✨ Thread of Episodes ✨

Every day, I’m going to be posting 4 pictures from each Doctor Who episode from 2005-2020, along with a quote I like from that story.

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It’s gonna be a long journey...

#DoctorWho
“This box isn't just a London hopper, you know. It goes anywhere in the universe, free of charge. What do you think? You could stay here, fill your life with work and food and sleep, or you could go... anywhere.”

“Is it always this dangerous?”

“Yeah.”
“You lot, you spend all your time thinking about dying, like you're going to get killed by eggs or beef or global warming or asteroids. But you never take time to imagine the impossible - that maybe you survive.”
“Séances? Nothing but luminous tambourines and a squeeze box concealed between the knees. This girl knows nothing!”

“Now, don't antagonise her. I love a happy medium.”

“I can't believe you just said that.”
"I've seen all that stuff up there, the size of it, and I can't say a word. Aliens and spaceships and things... and I'm the only person on planet Earth who knows they exist."

*spaceship falls out the sky, crashes into Big Ben and lands in the Thames*

"Oh that's just not fair."
“This is my life. It's not fun, it's not smart, it's just standing up and making a decision because nobody else will.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“I could save the world but lose you...”
“Alright, then. If you want orders, follow this one... Kill yourself.”

“The Daleks must survive!”

“The Daleks have failed! Why don't you finish the job and make the Daleks extinct? Rid the universe of your filth. Why don't you just DIE?”

“...You would make a good Dalek.”
“Create a climate of fear and it's easy to keep the borders closed. It's just a matter of emphasis. The right word in the right broadcast repeated often enough can destabilise an economy, invent an enemy, change a vote...”
“I'm so useless I couldn't even die properly. Now it's my fault all of this has happened.”

“This is MY fault.”

“No, love. I'm your dad. It's my job for it to be my fault.”
“Mummy? Please let me in, Mummy. Please let me in...”

“You mustn't let him touch you!”

“What happens if he touches me?”

“He'll make you like him.”

“And what's he like?”

“...He's empty.”
“Relax, he's a 51st century guy. He's just a bit more flexible when it comes to dancing. By his time, you lot have spread out across half the galaxy.”

“Meaning?”

“So many species, so little time.”

“What, that's what we do when we get out there? We seek new life and-“

“Dance.”
“The Lord Mayor says thank you for popping by... She'd love to have a chat, but she's up to her eyes in paperwork! Perhaps if you could make an appointment for next week?”

“She's climbing out of the window, isn't she?”

“Yes, she is.”
"They've been hiding. My masters hiding in the dark space, watching, shaping the Earth, so many years..."

"Who are they?"

"They wait and plan and grow in numbers. They're strong now, my masters."

"Tell me, who are they?"

"But speak of you. My masters, they fear the Doctor..."
“Before I go...”

“Don't say that.”

“Rose. Before I go, I just want to tell you, you were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic... And do you know what? So was I.”
“Look at these people. These human beings. Consider their potential. From the day they arrive on the planet and, blinking, step into the sun, there is more to see than can ever be seen... More to do than- No, hold on. Sorry, that's The Lion King. But the point still stands.”
“Goodness me, I'm a man. Yum! So many parts. And hardly used... Oh, oh, two hearts! Oh, baby, I'm beating out a samba!”

“Get out of him!”

“Ooh, he's slim. And a little bit foxy. You've thought so too. I've been inside your head. You've been looking... You LIKE it.”
“I'll tell you something else. We just met Queen Victoria!”

“I know!”

“What a laugh!”

“I want her to say ‘We are not amused’. I bet you five quid I can make her say it.”

“Well if I gambled on that, it'd be an abuse of my privileges of traveller in time.”

“Ten quid?”

“Done.”
“The universe has to move forward. Pain and loss, they define us as much as happiness or love. Whether it's a world, or a relationship, everything has its time. And everything ends.”
“One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel.”
“It's happening again...”

“What do you mean?”

“I've seem them before.”

“What are they?”

“...Cybermen.”
“We've had a laugh though, haven't we? Seen it all, been there and back. Who would have thought, me and you off the old estate, flying through the stars?”

“All those years just sitting there... imagining what we'd do one day. We never saw this, did we?”
“You going my way, doll?”

“Is there any other way to go, daddy-o? Straight from the fridge, man!”
“To generate that gravity field, you'd need a power source with an inverted self extrapolating reflex of 6 to the power of 6 every 6 seconds.”

