Delenn: I don't know what to do. Tell me what to do.
<The Vorlons are silent. After seeing she isn't going to receive an answer, Delenn turns to leave>
Kosh: The truth, points to itself.
Delenn: What?
Kosh: The truth,... points to itself.
Delenn: I...I don't understand.
Ulkesh: You will. Now go.
Kosh: Go now. Before it is too late.

Delenn: I was there when our war against Earth began, when our ship encountered an Earth vessel for the first time. Afraid of us, of the unknown, they fired. I saw our leader dying. I heard the cries for revenge, for blood, for death. In return we nearly exterminated an entire species. My people are tired of war, G'Kar!

Delenn: If I fall, another will take my place, and another, and another.
Sebastian: But your great cause!
Delenn: This is my cause--Life! One life or a billion, it's all the same!
Sebastian: Then you make the sacrifice willingly? No fame. No armies or banners or cities to celebrate your name. You will die alone and unremarked and forgotten.
Delenn: This body is only a shell. You cannot touch me, you cannot harm me. I'm not afraid.

Delenn: It occurs to me I have never walked the length of this place, end to end.
John Sheridan: Well, Delenn, it's 5 miles long.
Delenn: I know. Coming?
Sheridan: Now?
Delenn: Now is all we have.

Delenn: It was the end of the Earth year 2261, and it was the dawn of a new age...for all of us. It was end of one chapter, and the beginning of another. The next twenty years would see great changes, great joy, and great sorrow. The Telepath War, and the Drakh War. The new Alliance would waver, and crack...but in the end, it would hold. Because what is built endures, and what is loved endures...and Babylon 5...Babylon 5 endures.

Delenn: Prophecy is a poor guide to the future. You only understand it when the event's already upon you.

Delenn: She has separated from her mother. Please find her.
Lennier: [looks around, somewhat lost] How?
Delenn: [to Lennier] Faith manages.
Delenn: [turning to Markab girl] What is her name?
Markab Girl: Mama.
[Delenn turns and looks at Lennier again]
Lennier: Faith manages.

Delenn: Summoned, I come. In Valen's name, I take the place that has been prepared for me. I am Grey. I stand between the candle and the star. We are Grey. We stand between the darkness and the light.

Delenn: Taking on human characteristics has been something of an education for both of us!
Ivanova: Well, if you have any other problems, any other questions at all, just ask! [They step into a transport tube.]
Delenn: Well...now that you mention it...do you have any idea why I suddenly started getting these...odd cramps?

Delenn: The third principle of sentient life is its capacity for self-sacrifice, for a cause...a loved one...for a friend.

Delenn: There are moments when we all become someone else, something other than what we are. It takes only a moment. But we spend the rest of our lives looking back at that moment in shame.

Delenn: There is something I've been wondering. Why Babylon 5? If the prior four stations were lost or destroyed, why build another?
Sinclair: Plain old human stubbornness, I guess. When something we value is destroyed, we rebuild it. If it's destroyed again, we rebuild it again. And again, and again, and...again, until it stays. That, as our poet Tennyson once said, is the goal: "To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."
Delenn: A poet?
Sinclair: Someone who writes poems. [She gives him a confused look.] A poem. A story in meter or rhyme.
Delenn: [smiling] Ah! "There once was a man from Nantucket."
Sinclair: [chuckles] You've been talking to Garibaldi again, haven't you?
Delenn: Yes. How did you know?
Sinclair: [smiling] Oh, just a wild guess.

Delenn: They are in pain. Frightened. Dying. Minbari are taught that, at such a times, the afflicted should be ministered to, comforted.
John Sheridan: They're not your own people, Delenn!
Delenn: I didn't know that similarity was required for the exercise of compassion.

Delenn: They will join with the souls of all our people. Melt one into another until they are born into the next generation of Minbari. Remove those souls and the whole suffers. We are diminished, each generation becomes less than the one before.
Soul Hunter: A quaint lie, pretty fantasy. The soul ends with death, unless we act to preserve it.

Delenn: We are all born as molecules in the hearts of a billion stars. Molecules that do not understand politics or policies or differences. Over a billion years, we foolish molecules forget who we are and where we came from. In desperate acts of ego, we give ourselves names, fight over lines on maps, and pretend that our light is better than everyone else's.