Christie Golden Quotes

Thus is the blessing of Chi-Ji," the crane said. "No more shall die this day. Take this second chance, and use it wisely.

Air - the element of clarity of thought, of inspiration, insight, and fresh starts. He smiled a little, and as the scene began to fade, he let it go easily. Because he knew that with Air, there would always be something new to come, to challenge and inspire him.

Do I wish I had chosen otherwise? Wishes do not a world make. We do the best we can where we are, every minute, every breath. We make mistakes, and we have to live with them. We try to learn from them. And that is all we can do. (Thrall)

... but we cannot go back to happier times. We can only live in the present, and right now that present is painful.

You were given a gift. You were given the chance to see who you were, to learn from mistakes, and to change and grow. Few are granted such insight.

The years came and went, and gave their blessings, and demanded their sacrifices.

me. That's what it does. Nothing is ever enough. You get more, and more, but you're never happy. It's a trap baited with all the things you want most. That life - it's not worth living.

It was never a big leap from "unfamiliar" to "suspected

Humans are pathetically greedy and easy to manipulate.

Cheers the spirit, humor does, even at the darkest times.

Garrosh would learn that it was in how one fought, not where or when, that honor was born.

All things change, whether from inside out or the outside in. That is what magic is. And we are magic too.

I have no fear of killing those who deserve to die. I do not choose to kill those who do not.

You can't say it's a fair way to determine right or wrong one day, and then say it's unfair the next because you don't like the outcome.

It's an old and honored tradition for war heroes to be promoted to important offices, whether or not they're suited to it

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

The eye cannot always be trusted. We think what we see is always real, that the light always reveals what is there the same way at all times. But light and shadow can be manipulated, directed, by those that understand it... And so your eye perceives something entirely different from what you thought was there.

But that is how one learns, is it not? By trying and failing?

There is no shame in fear, Orgrim and Durotan. Only in letting fear prevent you from doing the right thing.

We best teach what we ourselves have learned.

It is as much of a mistake to underestimate yourself as to overestimate yourself.

Strange as it was, he understood there was grace and strength in this pain; a reminder of what should never be forgotten.

a flesh-and-blood waiter and therefore as rare in San Francisco as a flying horse,

though, was perched high inside the massive tower that was the centerpiece

There are many paths open to us at all times, Jaina. As leaders of those who trust us, we owe it to them to examine every one.

And now, it's too late, and I will never stop grieving that. But I'm on the path, Asajj. You bought my chance with blood, and I won't waste it, I swear I won't. Every day, every minute of my life, I'll live it. For me, and for you. I'll fight, because you can't, and I'll laugh, and I'll do everything I possibly can with everything I have in me to make things better, because this galaxy has seen too much of darkness.

Ner'zhul... Gul'dan. Two of the darkest names ever to sully the history of my people. And yet, Drek'thar tells me that once Ner'zhul was admired, even beloved, and truly cared for the people whos spiritual leader he was. It is hard to reconcile those words with what Ner'zhul has become, but I try. I try because I want to understand.
And yet, try as I might... I do not.

False modesty is as bad as false pride. Know exactly what you are capable of at any moment, and act accordingly. Any other path is folly - and could be deadly in battle.

He welcomed challenges; they kept him sharp, showed that he was approachable, and oftentimes made him explore avenues previously unthought-of.

Many Jedi would raise eyebrows at the thought of meditating in a bar, but Vos had done it before.

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

Simple' does not mean 'easy'. I have learned that the things that seem the simplest are often the most powerful of all.

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

The wise man understands his weakness and seeks to find a lesson from it. The fool lets it control and destroy him.

You can only act on what you do know. What your heart and your head and your gut tell you is right.

I am not going to waste time on revenge when my energy is better spent toward rebuilding.

Life is not about reward and punishment," said Xuen. "It is about understanding, accepting who oneself is right now, in order to know what to change, and how.

Some orc clans are cruel. They enjoy tormenting and torturing their prey… and their enemies. A Frostwolf takes no joy in suffering. Not even in the suffering of our enemies, and certainly not in that of a simple beast which provides us with nourishment.

I am who I am. Whether in joy or in pain. I am who I am.

All nights end, and all storms clear. The only storms that last are those within your own soul.

It is a fool who repeats the same actions expecting a different outcome.

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.

The Jedi cultivated a practice of nonattachment, which had always served them well. Few understood, though, that while specific, individual bonds such as romantic love or family were forbidden, the Jedi were not ashamed of compassion. All lives were precious, and when so many were lost in such a way, the Jedi felt the pain of it in the Force as well as in their own hearts. At

Cooperation was possible; he'd seen it. Every individual was unique - and could grow.

shape about the size of a large dog hovering a few yards over his head.

This was how one should be welcomed home. With the happy cries of children and family, with the blessings of the natural world.

He stabbed a sharp-nailed digit in the direction of the Shattered Straits,

Grieved are we all, to see so many suffer," he said. "Courage, the youngling had, at the end. Forgotten, she and her people will not be.

The surreal howl wove its way through the cacophony of human voices, a bright, bloody thread in a tapestry of fear.

Janeway had thought her heart full, but now it overflowed. For the rest of her life, she knew, she would remember this: walking down the seemingly endless line, sharing laughter, hugs, handshakes, slaps on the back. She tried to brand every face into her brain, every word, every expression. Whatever her own new voyage held for her, it would be hard-pressed to measure up to the exquisite, painful joy of this single precious moment. *

It will require you to forsake nearly everything that it means to be a Jedi. But you have already begun down that path, I think. Your grief over the deaths of the Krim family does not speak of nonattachment.

He frowned. "Jedi aren't without emotion. We're allowed to grieve."
"Perhaps," Ventress allowed, "but somehow I don't think most Jedi try to drown the pain with alcohol and slam their fists on the table.

What a puzzle you are to me, Jander Sunstar! You feed upon lifeblood, yet mourn the life you take. You are a being of shadow and night, yet you yearn to be surrounded by beauty. You are dead, but you cannot bear decay. What exactly are you? You can hardly be a vampire!

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

How have you managed to survive for so long, Saurfang? Not fallen victim to your own memories?" Saurfang smiled. "I don't eat pork.