#who

On this sacred path of Radical Acceptance, rather than striving for perfection, we discover how to love ourselves into wholeness. ↗

— Tara Brach

#perfectionism #wholeness #life

Rose:i love you Doctor:Quite right, and i guess if it's my last chance to say it... Rose Tyler... (the doctor fades, him in his TARDIS, with tear tracks and a tear running down his cheek) ↗

— Russell T. Davies

#doomsday #rose-tyler #the-doctor #love

I travelled across the world. From the ruins of New York, to the fusion mills of China, right across the radiation pits of Europe. And everywhere I went I saw people just like you, living as slaves! But if Martha Jones became a legend then that's wrong, because my name isn't important. There's someone else. The man who sent me out there, the man who told me to walk the Earth. And his name is The Doctor. He has saved your lives so many times and you never even knew he was there. He never stops. He never stays. He never asks to be thanked. But I've seen him, I know him... I love him... And I know what he can do. - Martha Jones ↗

— Russell T. Davies

#doctor-who #who #love

An intellectual snob is someone who can listen to the William Tell Overture and not think of The Lone Ranger. ↗

— Dan Rather

#listen #lone #lone ranger #overture #ranger

Eighth Doctor: I love humans. Always seeing patterns in things that aren’t there. ↗

— Matthew Jacobs

#love

Blood circulated through her veins with the fluidity of a song that branched off into the most hidden areas of her body and returned to her heart, purified by love. Before I left at dawn I drew the lines of her hand on a piece of paper and gave it to Diva Sahibí for a reading so I could know her soul. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#love

This is the goddess Fortuna. She brought luck - or took it away. But you'd put up with whatever she did. Because when she decided to favour you, it made everything worthwhile ↗

— Jacqueline Rayner

#love #mickey #rose-tyler #love

Mrs. Bittarcy rustled ominously, holding her peace meanwhile. She feared long words she did not understand. Beelzebub lay hid among too many syllables. ↗

— Algernon Blackwood

#love

Was there to be some healing after all? Was healing possible when grave damage had been done? Was wholeness possible when one had been horribly maimed. ↗

— Mary Balogh

#maim #wholeness #love

When Dawn looked at Vic, she saw Vic exactly as he wanted to be seen. Whereas Vic's parents couldn't help seeing who he used to be, and so many friends and strangers couldn't help seeing who he didn't want to be anymore, Dawn only saw him. Call it a blur if you want, but Dawn didn't see a blur. She saw a very distinct, very clear person. ↗

— David Levithan

#loving-who-you-are #transgender #love