Marie: Do you think one-hundred years hence some Swedish gentleman wandering in Paris might smile over a relic of Marie Antoinette? A miniature perhaps, or a ring? This very ring, for instance.
Marie: It's centuries old. It has an inscription on it --- "Everything leads me to thee."
[She places the ring in his hand]
Marie: Can you see it? Lying on a velvet cushion in its little glass case?
Count Axel de Fersen: I don't know... you might make a present of it, perhaps, to some man who had loved you and it would be worn on his hand for as long as he lived and buried with him when he died because he loved you reverently and as was fitting from a respectable distance but with all his heart for all this life.

Marie: Perhaps the great loves come with tears.

Juan Gallardo: Carmen ceta, you're the only true one in the world.

Abra: I love you even though I'm afraid of you. Maybe someday I won't be.

Abra: But you must give him some sign, Mr. Trask, some sign that you love him... or he'll never be a man. All his life he'll feel guilty and alone unless you release him.

Abra: Mr. Trask, it's awful not to be loved. It's the worst thing in the world. Don't ask me - even if you could - how I know that. I just know it. It makes you mean, and violent, and cruel. And that's the way Cal has always felt, Mr. Trask. All his life! Maybe you didn't mean it that way - but it's true. You never gave him your love. You never asked for his. You never asked him for one thing.

Alicia: If you had only once said that you loved me.

Alicia: Don't ever leave me.
Devlin: You'll never get rid of me again.
Alicia: Never tried to.

Alicia: There's nothing like a love song to give you a good laugh.

Alicia: Say it again, it keeps me awake.
Devlin: I love you.