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He has shed his gods and his Ether like skin

It cannot change the past. Only the future. Only the chance his people might know themselves as more than pirates and scavengers.
He never should have tried to be Kell of Wolves. He should have tried to be Kell of everything. Everything wants to kill his people, the machines and the militants and the green-eyed Hive. The dead soldiers that hoard the Great Machine and come out crusading to wipe all hope away.

But the weight of grief smashes his legs against the cell. The rage upon him beats him to the floor. [...]

Skolas rises up to smash it, to show his strength, because the alternative to violence is waiting for violence to come from a universe that has neither respect nor compassion.

When they told me I had to be Vanguard I went to ask some Fallen how I could get out of it, but they just told me to kill all my friends and then myself. Anyway.
-Cayde 6 [Prison of Elders, The Reef]

"The Silent Fang, led by Drevis herself had massacred almost everyone at the station, including Coven Leader Pinar Venj."

Techeuns lost?

"You are an empty thing with two dead souls.

Starlight was my mother. [Servitors begin to report a strange taste in the void.] And my father was the dark.

Call on them, then. [One last mocking signal before death and ruin] And see what help they offer."

"There are other lights, newer stars, newer crowns."

"Life is a balm. You must cherish it where you find it.

You do not mean to stay, but longing and kinship forestalls your departure time and time again. These little gardeners are such careful stewards of fragility. They sing songs of disasters averted and loved ones lost. They fashion heavy elements combed from the bones of old stars into objects of peace and beauty.

You must force yourself to be cruel."

"When the Ghosts first found us, those who were chosen were blessed with power, but not wisdom."

There's too many good lines in this book to quote them all, but remember: all dwarves have beards and gender is strictly optional

You feel something else. You feel the presence of something living in the air itself.

the places where men went to lose their souls

I should remain in starvation between sacrifices, so that my body would become dry and empty like the dead wheat in the fields at winter, only to be filled with the blood of the sacrifice and to become full and beautiful like the new plants of the spring.

In my suffering and ecstasy there would be the cycle of the seasons.

And I knew only what all men know, that the cycle of winter and spring and all growing things has within itself some sublime truth that restores without myth or language.

...[T]he earth that swallows the remains of that young lover, the earth that swallows all of us. And in consonance with this ancient truth—old as the sowing of seed itself—there came a thousand bloody rituals.

Words and words and words unspoken..