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- Countess: Love is stronger than death. Your scriptures say so.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: We did not invent love. It has its order, its law.
- Countess: God is its master.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: He is not the master of love. He is love itself. If you would love, don't place yourself beyond love's reach.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: I said to her, "Peace be with you," and she'd received that peace on her knees. What wonder, that one can give what one doesn't possess! Oh, miracle of our empty hands!
- Curé de Torcy: Make order. Make order all day long. Make order while thinking that disorder will take over the following day, because it is precisely within order, unfortunately, that the night will blow away yesterday's work.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: [voiceover] Behind me, there was no longer familiar daily life from which one escapes with a single bound. Behind me there was nothing. And in front of me, a wall. A black wall.
- Chantal: I want everything. I'll try everything. I may be young, but I know lots of people die before succeeding. Even if life disappoints me, too bad. I will sin for sin's sake.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: That's when you will find God.
- Curé de Torcy: You young priests - what do you have in your veins nowadays? In my time, we trained churchmen, heads of the parish, real masters. Now the seminaries send us choirboys, ragamuffins who think they work hardest because they accomplish nothing. At the slightest effort, they whine that priesthood isn't what they expected and give up.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: [voiceover] What wouldn't I have given this morning for a word of compassion or kindness.
- Curé de Torcy: Along with destroying the Devil, your other pet obsession is to be loved for yourselves. A true priest is never loved! The Church doesn't give a fig if you're loved. Be respected, obeyed.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: What madness.
- Countess: Forgive me.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: God is no torturer. He wants us to be merciful with ourselves.
- Countess: What's done is done. I can't help it now.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: Peace be with you.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: Where have I gone wrong?
- Curé de Torcy: You fidget about too much. You look like a hornet in a bottle.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: [voiceover] Suddenly, God granted me the revelation through the old mentor's lips, that nothing could tear me from the place eternally chosen for me, that I was a prisoner of His Agony.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: [voiceover] Dawn's deliverance is always sweet. Blessed are the mornings. I pray better.
- Chantal: Do you have some secret?
- Curé d'Ambricourt: A lost secret. You'll find it, and lose it again. Others will pass it on after you.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: In your shoes, if I'd broken my ordination vows, I'd rather it had been for a woman's love, than what you call your intellectual evolution.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: [voiceover] Awful night. No sooner had I shut my eyes than sadness overwhelmed me.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: [voiceover] I wanted to say something about his cabaret. He holds a dance every Sunday. He calls it the Family Ball. It attracts even the young girls whom the boys enjoy getting drunk.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: Are you eager to take Communion?
- Séraphita Dumontel: No.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: Why not?
- Séraphita Dumontel: It will come when it will.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: But you understand. You listen so carefully.
- Séraphita Dumontel: It's because you have lovely eyes.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: [voiceover] I reproach myself for praying so little or so poorly. But have I the time to pray?
- Curé d'Ambricourt: [voiceover] Oh, wonder - to be able to give what we ourselves do not possess. Oh miracle of our empty hands.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: You don't bargain with God. You yield to Him unconditionally. But I assure you, there aren't separate realms for the living and the dead, just the Kingdom of God and we are in it.
- Curé de Torcy: Avoid the daughter. She's a fiend.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: I won't shut my door to her. Or anyone else, as long as I'm the priest of this parish.
- Curé de Torcy: Work. Do small things, day by day, in the meantime. Small things seem like nothing. But they bring peace. And try to pray. Try hard.
- Curé de Torcy: Pray to the Holy Virgin. She is our mother, of course, the mother of mankind, but also its daughter. The ancient world, the world before grace, had long cradled her. For centuries on end, its old hands had protected the marvelous little girl whose name it didn't even know. A little girl, that queen of angels, which she still remains. Never forget that.
- Curé de Torcy: You're pickled in it, you poor fellow. You weren't even aware, probably. But you slowly drifted into asking wine - and what *wine* - for the strength and courage you'd get from a good roast.
- Chantal: I don't believe in miracles or ghosts, but I think I knew my mother. She cared for fine talk like a fish cares for apples.
- Femme de ménage: You must think poorly of me. The room's a mess. Everything's dirty. You see, I leave for work at 5 AM. And I'm not very strong either.
- Curé d'Ambricourt: What do you do?
- Femme de ménage: I'm a cleaning woman.