#who

Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat. ↗

— Mother Teresa

#eat #everybody #forgotten #greater #hunger

The only water in the forest is the River. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#the-doctor-s-wife #wife

Melody Malone is the owner and sole employee of the Angel Detective Agency in Manhattan. She is possibly married but lives alone usually, and is older than both her parents. Sometimes. Why not visit her website? Ah – probably because the internet hasn’t been invented yet. Sorry, Sweetie. ↗

— Melody Malone

#internet

Do you know, when I am with you I am not afraid at all. It is a magic altogether curious that happens inside the heart. I wish I could take it with me when I leave. It is sad, my Grey. We are constrained by the rules of this Game we play. There is not one little place under those rules for me to be with you happily. Or apart happily, which is what makes it so unfair. I have discovered a curious fact about myself. An hour ago I was sure you were dead, and it hurt very much. Now you are alive, and it is only that I must leave you, and I find that even more painful. That is not at all logical. Do you know the Symposium, Grey? The Symposium of Plato. [He] says that lovers are like two parts of an egg that fit together perfectly. Each half is made for the other, the single match to it. We are incomplete alone. Together, we are whole. All men are seeking that other half of themselves. Do you remember? I think you are the other half of me. It was a great mix-up in heaven. A scandal. For you there was meant to be a pretty English schoolgirl in the city of Bath and for me some fine Italian pastry cook in Palermo. But the cradles were switched somehow, and it all ended up like this…of an impossibility beyond words. I wish I had never met you. And in all my life I will not forget lying beside you, body to body, and wanting you. ↗

— Joanna Bourne

#plato #soulmates #spies #two-halves-of-a-whole #life

Some women will spread a lie faster and wider than they’d spread their legs. These women are worse than whores. These women are politicians.
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— Jarod Kintz

#whores #women #politicians

I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day. ↗

— Frank Sinatra

#all day #day #drink #feel #going

It's Smith, actually.' Dr Smith smiled, bowing. 'I've remembered that my name is Smith. Almost definitely. Good old English name. Hopefully means 'noble valiant warriot' and not 'he who hits kittens with a hammer.' You'd be surprised the derivations of common surnames in the English countryside... ↗

— James Goss

#surnames #the-doctor #noble

My name is Bear. I am a reluctant homosexual (or, at least, I resemble one). My boyfr—er, life partner (gag!), is apparently like a forty-year-old woman, and his biological clock is exploding all over the place, and we don’t know how to turn off the alarm. We need a woman (ha!) to allow us to put our sperm into her so that we can create the miracle that is life! You, as the surrogate, must not be crazy!!!!! ↗

— T.J. Klune

#life

You don't want to take over the universe. You wouldn't know what to do with it beyond shout at it. ↗

— Steven Moffat

#doctor-who #the-doctor #doctor-who

As we learn about each other, so we learn about ourselves ↗

— William Hartnell

#doctor-who