
“If you die before you say her name, ser, I will hunt you through all seven hells.”
There’s something moving out there.
Sulley, you’re not supposed to name it. Once you name it, you start getting attached to it. Now put that thing back where it came from or so help me.

All that Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known.
“When my dragons are grown, we will take back what was stolen from me and destroy those who wronged me. We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground.”
When Amy asked the Doctor why he had to leave now, his reply originally began, “Because you still love it. Because you still love me.”
Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.