Sarah Miles: ...The time ahead is endless.
Father Crompton: Prayer could help to make it shorter.
Sarah Miles: I prayed once too often.
Father Crompton: When we seek God, it means we've already found Him.
Sarah Miles: But I don't want Him, and what does He want with me? What can I offer Him except a shabby second best?
Father Crompton: I'm afraid He's used to that.
Sarah Miles: How sad for Him.

Sarah Miles: [to Father Compton] ... I know that it sounds absurd now, but I thought I'd prayed him alive. That *is* absurd, isn't it?... But people don't come alive; when they're dead, they're dead as mutton. Well, at any rate, I prayed, I... I made that stupid promise, and then he... he walked into the room. So it was all a mistake...
Sarah Miles: If there is a god, then he put the thought of that prayer in my mind, and I hate him for it.

Sarah Miles: Now that I'm what they call "good" I'm no good to anyone.

Sarah Miles: What do you believe in, Henry? All these years I've been married to you I've never really known; I've never even asked. Do you believe that there's a hell and a heaven, and an immortal soul, and a god who rewards and punishes and answers prayers?
Henry Miles: It's not exactly the sort of thing to go into over a cup of tea.