A real pioneer should be clearing the way for all humanity—instead of jumping headfirst into the abyss, never to return!

No—certain rots are sweeter than others. Certain rots yield wines.

Sounds like you're tired. You weren't created to be a savior. You can't level a mountain with a finger, or destroy a city with your eyes. Haha... Just what kind of plebeian would hope that you were invincible?

The Deviless lifts the lid of the crate. The light from the souls within illuminates her face. She stares at them for a long moment, and then tears begin to roll silently down her face. "Thank you," she says. "I've missed them so."

I had too many selves for God to save. None of my selves knew how to say sorry. None of my selves knew each other.

hey, can we go on land? 𝗻𝗼 why? 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗿

You're a sinkhole. There's no room in your soul for anything but the hunt, is there? You barely feel at all.

You never even loved yourself! You're all you have and you never even learned to like yourself!

Aw, fatalism looks cute on you.

"Be quiet." He didn't shout. He said it calmly, in a low voice. "These are my people who will die today. Be quiet, Andalite. Be quiet."

How lovely it would be for this moment to last forever... I wish I could hold on to this time we have stolen...that you and I could create a world without end.

Kristen, oh, Kristen... So this is the God you spoke of?

When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.

"You left the Maylander Foundation because of Control." "A scientist stops being a scientist when she develops an emotional attachment to her test subject, right? You, of all people, should understand."

And it made me love him a little less, and the memory of that smile hurt deep down in the place where I kept all my secrets and my sorrows.

Perhaps She needs to rest from time to time. Perhaps She laments like all of us. Perhaps we’re asking too much.

I did not come here to suffer. I did not come here to suffer.

"Enya... I think... I can’t stay by your side, this time around." "But you promised me."

My existence is fading away. I am dying. Well, this sure sounds like something a bastard like me would do.

I have loved since you. But when the new paint gets scratched, there you are underneath.

I love you. In the end, that's all I had to say.

If I have nothing else, I will have my revenge.

This is the cost of your pride. Sympathy is the evil liquor that the proud are most fond of.

"I mean, you're dead set on soaring through the skies, and your field is high-energy physics, so wouldn't you wanna call it 'Rhine Physics' instead?" "...No. We'll stick with 'Rhine Lab.' It's a good name."

The sudden change of mass robs Saria of her voice, and she fails to yell out anything at all. She also knows that there is nothing she can grab, but still stretches her hand out.

Have you filled your life with beauty?

It stirs in you grief, and reminiscence, and discomfort... It is part of you, yet you reject it with all you can.

Hold on, hold on, I have to protest. Do you think I would choose to live without you?

She does not turn around to look at Kristen. She does not want Kristen to see the look on her face.

I know how this sounds. But she's the only person who makes me feel like—like I make sense.

The clouds fold and unfold, the tide ebbs and flows. It was meant to be.

When the trees drink their bodies at last, I wonder if they taste the ocean.

On the night of my death, your despair was so loud that I could hear it clawing through the earth to find me.

Rest for a while, won't you? Do not worry over your enemies for now. While I'm here, there is no threat.

We used to want the same things, when we were growing up. But somewhere along the way I started hoping for too much.

She places a slender, sallow hand on your wrist. Through your cuff, it's warm as a stone in the sun.

This potato only generates 1.1 volts of electricity. I literally do not have the energy to lie to you.

Want the markings made on my skin to mean something to me again. Hope you haven't left without me. Hope you haven't left without me, please...

I'm telling you, you're all I need. I'll never leave. You can drag me through hell if it meant I could hold your hand. I will follow you.

Most people think that the hard part of surgery is finding what's wrong and taking it out, but any fool could do that. A ship's cook with a cleaver can have that part of the job. The hard part is cutting so you can sew it all back up again afterwards.

Any second now she would fall. Any second now. When she remained standing, she had no choice but to forge on.

We sent for the Great Light and you bring us *this*? We didn't ask what it *seems like*, we asked what it *is*!

I wanna be known by you. I wanna be known by you.

I need you more than anything in my life I want you more than anything in my life I'll miss you more than anyone in my life I love you more than anyone in my life

The clouds fold and unfold, the tide ebbs and flows. It was meant to be.

Somehow I feel as though your acceptance alone is my salvation.

When you've suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling.

These things have become your nourishment. And now, all that nourishment has transformed into your strength. You have not lost yourself amidst the turmoil, and you have made your choice. Congratulations, my child, my envoy, my friend, my sister.

Unless you have proof that the other person loves you first, you don't want to love them back. ...Right?

It's okay to love something a little too much, as long as it's real to you.