Father Barry: You'd better get rid of that gun, unless you haven't got the guts, and if you don't, you'd better hang on to it!

T.E. Lawrence: Sherif Ali!. So long as the Arabs fight tribe against tribe, so long will they be a little people, a silly people. Greedy, barbarous and cruel, as you are.
Sherif Ali: Come. I will take you to Feisal.
T.E. Lawrence: I do not want your company, sherif.
Sherif Ali: Wadi Safra is another day from here. You will not find it, and not finding it you will die.
T.E. Lawrence: I will find it with this.
[showing the compass]
Sherif Ali: [Ali suddenly takes the compass with his stick] Good army compass. How if I take it?
T.E. Lawrence: Then you would be a thief.
Sherif Ali: Have you no fear, English?
T.E. Lawrence: My fear is my concern.
Sherif Ali: Truly.
[Ali gives back the compass to Lawrence]
Sherif Ali: God be with you English.
[And he rides away]

T.E. Lawrence: Where are they now?
Mr. Dryden: Anywhere within 300 miles of Medina. They're Hashemite Bedouins. They can cross 60 miles of desert in a day.
T.E. Lawrence: Oh,thanks Dryden. This is going to be fun.
Mr. Dryden: Lawrence, only two kinds of creature get fun in the desert: Beduins and gods, and you're neither. Take it from me. For ordinary men, it's a burning fiery furnace.
T.E. Lawrence: No,Dryden. It's going to be fun.
Mr. Dryden: It is recognised that you have a funny sense of fun.

T.E. Lawrence: The truth is: I'm an ordinary man. You might've told me that, Dryden.

Mr. Gruffydd: You've been lucky, Huw. Lucky to suffer and lucky to spend these weary months in bed. For so God has given you a chance to make the spirit within yourself. And as your father cleans his lamp to have good light, so keep clean your spirit... By prayer, Huw. And by prayer, I don't mean shouting, mumbling, and wallowing like a hog in religious sentiment. Prayer is only another name for good, clean, direct thinking. When you pray, think. Think well what you're saying. Make your thoughts into things that are solid. In that way, your prayer will have strength, and that strength will become a part of you, body, mind, and spirit.

Juan Gallardo: [to Garabato] I wouldn't admit this to anybody else in the world... but always when I'm dressing like this... there's a feel of rust in my throat, the taste of death... Fear! But it's gone when I step into the arena. The minute I hear the music, the yell of the crowd, it's all right again.

Charlotte Vale: I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid, mother. I'm not afraid.

Sydney Carton: My poor child. It isn't understanding we need now. It's courage.
Seamstress: You're going to die in his place. Why?
Sydney Carton: He is my friend.
Seamstress: You're so brave... When we go to the guillotine, will you let me hold your hand? That might give me courage, too.
Sydney Carton: Yes. I'll hold it to the last.
Seamstress: To the last.

Sydney Carton: Keep your eyes on me. Mind nothing else.
Seamstress: I can bear it so long as I'm near you.

Seamstress: You're not afraid. The others are only pretending, but you... it's almost as if you welcomed it.
Sydney Carton: Perhaps I do. Perhaps in death, I receive something I never had in life - I hold a sanctuary in the hearts of those I care for.