We are all weak, in one way or another. It does not matter the species. Sometimes that weakness is a strength in disguise. Sometimes it is our utter undoing. Sometimes it is both. The wise man understands his weakness and seeks to find a lesson from it. The fool lets it control and destroy him. And sometimes, the wise man is a fool.

Change, Jaina thought. It brings pain; it brings joy; and it is completely inescapable. We are, all of us, our own phoenixes, if we choose to be. Out of the ashes, we can be reborn.

Fear makes people do cruel things, things they’ll be ashamed of later.

We do not ‘suffer,’” said Garad. “We endure.

Few do, at first. A small step, the one that determines destiny often is.

It is arrogance to believe you can know all things. Perhaps you are right. But perhaps you are not.

There’s no way to phrase this other than bluntly. Master Vos – the Council wants you to assassinate Count Dooku.

Jorum had called to the boys to come watch the miracle of birth. The “miracle of birth” was actually pretty disgusting, Arthas thought. He.

I wanted what we had. What we were going to have. Together. We had a future.

There are things you must do before that peace will be granted to you. Things that you must understand, that you must integrate into yourself. People who need your help. What one needs in order to heal will always come one’s way, but sometimes it can be hard to recognize it. Sometimes the most beautiful and important gifts come wrapped in pain and blood.