Consider the Possibility

❛ When you see beauty in desolation it changes something inside you. ❜

❛ That’s how the madness of the world tries to colonise you: from the outside in, forcing you to live in its reality. ❜

❛ The shadows of the abyss are like the petals of a monstrous flower that shall blossom within the skull and expand the mind beyond what any man can bear. ❜

❛ Silence creates violence. ❜

❛ Some questions will ruin you if you are denied the answer long enough. ❜

❛ There are certain kinds of connections that are so deep that when broken you feel the snap of it inside you. ❜

❛ Nothing that ever lived and breathed was truly objective—even in a vacuum, even if all that possessed the brain was a self-immolating desire for the truth. ❜

❛ We all live in a kind of continuous dream. ❜

❛ You can either waste time worrying about a death that might not come or concentrate on what’s left to you. ❜

❛ What can you do when your five senses are not enough? ❜

❛ We will neither be what we had been nor what we would become once we reach our destination. ❜

❛ Perhaps my only real expertise, my only talent, is to endure beyond the endurable. ❜

❛ When you are too close to the centre of a mystery there is no way to pull back. ❜

❛ I long ago stopped believing in promises. Biological imperatives, yes. Environmental factors, yes. Promises, no. ❜

❛ I look not for shooting stars but for fixed ones, and I try to imagine what kind of life lives in those celestial tidal pools so far from us. ❜

❛ I hesitated for just a moment. Some part of me wanted to see the creature, I think. If so, it was a very small part. I ran. ❜

❛ I don’t require any of this to have a deeper meaning. ❜

❛ All of this speculation is incomplete, inexact, inaccurate, useless. ❜

❛ We don’t have real answers, because we still don’t know what questions to ask. Our instruments are useless, our methodology broken, our motivations selfish. ❜

❛ This part I will do alone. Don’t follow. ❜

❛ People my entire life have told me I am too much in control, but that has never been the case. I have never truly been in control. ❜

❛ Has there always been someone like me to bury the bodies, to have regrets, to carry on after everyone else was dead? ❜

❛ I loved them, but I didn’t need them, and I thought that was the way it was supposed to be. ❜

❛ Places can impress themselves upon me, and I can become part of them with ease. ❜

❛ There is no one with me. I am all by myself. ❜

❛ Pretending often leads to becoming a reasonable facsimile of what you mimic. ❜

❛ I think you’re confusing suicide with self-destruction, and they’re very different. Almost none of us commit suicide, whereas almost all of us self-destruct. ❜

❛ What did you eat? You had rations for only two weeks. You were there for nearly four months. ❜

❛ Something here is making giant waves in the gene pool. ❜

❛ I need to know what’s inside. ❜

❛ These aren’t decisions. They’re impulses ❜

❛ What do you think I do when you’re away? Do you think I’m out in the garden pinning, looking up at the sky? ❜

❛ If I know what’s happened I can save their life. ❜

❛ They either went crazy or something in here killed them. ❜

It’s all for you; everything I do. 

Martha Jones and The Doctor / On Unrequited Love

—longing for love

We should hold each other more while we are still alive, even if it hurts.

You don’t have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back.

i miss you more than i remember you

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