Sir Malcolm: Miss Ives was the last link to who I was. I must find out who I am yet going to be. Oh, I will miss her to my bones. Will you stay, Ethan?
Ethan: You're my family.

Vanessa: Let it end. With a kiss.
Ethan: With a kiss. With love.
Vanessa: With love.

I have stood at the very edge. I have looked into the abyss. If I'd have taken one more step, I would have fallen. But no matter how far I ran away from God, he was still waiting ahead.

Ethan

It hurts me more than I thought it would, seeing you.

Vanessa [to Ethan]

I'm a New Yorker, Sir Malcolm. We know our way around random gunplay.

Seward

Flint is the heart of the world.

John Clare

Do you not yet comprehend the wicked secret of the immortal? All age and die, save you. All rot and fall to dust, save you. Any child you bear becomes a crone and perishes before your eyes. Any lover withers and shrinks into incontinence and bent, toothless senility. While you, only you, never age. Never tire. Never fade. Alone. But after a time, you'll lose the desire for passion entirely, for connection with anyone. Like a muscle that atrophies from lack of use. And one day you'll realize you've become like them. Beautiful and dead. You have become a perfect, unchanging portrait of yourself.

Dorian

Dorian: Be kind to yourself, Lily. Passion will undo the best of us and lead only to tragedy. It's ever thus for those who care so deeply.
Lily: Better not to care at all, Dorian?
Dorian: In my experience.

She'll never be happy sitting by the fire in your loveless mansion. Let her be. And let this wretched world end and let another begin. The world of the night. The world of the bat and the owl and the spider. The blessed dark.

Renfield

Their blood is on my soul! You have poisoned my heart.

Ethan

Fear not old prophecies. We defy them. We make our own heaven and our own hell.

Vanessa

Renfield: Don't I scare you?
Catriona: I whistle away haunts like you before breakfast, love.

Penny Dreadful Quotes

I already know what's wrong with you. You're unhappy. You're isolated. You think you're the cause of this unhappiness and are unworthy of affection so you've few friends. Recently you lost something you think very important. Your lover, your faith, your family, or all three. You blame yourself for this, so it makes you neurotic, and you don't sleep and don't eat, anything healthy anyway. You used to take care of your appearance, but you've lost interest in that, so you avoid mirrors. Sunlight bothers you, so you avoid that too, about which you're guilty because you think it's unhealthy and even immoral not to like the sun. You're not a woman of convention or you wouldn't be here, but you like to pretend you are so people don't notice you. But you sometimes like that as well and can dress to draw the eye. But then you think the men who look at you are fools, or worse, to be taken in by such an obvious outward show. So instead, you're drawn to dark, complicated, impossible men, assuring your own unhappiness and isolation because, after all, you're happiest alone. But not even then, because you can't stop thinking about what you've lost, again for which you blame yourself. So the cycle goes on, the snake eating its own tail. Or you can just have your teeth fixed.

Dr. Seward

Caliban: Is it not this, Ms. Ives? The glory of life surmounts the fear of death. Good Christian's fear Hellfire, so to avoid it they are kind to their fellow man. Good pagans do not have this fear, so they can be who they are. Good or ill, as their nature dictates. We have no fear of God, so we are accountable to no one but each other.
Vanessa: That's a profound responsibility.