But it was not love.

Your husband is a saint, and we must all cherish him for Russia's sake.

Romantic love will be the last delusion of the old order.

You've known Count Vronsky long?

He's a rich good looking calvary officer.

Dance with me.

I must warn you about something. -Warn me?

You may, by indiscretion give the world occasion to talk about you.

This must stop.

If you have any thought for me you will give me back my peace.

There can be no peace for us. Only misery.

Our greatest happiness.

...So this is love.

We are bound together by god,

and this can only be broken by a crime against god.

Something's happened... -Not something everything.

It would be a sin to help you destroy yourself.

Sensual desire indulge for it's own sake is the misuse

of something sacred.

The man who can't govern his wife gone as far as he can go in government.

Anna isn't a criminal. -But she broke the rules.

Leave. -Leave my life?!

She'll be ruined.

You think I would let you have my son. You are depraved.

A woman without honor...and this is what you want?

Do you know what you want?

I love you. -Why?

You can't ask why about love.