Quotes from Cate Blanchett movies and TV shows - page 4 of 5

Sheba Hart: This is going to sound sick, but something in me felt... entitled. You know, I've been good all my adult life. I've been a decent wife, a dutiful mother coping with Ben. This voice inside me kept saying "why shouldn't you be bad, why shouldn't you transgress? I mean, you've earned the right."

Sheba Hart: My father always used to say... you know, on the tube..."Mind the gap."
Barbara Covett: Oh um.
Sheba Hart: I don't know... it's just the distance between life as you... dream it, and... life as it is.
Barbara Covett: I know exactly what you mean.

Sheba Hart: When you started teaching, didn't you want to give them a real education to help overcome... the poverty of their backgrounds?
Barbara Covett: Oh yes, of course. Bu one soon learns that teaching is crowd control. We're a branch of the social services.
Sue Hodge: Console yourself with the gems. That's when it's satisfying. Then you can make a real difference.
Barbara Covett: The rest is just cattle-prod and pray.

Lydia Tár: You want to dance the mask, you must service the composer. You gotta sublimate yourself, your ego, and, yes, your identity. You must, in fact, stand in front of the public and God and obliterate yourself.

Lydia Tár: Don't be so eager to be offended. The narcissism of small differences leads to the most boring kind of conformity.

Whitney Reese: Do you ever find yourself overwhelmed when you're up there on the podium?
Lydia Tár: Yes, it does happen. There's an expectation-reward cycle with some works, and sparks in them that I find so incredible that when I'm conducting... it's not that I'm rushing, exactly, but I just can't wait to get to that spot. And yeah, it does it, it does it every time.

Lydia Tár: We fought, he ran, what's to tell?

Lydia Tár: The problem with enrolling yourself as an ultrasonic epistemic dissident is that if Bach's talent can be reduced to his gender, birth country, religion, sexuality, and so on, then so can yours.

Lydia Tár: She wasn't one of us. We have to forget her.

Lydia Tár: Misogamy! It's the hatred of marriage.

Lydia Tár: For a start, this happened in a no-tech zone.

Lydia Tár: She was fixated on me. She sent me weird gifts, she vandalized my Wikipedia page.

Lydia Tár: Time is the thing.

Lydia Tár: Or like Lucy listening to Schroeder.

Lydia Tár: Unfortunately, the architect of your soul appears to be social media.

Max: You're a fucking bitch.
Lydia Tár: And you are a robot.

Lydia Tár: I'm Petra's father.

Lydia Tár: I will get you.

Lydia Tár: There's no glory for a robot, Eliot. Do your own thing.

SMS 1: Fuck me if she uses allegory.
Lydia Tár: Just like birdsong.