Star Wars: The Legends of Luke Skywalker

Uniforms can be deceiving—both to the wearers and to those looking at them.

I can only wish that someday you’ll also be pestered by a student as persistent to learn what you do not wish to teach.

The gathering of knowledge in the face of our certain doom kept us sane and gave us the drive to go on, step after step, fight after fight.

The Jedi were guardians of the galaxy,” said Seeker. His face flickered in the shadows cast by the roaring bonfire, around which the villagers danced and sang. “For more than a thousand years, they wielded the Force to preserve peace. They were beloved by those who loved justice and feared by those who served evil.

There are a thousand names for the truth,” said the man Elder Kailla called Seeker. “It doesn’t matter what we call it, only that it is true.

For every ebb there’s a flow; for every flow there’s an ebb. The full moon must wane just as the new moon must wax. Happiness turns to sorrow; sorrow is reborn as hope. There is nothing constant but change in the Tide, and I am Change.

The first rule of being on a deep-space crew was that you respected the privacy of others. Everyone had secrets.

Awglk asked, 'Are you sure?' 'No,' I said. 'I'm not sure. Were we sure of the future on the day we fell in? None of us can ever be sure of the future. But we can hope. And without hope, we'll never know.' Wkk'e and Awglk responded in the way I knew they would, from the Book of Luminous Mist: 'Hope is the knowing heart of Eternity.

The world at once faded away and leapt into focus. She was a node in the infinite web that connected the most distant stars still being born in the core of the galaxy to the smallest stirrings of hope in the innermost chamber of her heart. She was a luminous being, a vibrating string of infinite strength, as resilient as the sea, as beautiful as all Creation, as transcendent as all matter, forged in the heart of exploding stars and refined through eons of ever-turning cycles of life and death.

For every ebb there's a flow; for every flow there's an ebb. The full moon must wane just as the new moon must wax. Happiness turns to sorrow; sorrow is reborn as hope. There is nothing constant but change in the Tide, and I am Change.

Legends about our heroes don't matter as much as what we choose to make of our own lives when the legends move us.

To see the light side and the dark side of the Force as sunlit foam and shadowed eddies in the same Tide; to accept that the Force has a greater will than the individual; to trust that sometimes to yield is not to surrender but to dissolve the ego in the grand web that connects all to all.