He speaks with the confidence of someone in full and easy possession of the truth, as if discovery is something long left to the past, as if he has endured his trials and paid his penance and now basks in the abiding glow of enlightenment.

And no, not a day goes by! Not a blessed day! But you're still somehow part of my life, and you won't go away! So there's hell to pay! And until I die, I'll die day after day after day after day after day after day after day –

The idea that somehow, a fundamental boundary is being violated is basically at the root of all horror, whether explicitly (such as a gateway to hell opening) or subtly (in that something not right seems to have made its way into our realm of the mundane).

While it may come as a shock, I wasn't born to love you.

You should realize why it is foolish to be afraid. Consider: a little over three years ago, you were a milkmaid and I was a farm boy. Now you are almost a queen and I rule uncontested on the water. Surely, such individuals were never intended to die in a Fire Swamp.

The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.

As is well known, the return of the beloved does not correct the loss of the beloved: Persephone returns home, stained with red juice.

Whining and pining is wrong and so on and so forth, of course, of course, but no, you can't have a divorce!

Geordi saw a handsome face, unafraid of its own features, a face that could show many feelings, from courage to calculation, confusion to compassion, to those sensitive enough to see its minute changes. And Data’s eyes, no matter their brimstone cast, were unfailingly gentle.

twin hero-wizards, warriors and mischief-makers, the pride and the torment of their home

Your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking, and Dad would dream of all the different ways to die: each one a little more than he could dare to try.

Nothing in the world belongs to me but my love, mine, all mine, all mine…

If we don’t go into the past and find out how we got this way, we will think that we were always this way.

None of this is thy doing, child. Twas I who set the Oracle on her path unto the First. I who condemned you all to suffer these torments. Tis my sin alone, and one that will haunt me unto my dying day.

Around heroes, people are wont to flock. People who harbor all manner of motives, each baser than the last. Come, let the curtain rise on the grand melee. No more than they deserve. In the end, their hand of friendship was tainted with personal desire.

I just think if you two were meant to be together… it would’ve happened by now. I’m sorry. I’m a terrible friend. And an even worse person. You’re not – Can we just pretend this whole conversation never happened? I’d like that very much. I love you. And I’m sorry. It’s okay.

“Oh, man, this one time, Ianto – I told you about him, right?” There's a soft expression on Jack's face, and the Doctor just nods and lets him talk.

He could read every book on the subject, but it didn’t make him understand the effortless way other people went about things. His attempts at friendship, at romance – all of it felt artificial. He felt like he was scrambling for purchase and no one was handing him a rope.

They’re gone. All you’re doing right now is hurting the people who you still have.

To hear you speak about the things that excite you is a privilege I will not willingly cede. You don’t think it’s rude that I just go on about things? Oh, of course. It’s terribly bad manners. But that has never stopped me loving you for it. And I do love you, by the way.

Stephano looked back at everyone silently, his face fluttering as he tried to decide whether to come clean, a phrase which here means “admit that he’s really Count Olaf and up to no good,” or perpetuate his deception, a phrase which here means “lie, lie, lie.”

You said you wanted to stay friends and I said I would like that a lot, but are we still friends if we never talk?

It looks like my magic doesn’t actually get stronger the more I use it. Probably… the more I use my magic… the faster I rush toward death… What did…

In the street of money in the city of money in the country of money, our great country of money, we (forgive us) lived happily during the war.

(Cell phone ringing) I’m sorry, listeners, I’m going to have to get this. Um, hello? Cecil? Carlos?! Yes. Scientifically speaking, that is who I am.

It was a sickening relief to not live in that world.

In moments of peak despair, it is such a comfort – some would say a lifesaver – to have beautiful things to turn to that make you feel less alone. She had all those fireflies. We have this song.

The room was quiet. That is, the room was quiet, but the lovers were breathing. In the same way, the night was dark. It was dark, but the stars shone.

I can handle him. When he’s like this? I know you see him grieving over his dad and it hurts, and it eats you up inside. If he kept needling you, do you really think you’d say something? Or would you grin and bear it, because you – well. You know.

You’re trying to piss me off so I’ll go away. It’s not gonna work. What makes you so sure? Because you’ve been pissing me off without trying for over a decade, and I still haven’t gone away.