domingo, 16 de setembro de 2012

Thall é meu pastor e sabedoria não me faltará.

How easily the mind can be turned to hate from a place of fear - an instinctive, natural, protective response.
Instead of focusing on things that unite us, we focus on what divides us.
My skin is green; yours is pink.
I have tusks; you have long ears.
My skin is bare; yours is covered with fur.
I breathe air; you do not.

If we had clung to such things, the Burning Legion would not have been defeated, for I would never have wished to ally with Jaina Proudmoore, or fight alongside elves.
My people would then not have survved to befriend the tauren, or the forsaken.
Fica a mensagem pros mortais que entenderem.

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