Starfleet doesn’t fire first.
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.
Respect is earned, as is friendliness.
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.
Giving up our values in the name of security is to lose the battle in advance.
