What you love, you will love. What you undertake you will complete. You are a fulfiller of hope; you are to be relied on. But seventeen years give little armor against despair...Consider, Arren. To refuse death is to refuse life.

We scarcely know how much of our pleasure and interest in life comes to us through our eyes until we have to do without them; and part of that pleasure is that the eyes can choose where to look. But the ears can't choose where to listen.

Fire and fear, good servants, bad lords.

If eternity had a season, it would be midsummer. Autumn, winter, spring are all change and passage, but at the height of summer the year stands poised. It's only a passing moment, but even as it passes the heart knows it cannot change.

We're each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?

The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.

What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's not a good thing.