The End of the Affair
1999
Maurice Bendrix: I hate you, God. I hate you as though you existed.
Maurice Bendrix: To be is to be perceived.
Sarah: I had tempted fate, and fate had accepted.
Sarah: Love does not end just because you stop seeing each other. Bendrix: That's not my kind of love. Sarah: Maybe there's no other kind.
Sarah: Love doesn't end, just because we don't see each other. Maurice Bendrix: Doesn't it? Sarah: People go on loving God, don't they? All their lives. Without seeing him. Maurice Bendrix: That's not my kind of love. Sarah: Maybe there is no other kind.
Sarah: Are you on a new book? Maurice Bendrix: Of course. Sarah: It's not about us, is it? The one you threatened to write? Maurice Bendrix: A book takes a year to write. It's too hard work for revenge. Sarah: If only you knew how little you had to revenge. Maurice Bendrix: I'm joking. We are adults. We knew it had to end some time. Now we can have lunch and talk about your husband.
Maurice Bendrix: You have to understand. I'm jealous of everything that moves. I'm jealous of the rain!
Maurice Bendrix: I am a jealous man.
sarah: love doesn't end just because we don't see each other.
Sarah: Tell Him I'm sorry. I'm too human. Too weak. Tell Him I can't keep my promises. I'm tired of being without you.
Sarah: You see I never stopped loving you, even though I couldn't see you.
Sarah: I've only made two promises in my life. One was to marry Henry, the other is to stop seeing you. And I'm too weak to keep either.
Maurice: Pain is easy to write. In pain we're all drapply individual. Nut what can one write about happiness?