The best Quotes from World of Warcraft (Page 2)

To repeat the same action and expect different results is madness.

Compared to all else that has happened, it is a small change to the time line and one of which I approve. The blues will fly the skies again, even though their numbers will not be great even after ten thousand years. But better some, than none.

Mortals! I cannot follow you any further - accept my blessing and use the Hourglass of Time to defeat Murozond!

Excellent work. The fire of my heart glows with a brilliant purity unmatched; every spark of it I will channel into the Dragon Soul.

The "End Time", I once called this place. I had not seen, by then; I did not know. You hope to... what? Stop me, here? Change the fate I worked so tirelessly to weave?

They wanted to hold me, to keep watch over me – a prisoner in all but name. But I will NOT be held accountable for the sins of my father. My destiny will be my own.

I know what you hide from her, from us. It is my fate and curse to know such things and be unable myself to prevent them. Know that I now ask for forgivenes for the wrongs I will cause you in the future, but I must be what I am destined to be... as Malygos is.

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.

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

You do not want to make it onto my list!

I do not share my father's madness.

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.

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.

The world is healing, but her fate is yet uncertain. Together we shall be Azeroth's protectors once again. Here, the new age of dragons shall begin.

The world has been sundered. It cries out in pain. We must come to its aid. We entrust our ancestral home to you... the watchers.

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.

I only hope my friends will remember me as I was. Not what you made me to be.

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."

Anduin: "I will not become an instrument of death."
Sylvanas: "So you favour life, is that it? That momentary flicker, every cruel second spent delaying the inevitable in an endless war that you, like every Wrynn before you, will not survive."

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.

Devos: "Remember what he did and take your vengeance."
Uther: "Not vengeance.... justice!"

No life is worth living if we cannot be true to our nature.

Icecrown... a monument to our suffering. The veil between life and death. Where a usurper sits on a Frozen Throne. But no king rules forever.

Anduin: "Only one of us wanted this war."
Sylvanas: "You call for peace when it suits you, little lion. But you're quick enough to kill."

Imprisoned for ten thousand years. Banished from my own homeland. And now, you dare enter my realm. You are not prepared!

Sylvanas Windrunner: "All their hope dies with you."
Varok Saurfang: "You cannot kill hope. Hope remains."

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.

I understand the cruelty of fate better than anyone.

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

The hunter is nothing without the hunt.

To ask why we fight is to ask why leaves fall - it is in their nature. Perhaps there is a better question: Why do we fight? To protect home and family, to preserve balance and bring harmony. For my kind the true question is: What is worth fighting for?

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.

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!

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.