Barny: His frightening words just before dying: My God, My God, why has thou forsaken me?
Léon Morin: Not at all. Jesus being a Jew and dying a Jew, he recited Psalm 22, which is a Jewish prayer. Here.
[picks up a Bible]
Léon Morin: "My God, My God why hast thou forsaken me? Why art thou so far and hearest not my wailing?" And it ends with a tribute to God: "For the kingdom is Jehovah's, and he governs among nations."
Barny: That Jehovah is God the Father, I have to strive not to forget.
Léon Morin: You're not the only one. Jesus didn't chose Psalm 22 by chance. He chose it because it relates especially to him. It is also said, "They pierced my hands and feet. They share my garments among them and for my raiment cast lots."
Léon Morin: Prayers are always a mockery. There's such a gulf between them and him to who they're addressed.
Léon Morin: Now where were we, Miss I'm-No-Goody-Two-Shoes?
Barny: I think what revolts me about Christianity is the self-interest involved. You make yourself do this, or not do that, to get to heaven.
Léon Morin: When you plant a seed, don't you want it to grow? That's heaven, the sprouting of the grain. Remember the mustard seed Our Lord talked about?
Christine Sangredin: She's boosting the morale of five lovers: two in the militia, one in the Resistance, one black marketeer, and, most recently, a German. Her bank job leaves little time to serve the Resistance, Vichy, and Germany. She can't juggle the meetings, plus she's smuggling gold.
Barny: [voiceover, sitting at the dining room table with Father Morin] God, grant my wish just once.
[looks into her bedroom]
Barny: Just this once. Then, blessed be the everlasting torment.
Barny: Father Morin is spiritually the most inspiring fellow I've ever known. And last Sunday, there's no doubt about it, he deliberately walked by me, brushing me with his surplice. Imagine how I felt.
Christine Sangredin: I've noticed. He sometimes does things like that. No wonder he's been reprimanded.
Barny: You think he does it just to tease me? Just for fun? It must be what they call the glorious freedom of God's children. "Love and do as you wish." But it's destroying me.
Christine Sangredin: He does it to stimulate us, but, of course, it's risky.
France (older): A prayer no one knows. Why keep telling God the same thing?
Léon Morin: No questions for me this last evening?
Barny: I'll have them all my life, so better to keep quiet.
Léon Morin: It's not easy to admit one's faults to one's neighbor.
Barny: It's not a problem since I don't believe in God.
Barny: You understand? She reminds me of those beautiful youths in the scriptures, with girded loins, brandishing a traveler's staff, a sword of fire, or a wand, and who are angels. She looks like an Amazon, like Pallas Athena, like a samurai. When she leans over my desk, she's the shade of a palm tree.
Barny's friend: So you'd like to sleep with her.
Barny: Are you mad? How horrifying. Sabine fascinates me because she's like a young man - a young man with curious charms - a delicately feminized manliness.
Christine Sangredin: He advised me to imitate the simplicity of Communist women. I understood immediately. By "Communist women," he meant you. You've completely Sovietized him. Nice work.
Léon Morin: Not exactly. It's been diluted by the bourgeoisie in its own interests.
Barny: But you let them. You're one and the same now.
Barny: [voiceover] Everything about her enraptured me. Her wide-ranging knowledge, her strange beauty. I felt compelled by her in a way that went beyond the purely physical.
Christine Sangredin: What a slap. I tell you, I saw stars. That Barny - when she lashes out!
Léon Morin: We're here for the living. We're not morticians.
Barny: [voiceover] I loved Sabine Levy, the administrative secretary. Seeing her, I flew through time and space. I thought the beautiful should command. I felt a pang of pleasure when my gaze crossed hers, like two duelists - until I could bear it no longer - and dropped my eyes, taking delight in her victory.
Léon Morin: Belief in God is the harmony of our whole being. When you love someone, you love without proof. The same goes with faith: a moral certainty.
Léon Morin: You keep wondering if God has an existence or not. God has no existence. God is existence.
Léon Morin: It's up to you to make a move. If God forced our allegiance, we wouldn't be free.
Léon Morin: There's always a chasm man must cross alone. If there were proof, everyone would believe. Belief would even be unnecessary. We'd understand. We'd know. We'd see. This would no longer be the world below, but heaven.
Léon Morin: Injustice fills a Christian heart with horror.
Barny: I'll only enter a church again as a tourist.
Léon Morin: We should stop chattering. What good are words? God, first and foremost, is an experimental, individual reality, different for each of us. And incommunicable.
Barny: The lightness of this penance overwhelmed me.
Barny: What made you want to become a priest? You were a bad boy.
Léon Morin: So what? You become a priest to save souls, that's all. The idea can inspire even naughty boys.
Barny: I don't know if it's that book you gave her, but she's impossible now. When I scold her, she says, "You see my mote, but not your beam." When I threatened her with hell, she said, "Hell is for grown-ups, not children." I smacked her one.
Léon Morin: You're right to teach your child her place, but careful not to overdo it.
Barny: Your mother was stricter than other mothers. But you were like other children.
Léon Morin: No, I was among the worst. I once broke a cow's leg trying to make it jump a fence. I needn't tell you that the owner gave me a real hiding.
Barny: It didn't help. You still try to make cud-chewers do high jumps.
Léon Morin: Jehovah chose a human envelope for his earthly life. So he was granted youth. He chose to die in the prime of life. That's why, preserved by this blood of youth, God will never grow old.
Christine Sangredin: No, I can't. It wouldn't occur to me. I couldn't forget that a priest is consecrated to God. But it doesn't matter to Marion. There's no sacrilege. He's a man and she wants him.
Léon Morin: Why shouldn't God perform miracles for heretics? Does he love them less?
Barny: Under your guidance, I'd come to imagine God as Catholic.
Léon Morin: Let's call him the universal Catholic in our temporal language. It doesn't mean he can't be many other things too. You know what Our Lord said? "In my Father's house there are many mansions."
Léon Morin: In the country, before discussing serious matters, you have to talk about rabbits and pigs. I love parish life when things go smoothly. There, things aren't smooth. Villages are divided by politics. On the other hand, it's nice that there's been no priest for ages. They're totally dechristianized. So there are no deviations. It's almost virgin soil.