Breakfast At Tiffanys Quotes

Of course, personally, I think it'd be tacky to wear diamonds before I'm forty.

I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together.

No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

No... the blues are because you're getting fat or because it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

I’ve got to do something about the way I look. I mean a girl just can’t go to Sing Sing with a green face.

You know those days when you get the mean reds?

There are certain shades of limelight that can wreck a girl's complexion.

It’s better to look at the sky than live there

You know the days when you get the mean reds? Paul Varjak: The mean reds. You mean like the blues? Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you’re getting fat, and maybe it’s been raining too long. You’re just sad, that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid, and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

And I always heard people in New York never get to know their neighbors.

If we're going to be friends let's get one thing straight right now. I hate snoops.

Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's.  Calms me down right away.

I'll never get used to anything. Anybody that does they might as well be dead.

You mustn’t give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get, until they’re strong enough to run into the woods or fly into a tree. And then to a higher tree and then to the sky.

You mustnt give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get.

Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.

I don't think I've ever drunk champagne before breakfast before. With breakfast on several occasions, but never before before.

Maybe the older you grow and the less easy it is to put thought into action, maybe that’s why it gets all locked up in your head and becomes a burden.

I'm very scared, Buster. Yes, at last. Because it could go on forever. Not knowing what's yours until you've thrown it away.

Of course people couldn't help but think I must be a bit of a dyke myself. And of course I am. Everyone is: a bit. So what? That never discouraged a man yet, in fact it seems to goad them on.

we don't belong to each other: he's an independent, and so am I.

I do not accept drinks from disapproving gentlemen.

The mean reds are horrible. You're afraid and you sweat like hell, but you don't know what you're afraid of. Except something bad is going to happen, only you don't know what it is.

Certain shades of limelight wreck a girl's complexion.

You can always tell what kind of a person a man really thinks you are by the earrings he gives you.

Never love a wild thing...If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.

No matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself

I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I'm not sure where that is but I know what it is like. It's like Tiffany's.

Promise me one thing: don't take me home until I'm drunk - very drunk indeed.

I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany´s.

Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot". ~Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany's, 1958, spoken by the character Holly Golightly

You can’t give your heart to a wild thing.

Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,’ Holly advised him. ‘That was Doc’s mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing; the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.

Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc - it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.

I don't mean I'd mind being rich and famous. That's very much on my schedule, and someday I'll try to get around to it; but if it happens, I'd like to have my ego tagging along. I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany's.

I don't mean I'd mind being rich and famous. That's very much on my schedule and someday I'll try to get around to it.

I knew damn well I would never be a movie star. It's too hard; and if you are intelligent, it's too embarrassing. My complexes aren't inferior enough: being a movie star and having a big fat ego are supposed to go hand-in-hand; actually, it's essential not to have any ego at all. I don't mean I'd mind being rich and famous. That's very much on my schedule, and someday I'll try and get around to it; but if it happens, I'd like to have my ego, tagging along. I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany's.

Leave it to me: I'm always top banana in the shock department.

You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

What I found does the most good is just to get into a taxi and go to Tiffany's. It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it;nothing very bad could happen to you there.

If I could find a real life place to make me feel like Tiffany's, then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name.

Personal identity seems like it's just such an American archetype, from Holly Golightly re-inventing herself in 'Breakfast At Tiffany's' to Jay Gatsby in 'The Great Gatsby.' It seems like the sort of archetypal American issue. If you're given the freedom to be anything, or be anyone, what do you do with it?

I believe in manicures. I believe in overdressing. I believe in primping at leisure and wearing lipsitck.

Happy girls are the prettiest girls.

Laughing is the best calorie burner.

I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.

I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong

I’ve tried that. I’ve tried aspirin, too. Rusty thinks I should smoke marijuana, and I did for a while, but it only makes me giggle. What I’ve found does the most good is just to get into a taxi and go to Tiffany’s. It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there, not with those kind men in their nice suits, and that lovely smell of silver and alligator wallets. If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany’s, then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name.

A disquieting loneliness came into my life, but it induced no hunger for friends of longer acquaintance: they seemed now like a salt-free, sugarless diet.