30 Days of Doctor Who | Day 22: Favourite quote


100 favorite Doctor Who quotes [49/100] 
 → Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me. 


Makorra Headcanon: Mako is taken into the Spirit World by an evil Spirit and when he comes back he dosn’t remember anything about Korra. Even that he love her. 

Using a quote from my favorite book series (Hunger Games Trilogy: Mockingjay) and putting it with my two favorite people? Yes please!




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But it was, it was a better life. I don’t mean all the traveling and seeing aliens and spaceships and things. That don’t matter. The Doctor showed me a better way of living your life. You know, he showed you too. You don’t just give up. You don’t just let things happen. You make a stand. You say ‘no.’ You have the guts to do what’s right when everyone else just runs away!

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Shut up! I can’t let you die without knowing you are loved. By so many and so much, and by no one more than me.

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To the everlasting credit of the people of District 12, not one person claps. Not even the ones holding betting slips, the ones who are usually beyond caring. Possibly because they know me from the Hob, or knew my father, or have encountered Prim, who no one can help loving. So instead of acknowledging applause, I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest from of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.

Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don’t expect it because I don’t think of District 12 as a place that cares about me. But a shift has occurred since I stepped up to take Prim’s place, and now it seems I have become someone precious. At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.
-The Hunger Games

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“Your favorite color…it’s green?”
“That’s right.” Then I think of something to add. “And yours is orange.”
“Orange?” He seems unconvinced.
“Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset,” I say. “At least, that’s what you told me once.”
“Oh.” He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. “Thank you.”
But more words tumble out. “You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.” 

Mockingjay, 271


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I carried [Rudy] softly through the broken street…with him I tried a little harder. I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse Owens as he ran through an imaginary tape. I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor. He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

— The Book Thief, Markus Zusak. (via lieselmemingers)