Starfleet doesn’t fire first.
Respect is earned, as is friendliness.
Most people will never get a chance to learn what’s in their own hearts. If we figure it out, it’s often not what we expected, or even what we would have chosen for ourselves.
Love is a choice, and one doesn’t just make that choice once. One makes it again and again.
Can you bury your heart? Can you hide your decency? Can you continue to pretend to be one of them? Even as, little by little, it kills the person you really are.
Battle is not a simulation. It’s blood and screams and funerals.
We choose our own pain. Mine helps me remember.
The only way to defeat fear is to tell it: No.
Sometimes we know the role we’re meant to play, sometimes we don’t. I’m not sure which is better, to be honest.
It’s often our best intentions that cause us to do the most harm, especially to those we care for.
It’s good to get a little distance from something you love.
In feeling less like you were, you are more like who you were meant to become.
