"Where mortal flesh may wither and die, the spirit endures" 

~Paarthurnax, Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

"Sweet mother, sweet mother, send your child unto me, 
For the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear."

~Chant of the Black Sacrament

"I used to be an adventurer like you. Then I took an arrow in the knee."

~Every single guard, everywhere.

"Guhh..."

~Every single guard, everywhere, shortly after the above line is heard for the ten thousandth time.

"Let me guess: Someone stole your sweetroll."
"See those warriors from Hammerfell? They've got curved swords. Curved. Swords."
"Heard about you and your... honeyed words."
"I got to thinking. Maybe I'm the Dragonborn, I just don't know it yet."

~Guards, again.

"What is better? To be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?"

~Paarthurnax

"I fight for the men I've held in my arms, dying on foreign soil. I fight for their wives and children, whose names I heard whispered in their last breaths. I fight for we few who did come home, only to find a country full of strangers wearing familiar faces! I fight for my people, impoverished to pay the debts of an Empire too weak to rule them, yet brands them criminals for wanting to rule themselves! I fight so that all the fighting I've already done hasn't been for nothing! I fight... because I must."

~ Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm

"FUS RO DAH!"

~Many a Dragonborn