Spartacus: How do you know the heart beats beneath your chest?
Batiatus: How many men would you kill to see your wife again? Spartacus: I would kill them all
Spartacus: Accept your fate. Or be destroyed by spectors of the past never to return.
Spartacus: What else did the Gods tell you about my future?
Sura: That you will never love another woman.
The nights grow so cold.
What am I to do without you in our bed?
Lift your dress, keep me close to your thighs.
The thought will warm us both.
Kill them all.
Naevia: You have no mind outside the arena, you think only with your sword and your shield, you stupid lumbering...You are a fool.
Crixus: I am practiced with sword not words. Perhaps this gift will explain where words fail.
Spartacus: I know your heart Crixus. I felt the beating of it within my chest once.
Naevia: You shouldn't look at me in that way.
Crixus: I try with all my strength not to. But I am weak.
Naevia: Honour and glory. That's all you care about, isn't it?
Crixus: Not all.
Naevia: Still the fool.
Naevia: You said love drains a man.
Crixus: It can give him hope, in the right arms...
Naevia : You shame yourself with thoughts of imaginary slight.
Pietros: Which direction shall we travel and how far?
Barca: As far as desire wills our feet.
Spartacus: I believe in opportunity. And the power of reason to seize upon it.
"Spartacus: I have done this thing because it is just. Blood demands blood. We have lived and lost, at the whims of our masters for too long. I would not have it so. I would not see the passing of a brother, for the purpose of sport. I would not see another heart ripped from chest, or breath forfeit for no cause. I know not all of you wish this, yet it is done. It is done... Your lives are your own. Forge your own path, or join with us. And together, we shall see Rome tremble!"
Batiatus: A man must always appear his best in the eyes of love.
Spartacus: That is not what she called me. That is not my name.
Mira: Was she such a woman, your wife?
Spartacus: She was the sun.
Never to rise again.
Doctore: What is this foolishness?
Doctore: The fear in your eyes betray the lie on your tongue.
Doctore: A heavy heart weighs a man's sword.
Crixus: You alone occupy my thoughts.
Naevia : To have you, but not have you. It is a wound beyond healing.
Crixus : All wounds heal. Even the deepest.
Naevia : Would that they had never been inflicted.
Crixus: You would wish never to have known my heart?
Crixus: You are my heart... I will never doubt the beating of it again.
The ego bruises deeper than the flesh.
The sun has revived what the night had withered.
Spartacus: It is a distance to travel...
from a woman's mouth to a man's ears.
"Spartacus: I will see the House of Batiatus fall. And with it the villain's blood upon the earth.
Crixus: As would I in your position, but I am far removed. My escape would not aid Naevia. How would I purchase her freedom? Or even find her while being hunted like a dog by the Romans. Spartacus: Join me. We will find her, together."