Gather the shards of your courage. Patch together what resolve you can. We'll find this thing - and kill it.
Stop grieving. Start giving thanks to me. You live to fight on other days.
I can start the rain. Bring thunder. Bring lightning. Want to see?
Men may not believe you, my son. But you must always say the truth, when the truth holds no danger for you or your loved ones.
It's in the god's hands.
There must be a corps that will battle for righteousness, for there are endless battalions who serve unrighteousness.