Brown bird welcomes white wave. Wander no more, dear traveler.

Beyond, the unknown lay before us once more, and another impossible task. The four of us emerged from the earth and turned our steps west, toward the last hope for Salvation.

I always have someplace else I’d rather be, even if I don’t know where that is, yet.

After people have gone, you forget their faults, and you recall the ideal more than the person.

There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it came from endurance, where the well ran deep and quiet. Sometimes it came from compassion and forgiveness.

Sometimes I could almost hate you because you don't understand how much you mean to me, how dark and empty I was before. Solnyshko moyo.

Most people weren’t aware enough to fear the things that could really hurt them.