsheba Everdene." "Bathsheba." The name has always sounded strange to me. I don't like to hear it said out loud. My parents died when I was very young, so there's no one to ask where it came from. I've grown accustomed to being on my own. Some say even too accustomed. Too independent.

  • Bathsheba Everdene: From now on, you have a mistress, not a master. I don't yet know my talents in farming, but I shall do my best. Don't suppose, because I'm a woman, I don't know the difference between bad goings-on and good. I shall be up before you're awake. I shall be a-field before you are up. It is my intention to astonish you all. Back to work, please.

  • Liddy: [about the rich bachelor] It's said, when he was young, his sweetheart jilted him.

    Bathsheba Everdene: People always say that. Women don't jilt men. Men jilt us.

  • Sergeant Troy: [after announcing their engagement] It will not rain tonight. My wife forbids it.

  • William Boldwood: You must at least admire my persistence.

    Bathsheba Everdene: I do.

    William Boldwood: And like me?

    Bathsheba Everdene: Yes.

    William Boldwood: And respect me?

    Bathsheba Everdene: Yes. Very much.

    William Boldwood: Which is it? Like or respect?

  • [last lines]

    Bathsheba Everdene: Wasn't I your first sweetheart? Weren't you mine? And now I'd have to go on without you.

    Gabriel Oak: If I knew... If I knew that you would let me love you and marry you...

    Bathsheba Everdene: But you will never know.

    Gabriel Oak: Why not?

    Bathsheba Everdene: Because you never ask!

    Gabriel Oak: Would you say no again?

    Bathsheba Everdene: I don't know. Probably. So why don't you? Ask me. Ask me. Ask me, Gabriel.

    Gabriel Oak: [lunges and kisses her]