Vol'jin: Shadows of the Horde

Because finding the differences upon which we can hang hatred is much easier than discovering the common ground that can unite.

...Those who can't be loyal never believe when others are

A crab that sees itself as a crab be defined not by the shelter it seeks but by its very need to seek shelter. I be not a crab. My future be not depending on what I can find to act as a shell. I have many more choices. (Vol'jin Darkspear)

I know there are many things you want to know. Shall I start at the beginning or the end? The middle world not be so good a place, but I could start there. But that would make the middle the beginning, wouldn't it?

I shall remind myself who I am so I can share that with them, instead of trying to explain why I am not who they think I should be. (Yalia Sagewhisper)

Then, my friend, let the songs be sung as Zandalari lamentations." He stood and started down the mountain. "Let them be sung for a thousand generations and serenade us into eternity.

This is not for me a memory. It is a portrait of now. Of a state of being of the world.' He slowly bowed his head. 'And of freedom, for change. It portends coming change. Crushing of enemies, perhaps; a coming winter, most like. But as you will never brew exactly this brew again, so the world will never again know this time or, alas, this peace.

What we must do now is create ourselves—not re-create, but create. This is why it is cruel. When we first did this, we had all the energy of youth. We did not know that attaining our dreams would be impossible—we just went out and got them. Innocence shielded us. Enthusiasm and unflagging confidence got us through. But now we have none of that. Now we are old, wiser, tired.

Taran Zhu was right to make doubt a target. Doubt destroyed souls. What thinking creature, when entertaining doubt about success, could undertake any action? To doubt that he could punch through stone was to acknowledge that his hand could break, his bones could splinter, his flesh could tear, and his blood could flow. And if he dwelt on that outcome, could there be any but that outcome? That ending would be his target; therefore he would succeed and hit that target. Whereas, if his target was to destroy doubt and he hit that target, then would anything be impossible?