For us, the storm has passed... the war is over. But let us never forget those who journeyed into the howling dark and did not return. For their decision required courage beyond measure; sacrifice, and unshakable conviction that their fight... our fight, was elsewhere. As we start to rebuild, this hillside will remain barren, a memorial to heroes fallen. They ennobled all of us, and they shall not be forgotten.

After exhausting every other strategic option, my creators activated the rings. They, and all additional sentient life within three radii of the galactic center, died, as planned. Would you like to see the relevant data?

You are the child of my Makers. Inheritor of all they left behind. You are Forerunner! But this ring... is mine!

Your forefathers wisely set aside their compassion steeled themselves for what needed to be done. I see now why they left you behind. You were weak... and gods must be strong.

Tartarus, the Prophets have betrayed us.

I? I am a monument to all your sins.

There'll be another time

Lord, what a splendid world we ruined.

If not us, then who?

Force answers force, war breeds war, and death only brings death. To break this vicious circle one must do more than act without any thought or doubt.

H.G. Wells once wrote, "If we don't end wars, wars will end us." And somehow, I stopped my war. At the time, I couldn't say what had made me spare the Dark Ones. But, I came to realize that the strange visions that haunted my journey were their attempts to reach out to us. I don't know if I was the first to communicate with them, but I will not be the last.. And the future--our future--stretches before us like an endless Metro tunnel.

I've died, there is no more me

Kirill... I'm coming back... I just need a tiny bit of rest... I'm just... so tired...

If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.

Rex....this...it's...bigger than any of us...than anything...I could've imagined....I never meant to...I only wanted to do my duty. The mission...the nightmares...they're...finally...over....

Resignation is my virtue; like water I ebb, and flow. Defeat is simply the addition of time to a sentence I never deserved.....but you imposed

I used to believe that being a good soldier meant doing everything they told you. That's how they engineered us. But we're not droids. We're not programmed. You have to learn to make your own decisions.

Find him. Find him. Fives, Find him!

I hate to tell you this, but they don't care. This ship is going down and those soldiers, my brothers are willing to die and take you and me along with them.

What I remember about the rise of the Empire is... is how quiet it was. During the waning hours of the Clone Wars, the 501st was discretely transferred back to Coruscant. It was a silent trip. We all knew what was about to happen, what we were about to do. Did we have an doubts? Any private, traitorous, thoughts? Perhaps, but no one said a word. Not on the flight to Coruscant, not when Order 66 came down, and not when we marched on the Jedi Temple. Not a word.

There is an expression in the Wasteland: "Old World Blues". It refers to those so obsessed with the past they can't see the present, much less the future, for what it is.

It's said war - war never changes. Men do, through the roads they walk. And this road - has reached its end.

You've heard of the Sierra Madre Casino. We all have, the legend, the curses. Some foolishness about it lying in the middle of a City of Dead. A city of ghosts. Beneath a blood-red cloud......a bright, shining monument, reaching out, luring treasure hunters to their doom. An illusion. A promise that you can change your fortunes. Begin again. Finding it, though, that's not the hard part. It's letting go.
Dean: It's letting go. Christine: It's letting go. Dog: It's letting go. God: It's letting go.

We all go through periods of darkness. In such times, we can turn to the Lord, but it's good to have friends.

For many of us, The road is a difficult one but the path is always there for us to follow no matter how many times we may fall.

We'll head for the Portal. And we'll all go home.

The mission...the nightmares....they're finally...over

Let no one here question our place in human history. That we are here right now is not a coincidence or accident. It is our fate. And this war, our birthright, our legacy. Our generation was born to fight the Covenant, and you, my fellow soldiers, were born for this very day. Today the enemy will hear the roar of humanity, and they will fear us.

It only takes one mistake, kid. You went a long time before you made it.

I need you to be strong - strong enough to do what you've never done in your life. Can you be strong enough to allow yourself to be... can you just be human? If not for your sake, for all of us. If you would just allow yourself to feel something...maybe you wouldn't be a ghost any longer.

