I will always sing for you. No matter what, no matter where. Whether you're there to hear or if my voice isn't able. I will always sing for you.

I shine, not burn.

When the day shall come that we do part, if my last words are not ‘I love you’ — ye’ll ken it was because I didna have time.

Know that whatever happens, the last face you see on this earth willna be that of a friend.

— Was that mercy? Or was it to make sure he’s dead?
— ...

I have lived through a fucking World War. And i have lost our child. I lost two husbands. I've been starved with an army/ And i've been beaten and i've been betrayed, and I — i've been imprisoned, and i will not... I survived. And this? I am supposed to be shattered by this? Well, I won't be!...

I brought something…something that always made me feel as though I had the wisdom of the heavens in the palm of my hand. The astrolabe is, in many ways, a model of the universe. An instument you can use to find your position, whether on land or at sea. You can even use it to tell time.

— The monster prevails? And Ahab is drowned then?
— Well, that depends on which one you think is the monster; the man hell-bent on revenge? Or the whale who’s hunted?

The world and each day in it is a gift. Whatever tomorrow brings, I’m grateful to see it.

Because people live and die by their words. They shape our thoughts ans deeds. Often they define us. Like bullets once fired, well we can't take them back. They have impact. So choose them wisely. Make then meaningful. Live and life worthy of them. Especially your last words. They outlive us.

How careful we’d be if we kent which goodbyes were our last.

Talk to me, Roger. It doesn’t matter to me how you sound. I know this is hard. Your voice, it’s…your gift. But you’re still you. You’re still the man I married and I want him back. Please.

— She's bound by an oath. She may not kill, for her own life. It is myself that kills for her.
— And I.
— And I, milady.