Quotes from World of Warcraft (Page 2)

The Sands of Time are plentiful but precious. Waste not a single grain.

The Old Gods have been vanquished, yet they were only one threat to Azeroth. Many others loom on the horizon and lurk in the shadows. Know that from this day forth, the black dragonflight will honor its ancient charge and stand in defense of our world... along with its champions.

Since we Aspects first realized our kind was destined to share Azeroth with the young races, we have each taken a visage that allowed us to see the world as they do. Just as importantly, it informs how they perceive us. Do you wish them to see you as a trustworthy sage? A tyrant to be feared? Distant and aloof, or warm and generous? This choice is deeply personal, and it says much about who you are as a dragon. So no, I will not tell you anything that might sway your decision.

I do not share my father's madness.

You do not want to make it onto my list!

It was given unto me to know the very hour and method of my own death. I would never subvert it. But only one of the pathways to my destiny can be correct. And in one unfolding future, I became the leader of the infinite dragonflight. That was why I became lost in the timeways, Thrall. I was seeking understanding of how such a thing came to be. How I, who have always striven to honor the great duty the titans charged me with, could have fallen so far astray.

I have chosen the name "Wrathion." To my knowledge, I am the last of the black dragons. My father was Deathwing, the Worldbreaker, the Aspect of Death, the Destroyer... But I hope you will not hold that against me. I have no love for my father, whose corruption destroyed my race, or for the red dragonflight, who stole away and experimented on my egg to create me.

Varian: "My son. This blade does not belong to darkness. It was forged by valor."
Varok: "And also by honor."
Varian: "Its legacy, and ours, are with you."

No crown. No throne. Not even a soul left for judgement. I hated you, hunted you, and with each selfish act... became you. That is my burden to bear. But your legacy is at an end. Begone, then, Arthas Menethil. May the last whisper of your name fade and be forgotten.

We cannot change the past, and we may never find forgiveness in the future, but inaction damns us all.

Imbued with the strength of those who defied Domination. That which sought to bind us will be made anew. Behold the Crown of Wills!

Arthas. I died trying to stop that monster, only to wake up haunted by one with my face.

When Arthas struck me down, Frostmourne shattered my soul. But it was not divided into one part that was noble and another that was cruel.
Rather, it was as if a portion of my consciousness remained frozen in time while the rest of my soul carried on.

Not a Banshee Queen... Not a Ranger-General... But always a Windrunner.

Sylvanas: "Join us willingly or be made to serve!"
Anduin: "I thought you believed in free will, Sylvanas."
Sylvanas: "We've never had free will, little lion. But that is about to change."

Bolvar: "Strange, is it not? We both lived lives of service, and even after facing death itself, we still feel compelled to serve others."
Darion: "Sometimes the greatest act of service is to be present for those who need us."

Death was not the end I believed it to be. No rest or joyous reunions in the Light awaited me. What I witnessed challenged all I knew. With my final breath, I saw impossible places – worlds within worlds brimming with beings that defied description. It wasn't until the Helm of Domination was placed upon my head that I understood the truth I had seen: Death is not an end, but a beginning.

Bolvar: "I had to make that sacrifice, to keep you and the rest of the world safe from that place. From that power."
Taelia: "But it wasn't just you who made that sacrifice. It was the rest of us, too. Everyone who loved you."
Bolvar: "I know. And for the pain it caused you, I will always feel sorrow. I pray that one day, you can forgive me for it."

A crossbow? I prefer to strike my enemies face to face.

Beyond the veil lies the Shadowlands, where every soul has its place.

When this war began, I thought we were fighting for peace. But we're just fighting.

Ours is a cycle of hatred. Alliances forged and broken. We have paid the price for sharing this world, and we have forgotten what makes us strong.

You have spent a lifetime fighting for the dream of what Azeroth could be. Now, you must fight for what it is.

I understand the cruelty of fate better than anyone.

The hunter is nothing without the hunt.

Pain. Agony. My hatred burns through the cavernous deeps. The world heaves with my torment. Its wretched kingdoms quake beneath my rage. But at last the whole of Azeroth will break and all will burn beneath the shadow of my wings!

It was power I sought... but not to conquer or rule. It was a means to an end, to save Azeroth from an unstoppable foe.

To ask why I drink is to ask why I am fat. It is because I drink. Perhaps there is a better question.

Why do I drink? To quench my thirst. To lower my inhibitions. To make women appear more attractive.

To get the measure of a people, you need to get your feet dirty. Come, walk the land with me! Let us see what these mainland pandaren truly value.

Tell them only that the Lich King is dead and that Bolvar Fordragon, died with him! Now go - leave this place and never return!

The world of the living can no longer comfort me. Place the crown upon my head, Tirion! Forever more, I will be the jailer of the damned.

Without its masters command the restless Scourge will become an even greater threat to this world. Control must be maintained. There must always be a Lich King.

For my kind, the true question is: Where is the bathroom?

Come in all your power and glory! For in the final hour, all must serve the one true king.

Thrall: "I left that life behind. I'm no one's savior. I will not lead the Horde."
Varok: "I didn't ask. But I hoped you would at least fight for it."

Zekhan: "This be my first battle. What should I do?"
Varok: "Don't die."
Zekhan: "Yes, of course, but... if I do fall, may it be with honor."
Varok: "There will be no glory today. Only pain."

I do not rely on strength alone, Garrosh, my power is all around you.

Varok: "We could not fill the chasm between the Horde and Alliance if we labored a thousand years. You know this."
Anduin: "Then what are we fighting for?"

I wouldn't mind settling down in a place like this. Great views, plenty of beer... and lots of stuff to fight.

My people have an ancient proverb: it is wise to let sleeping pandaren lie. This proverb is ancient for a reason.

Vol'jin: "Death will claim me soon."
Sylvanas: "In the end, death claims us all. But the Horde will live on."

All who challenge me will burn in the fires of my hatred!

I have never trusted you, Sylvanas. Nor would I have ever imagined in our darkest time that you would be da one to save us. Da spirits have granted me clarity, a vision, dey whisper a name. Many will not undastand. But you must step out of da shadows and lead. You must be Warchief.

This Horde be our family! We don't always see eye-to-eye. We come to blows before. But when we work together - ah - there's nothing this Horde can't do.

I am willing to end this bloodshed. But know this, if your Horde fails to uphold honor, as Garrosh did, we will end you!

My son, a terrible darkness has returned to our world. As before, it seeks to annihilate everything that we hold dear. I go to face it, knowing I may not return. All my life I have lived by the sword. I've seen kingdoms burn, and watched brave heroes die in vain. It's been difficult for me to trust after losing so much. But from you I have learned patience, tolerance, and faith. Anduin, I now believe as you do, that peace is the noblest aspiration. But to preserve it, you must be willing to fight!

You will be remembered as the king who sacrificed his life for nothing.

My son, the day you were born, the very forests of Lordaeron whispered the name... Arthas. My child, I watched with pride as you grew into a weapon of righteousness. Remember, our line has always ruled with wisdom and strength, and I know you will show restraint when exercising your great power. But the truest victory, my son, is stirring the hearts of your people. I tell you this, for when my days have come to an end, you shall be King.

The Horde needs its true Warchief now, more than ever.