Dark. Tall. Nearly twice your size. An absolute gentleman.

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

Isolde: The Roman Bridge, I can get to it without being seen, and I'd go there any time to be with you.

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

Tristan: 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.

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.

Tristan:I don't know if life is greater than death, but love was greater than either.

Isolde: How many have you loved before me?
Tristan: None.
Isolde: And after me?
Tristan: None