Antonius Block: Is it so terribly inconceivable to comprehend God with one's senses? Why does he hide in a cloud of half-promises and unseen miracles? How can we believe in the faithful when we lack faith? What will happen to us who want to believe, ...
Antonius Block: We must make an idol of our fear, and call it god.
Antonius Block: I want knowledge! Not faith, not assumptions, but knowledge. I want God to stretch out His hand, uncover His face and speak to me. Death: But He remains silent. Antonius Block: I call out to Him in the darkness. But it's as if no one ...
Antonius Block: I shall remember this moment: the silence, the twilight, the bowl of strawberries, the bowl of milk. Your faces in the evening light. Mikael asleep, Jof with his lyre. I shall try to remember our talk. I shall carry this memory carefu...
Antonius Block: I want to confess as best I can, but my heart is void. The void is a mirror. I see my face and feel loathing and horror. My indifference to men has shut me out. I live now in a world of ghosts, a prisoner in my dreams.
Antonius Block: Who are you? Death: I am Death. Antonius Block: Have you come for me? Death: I have long walked by your side. Antonius Block: So I have noticed. Death: Are you ready? Antonius Block: My body is ready, but I am not.
[Antonius Block lets Death choose which chess pieces to play] Antonius Block: You drew black. Death: Appropriate, don't you think?
Jöns: Love is as contagious as a cold. It eats away at your strength, morale... If everything is imperfect in this world, love is perfect in its imperfection. Blacksmith Plog: You're happy, you with your oily words. You believe your own twaddle. Jö...
Antonius Block: This is my hand. I can turn it. The blood is still running in it. The sun is still in the sky and the wind is blowing. And I... I, Antonius Block, play chess with Death.
Antonius Block: Faith is a torment. It is like loving someone who is out there in the darkness but never appears, no matter how loudly you call.
Mia: You don't look so happy. Antonius Block: No. Mia: Are you tired? Antonius Block: Yes. I have boring company. Mia: You mean your squire? Antonius Block: No, not him. Mia: Who do you mean, then? Antonius Block: Myself.
Jöns: Love is the blackest of all plagues... if one could die of it, there would be some pleasure in love, but you don't die of it.
Antonius Block: They say you have consorted with the devil? Witch: Why do you ask that? Antonius Block: It's not out of curiosity, but because of utterly personal reasons. I would also like to meet him. Witch: Why? Antonius Block: I want to ask him a...
Antonius Block: Nothing escapes you! Death: Nothing escapes me. No one escapes me.
Death: Don't you ever stop asking? Antonius Block: No. I never stop. Death: But you're not getting an answer.
[Death approaches Antonius Block] Antonius Block: Wait a moment. Death: You all say that. But I grant no reprieves.
[the church painter explains why he is painting a mural about death] Church Painter: Why should one always make people happy? It might be a good idea to scare them once in a while. Jöns: Then they'll close their eyes and refuse to look. Church Paint...
Jöns: It's hell with women and hell without women. No matter how you reason it seems like the logic thing to do is to kill them while it's still fun. Blacksmith Plog: Bickering and swill! Jöns: Screaming babies and diapers full of piss! Blacksmith ...
