Evil cannot be conquered by wishing.
Once you have courage to look upon evil, seeing it for what it is and naming it by its true name, it is powerless against you, and you can destroy it.
And so they lived many happy years, and the promised tasks were accomplished. Yet long afterward, when all had passed away into distant memory, there were many who wondered whether King Taran, Queen Eilonwy, and their companions had indeed walked the earth, or whether they had been no more than dreams in a tale set down to beguile children. And, in time, only the bards knew the truth of it.
Draw Dyrnwyn, only thou of noble worth, to rule with justice, to strike down evil. Who wields it in good cause shall slay even the Lord of Death.
Are these signs of hope, or do we deceive ourselves by wishing them to be?
A crown is a pitiless master, harsher than the staff of a pig-keeper; while a staff bears up, a crown weighs down, beyond the strength of any man to wear it lightly.
Take this as a gift from a crone to a maiden, and know there is not so much difference between the two. For even a tottering granddam keeps a portion of girlish heart, and the youngest maiden a thread of old womans wisdom.
This much have I learned: A mans life weighs more than glory, and a price paid in blood is a heavy reckoning.
A crown is more discomfort than adornment. If you have learned that, you have already learned much.
Craftsmanship isnt like water in an earthen pot, to be taken out by the dipperful until its empty. No, the more drawn out the more remains.
If life is a loom, the pattern you weave is not so easily unraveled.
If I fret over tomorrow, I'll have little joy today.
If I do find pride, I'll not find it in what I was or what I am, but what I may become. Not in my birth, but in myself.
In the race of men is much greed and envy; but of truth, little.
The destinies of men are woven one with the other, and you can turn aside from them no more than you can turn aside from your own.