Humankind was mired in horrific conflict leaving the great Earth eternally scarred. But finally you looked up from the dirt and from the dying, to the stars.

Remember Reach

Sorry I came alone.

We're just clones, sir. We're meant to be expendable.

Old enough to know better, boss. Old enough to know better.

People don't forget. Nothing gets forgiven.

Well, it's me or you. And the way I see it, might as well be you.

I think what hurts most is when you give your all to someone. Through thick and thin, you're there for them. You stick with them no matter what. Then one day they just give up. They won't even fight for you. The one thing you would never have done, they did with no hesitation.

But it cannot be. This would mean that all my work has been for nothing. Everything that I have tried to... a failure! It can't be. Be. Be. Be.

The path to redemption, it seems, is a hard road to follow.

Brothers in arms are brothers for life.

No man can walk out on his own story.

For Failure such as this, No punishment is too great.

You know, all that mattered to me was loyalty. It's all I ever believed in.

Today we fight for more than the Republic. Today we fight for all our brothers back home, understood?

It's all of us. The entire Grand Army of the Republic has been ordered to hunt down and destroy the Jedi Knights

What's the point of all this? I mean, why?

The thing about happiness is that you only know you had it when it's gone. I mean, you may think to yourself that you're happy. But you don't really believe it. You focus on the petty ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, or the next job, or whatever. It's only looking back by comparison with what comes after that you really understand, that's what happiness felt like.

Look at him comrade. Look into the eyes beneath his Altyn. Do you see any joy? Or hope? No. All that is in his expression is pain. A man afraid to die. A man full of regret and fear. He was like you once. Young, and eager to fight. Now look at him... This is all you have to look forward to...

I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that

Truth enlightens the mind, but won't always bring happiness to your heart

There's so many stories where some brave hero decides to give their life to save the day...
And because of their sacrifice, the good guys win, the survivors all cheer, and everybody lives happily ever after. But the hero... Never gets to see that ending...
They’ll never know if their sacrifice actually made a difference. They’ll never know if the day was really saved. In the end, they just have to have faith.
Ain’t that a ♥♥♥♥♥?

Now listen, son, remember when we talked about the Alamo. You know every one of the brave defenders in those fights died. They knew the odds, but they hurt the enemy. Both were tactical defeats, but in the end they were also brilliant strategic victories. They made the enemy afraid. Just a few good soldiers fighting for what's right made the difference.

An object cannot make you good or evil. The temptation of power, forbidden knowledge, even the desire to do good can lead some down that path. But only you can change yourself

C'est La Vie

Anywhere but here

There will be a great deal of hardship on the road ahead

I'm sorry son. I did my best

Well, no need to brood on what tomorrow may bring. For one thing, tomorrow will be certain to bring worse than today, for many days to come

We all fail, we all make mistakes, that's what makes us human

For people to grow their branches into the sky they must also burrow their roots into the depths

People are like trees. The higher the branches grow toward the bright sky, the further the roots must stretch into the murky depths.

Too many people have opinions on things they know nothing about. And the more ignorant they are, the more opinions they have.

No more running for me, dog. The Reaper's finally calling my name

You could not defeat our lords and you will not defeat us either!

Good men mean well. We just don't always end up doing well

We must be better

When have we ever followed orders?

I’m sorry, my companion, but no. We all have our own destinies, and yours culminates here. I would not rob you of that

You give up a few things chasing a dream

Sometimes life is like this dark tunnel..
You can’t always see the light at the end of the tunnel,
but if you just keep on moving..
..you will come to a better place

The most normalized form of agony is to love the very thing that was not meant for you.

A great love is a lot like a good memory. When it's there, and you know it's there, but it's just out of your reach, it can be all that you think about. Then you can focus on it and try to force it, but the more you do, the more you seem to push it away. But if you're patient and you hold still, well maybe, just maybe, it'll come to you.

It doesn't matter. Defeating you can't turn back time. Everyone is gone.