Karen Johansson: Dov, you're always fighting and you're always in a place where you might get killed. If anything happened to you before I could tell you how much I love you I just wouldn't want to live anymore. Please love me Dov. I'm not afraid, honest I'm not.

Barak Ben Canaan: God, don't let my brother die at the end of a British rope.

Ari Ben Canaan: A year is a long time in the life of a pretty woman. Have you found another man?
Kitty Fremont: Nothing serious.
Ari Ben Canaan: Why not?
Kitty Fremont: Many reasons. On is that my husbands work took up his whole life and I presume that's good or at least most men seem to seem to think so. But I think that a man whose work is his whole life is only half a man.
Ari Ben Canaan: And you want a whole one?
Kitty Fremont: Exactly. The other half of his life must be a woman, what else?

Dov Landau: [explaining to the leaders of the Irgun how he survived Auschwitz] The Germans used me -- like you would use a woman.

Kitty Fremont: [to Ari, discussing Jewish history in Jezreel] Can't you understand that you make me feel like a Presbyterian when you can't, just for a minute or two, forget that you're a Jew?

[Jewish Ari Ben Canaan is masquerading as a gentile British officer named Bowen]
Maj. Caldwell: [about Jews] They look funny too. I can spot one a mile away.
Ari Ben Canaan: [pointing at his eye] Would you mind looking into my eye, sir? It feels like a cinder.
Maj. Caldwell: Yes, certainly.
[Caldwell looks into Ben Canaan's eye]
Maj. Caldwell: You know, a lot of them try to hide under gentile names, but one look at their face, you just know.
Ari Ben Canaan: With a little experience, you can even smell them out.
Maj. Caldwell: I'm sorry Bowen, I can't find a thing.

[last lines]
Ari Ben Canaan: Taha, old friend, and very dear brother; Karen, child of light... and daughter of Israel: Shalom.