For a Hero cannot triumph all the time. Sometimes he will be defeated, and how he faces that defeat is a test of his character.
I wanted to be a King who would found a New World, not in some misty country far across the seas, but right here, right now, at home.
That is a terrible plan.Hiccup's plans are always t-terrible.Hey! You're still here, aren't you?
But then I have always been somewhat of a square peg in a round hole.
Thank you for nothing, you stupid reptile.
And now that its ruby eyes are set into the gold, you cannot see their tear-shape, so they seem to be laughing rather than crying. It is a constant reminder to me of the human ability to create someth...
I myself grew up to be not only a Hero, but also a Writer. When I was an adult, I rewrote , and I included not only some descriptions of the various deadly dragon species, and a useful Dragonese Dicti...
However small we are, we should always fight for what we believe to be right. And I don’t mean fight with the power of our fists or the power of our swords…I mean the power of our brains and our thoug...
The thing about grown ups is that they're always wanting you to be this Great Hero and Leader. What's wrong with being NORMAL, for Thor's sake? What's wrong with just being SO-SO at stuff? They're jus...
History is a set of repeating circles, like the tide. The wind does blow through the ruins of tomorrow. But it is more a question of two steps forward, one step back. Humans and dragons make the same...
Twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death
I was not a natural. . . . This is the story of becoming . . . the Hard Way.
Wartihog put up his hand. What happens if we can't read, sir?No boasting, Wartihog! boomed Gobber. Get some idiot to read it for you.
Sometimes it is only a True Friend who knows what we mean when we try to speak. Somebody who has spent a lot of time with us, and listens carefully to what we are trying to say, and tries to understan...
Oh, for Thor's sake... said Hiccup. I thought that was just a story...Stories come from somewhere, said the witch. The past haunts the present in more ways than we realise.
There's no such thing as im-POSSIBLE, Hiccup, only im-PROBABLE. The only thing that limits us are the limits to our imagination
The past is another land, and we cannot go to visit. So, if I say there were dragons, and men who rode upon their backs, who alive has been there and can tell me that I'm wrong?
Remember, there is nothing wrong with a healthy sense of self-respect.
But how can we know that dragons did not exist? We have never actually BEEN to the Dark Ages.