How ironic it is that our instincts often run exactly opposite from what we truly desire for those we love.
Play for the day,” he told himself. “Win the day, each day, and so you will win the war.
I came to learn that sometimes the most difficult battles are the ones we are forced not to fight.
If I offer my hand to another and he takes it, do I not also have his hand? We are stronger together, but only if the bond of friendship travels from both hands.
I measure my success in life by the added value my presence brought to those whom I loved, and who loved me.
Guenhwyvar padded over to Drizzt’s side and nuzzled its great feline head into the drow’s ribs. “My friend,” Drizzt whispered into the cat’s ear. “Go back now before I lose my courage. Go back to your home and hope that we shall meet again.
If this road, this series of stepping stones, leads nowhere, then so be it. I walk the road with friends, and so I have my home. – Drizzt Do’Urden.
Dark elf!” Belwar called as loudly as he dared. “Dark elf, take your panther away. Dark elf!
This, then, was Jango Fett’s greatest reward, right here, sitting with his son, his young replica, sharing quiet moments.
Conscience does not always adhere to rational judgment. Guilt is always a self-imposed burden, but is not always rightly imposed.
You would have me lie? To what end?” Drizzt asked. “Fear is not fealty and worry is not worship.
Ava’til natha pasaison zhah ques po finnud ebries herm. “History is a poem where all lines rhyme.
I pray that the world never runs out of dragons.
Because that’s what tradition does: it robs an individual of their voice. It eschews the solo and focuses solely on the chorus – and woe betide the singer who goes against the conductor!
The journey is more important than the goal, for while the goal might be worthwhile, the journey is, in fact, the thread of your life.
But alone in that tiny cave, Drizzt realized something that distressed him greatly. He couldn’t hide from himself.
Watching the spiritual journeys of all these others, including my own wife, is a powerful reminder to me to ever hold tolerance for those who come to different conclusions than I, and to humble myself in my conclusions.
How many tyrants have tried? How many rulers have sought to reduce their subjects to simple, unthinking instruments of profit and gain? They steal the loves, the religions, of their people; they seek to steal the spirit.
I am surrounded by capable and powerful friends, and so I fear no monsters, none that we can fight with sword at least.
Do you not understand?” Zak yelled back at him. “To lose is to die! You may win a thousand fights, but you can only lose one!
To pass through childhood beside our siblings is to forge a special bond that those outside the family cannot enter.