20 Best Nymphomaniac: Vol. I Quotes

[repeated line]
Young: Mea Vulva, Mea Maxima Vulva!

Joe: It's actually the souls of the trees we're seeing in the winter. In summer everything is green and idyllic but in the winter, the branches and the trunks all stand out. Just look at how crooked they all are. The branches have to carry all the leaves to the sunlight. That's one long struggle for survival.

Jerôme: Good job, Liz!

Mrs. H: [to her sons] Boys, now is the time to be alert and ask all the questions your hears desire. Because I hope that you shall never have to encounter such people or be in such a situation ever again.
[boys remain silent]
Mrs. H: Well? Hm? You don't have any questions? No? Well I'll start, shall I?
[referring to Joe]
Mrs. H: Approximately how many lives do you think she has time to destroy in one day? Five? Fifty? Or several hundreds? I admit the latter sounds improbable but where there's a will, there's a way!

Young: I understand now.
Married: What is it you understand?
Young: Why you didn't have sex with us.
Married: It wasn't because I didn't want to.
Young: [Joe smiles and grabs his dick] Wow. It's so big, isn't it.
Married: I'm begging you. Don't. Please don't.
Young: You've been as horny as hell. But you wouldn't give up your load.
Married: [Joe starts to give the man a blowjob] Ah, fuck! Oh, you're very good at this! Take it to your throat.
Married: [the other passengers look the man in a huge shock] Um, Joe? Stop, they're looking at us.
Young: I don't care. I want you to cum at my face.
Married: I'm gonna cum at your face! Oh god!
Young: [He cums at Joe's face] Yes! You're amazing!
Conductor: You! Stop right there!
Married: You better run.
Young: Well, I could offer him a blowjob too.

Joe: They said that love was the secret ingredient in sex, but, to me, love was just lust, with jealousy added.

Joe: Basically, we're all waiting for permission to die.

B: The secret ingredient to sex is love.

Conductor: Two first class tickets for two first class ladies.

Joe: It's my own fault. I'm just a bad human being.
Seligman: I've never met a "bad human being."
Joe: Well, you have now.

Joe: Perhaps the only difference between me and other people was that I've always demanded more from the sunset; more spectacular colors when the sun hit the horizon. That's perhaps my only sin.

Seligman: Love is blind.
Joe: No, no, no. It's worse. Love distort things. Or even worse, love is something you never asked for. The erotic was something that I ask for or even demanded of men. But this idiotic love... I felt humiliated by it. And all the dishonesty that follows.
Joe: The erotic is about saying yes. Love appeals to lowest instincts, wrapped up in lies. How do you say yes when you mean no? And vice-versa. I'm ashamed of what I became. But it was beyond my control.

Mrs. H: Well, if three is a crowd, then seven must be a bit of a challenge for the pretty miss. I must say I have a hard time picturing her enjoying loneliness.

Young: If I asked you to take my virginity, would that be a problem?
Jerôme: No, I don't see a problem.

Seligman: I'm Seligman.
Joe: What a fucking ridiculous name.

Mrs. H: Whatever? It must be hard, when you've got everything, to know what to say!

[Last Lines]
Young: [to Jerôme] Fill all my holes.
Jerôme: What's wrong?
Young: I can't feel anything.
Jerôme: What?
Young: I can't feel anything. I can't feel anything. I can't feel anything!

Mrs. H: [to her children, referring to Joe's bedroom] Let's go see daddy's favorite place!

Joe: For me, love was just lust with jealousy added; everything else was total nonsense. For every hundred crimes committed in the name of love, only one is committed in the name of sex.

Seligman: [narrating] During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.