“...That's a lot of sixes.”
“They chained me in the pit for all eternity.”

“When?”

“Before time.”

“What does ‘before time’ mean?”

“Before light, time, space and matter. Before the cataclysm. Before this universe was created.”

“Impossible. No life could’ve existed back then...”

“Is that YOUR religion?”
“You’re not from Raxacoricofallapatorius, are you?”

“No, I'm not the swine! I spit on them. I was born on their twin planet.”

“Really? What's the twin planet of Raxacoricofallapatorius?”

“Clom.”

“...Clom?”

“Clom, yes.”
“You know what? They keep on trying to split us up, but they never ever will.”

“Never say never ever.”

“Nah, we'll always be okay, you and me... Don't you reckon, Doctor?”
(“How long are you going to stay with me?”

“Forever.”)

“That's what I thought. But then came the Army of Ghosts. Then came Torchwood and the War. And that's when it all ended...

...This is the story of how I died.”
“I... I love you.”

“Quite right, too. And I suppose... if it’s my last chance to say it...

Rose Tyler...”
“Just... promise me one thing. Find someone.”

“I don't need anyone.”

“Yes, you do. Because sometimes... I think you need someone to stop you.”
“Welcome aboard, Miss Jones.”

“It’s my pleasure, Mr Smith.”
“A theatre's magic, isn't it? Stand on this stage, say the right words with the right emphasis at the right time. You can make men weep, or cry with joy. Change them.”

“It's like your police box. Small wooden box with all that power inside!”

“Oh. Oh, Martha Jones, I like you.”
“I have seen so much. Perhaps too much. I am the last of my kind, as you are the last of yours, Doctor.”

“That's why we have to survive. Both of us. Don't go.”

“I must. But know this, Time Lord...

You Are Not Alone.”
“They survived. They always survive while I lose everything...”
“I'm telling you to go back to Hooverville.”

“And I'm telling you I'm not going.”

“Martha, that's an order!”

“Who are you, then? Some sort of Dalek?”
“Some people live more in twenty years than others do in eighty. It's not the time that matters, it's the person.”
“Here comes the sun...”
“It's Monday, November 10th, 1913, and you're completely human, sir. As human as they come.”

“Mmm, that's me. Completely human...”
“He's like fire, and ice, and rage. He's like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun. He's ancient and forever. He burns at the centre of time and he can see the turn of the universe.

...And he's wonderful.”
“They're coming. The angels are coming for you. But listen, your life could depend on this: Don't blink. Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink.

Good luck...”
“Chan Professor, please-“

“That is not my name! ‘The Professor’ was an invention. So perfect a disguise that I forgot who I am.”

“Chan, then who are you, tho?”

“I... am... The Master.”
“Children of Gallifrey were taken for initiation. You stand there, eight years old, staring at the raw power of time and space, just a child... Some would be inspired. Some would run away. And some would go mad...”

“What about you?”

“Oh, the one that ran away. I never stopped.”
“Martha Jones, you saved the world.”

“Yes, I did. I spent a lot of time with you thinking I was second best, but d’you know what? I am good.”
“I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord. I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. I'm nine hundred and three years old and I'm the man who's going to save your lives and all six billion people on the planet below. You got a problem with that?”
“I just wanna mate.”

“...You just want TO MATE?”

“I just want A mate!”

“You're not mating with me, sunshine!”
“But your own planet... It burned.”

“That's just it. Don't you see, Donna? Can't you understand? If I could go back and save them, then I would, but I can't. I can never go back. I can't. I just can't.”

“Just someone... Please. Not the whole town. Just save someone...”
“We thank you, Doctor Donna, friends of Oodkind. And what of you now? Will you stay? There is room in the song for you.”

“Oh, I've sort of got a song of my own, thanks.”

“I think your song must end soon.”

“Meaning?

“Every song must end...”
“You need to be careful. Because you know the Doctor. He's wonderful, he's brilliant... but he's like fire. Stand too close and people get burnt.”
“Now you go with him, that wonderful Doctor. And you go and see the stars. And then... bring a bit of them back for your old Gramps, eh?”
“Donna, I've been a father before.”

“What?”

“I lost all that a long time ago, along with everything else.”

“I'm sorry. I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me? You talk all the time, but you don't SAY anything...”
“What do you need, Doctor?!”

“Salt! I was miming salt. It's salt, I need something salty!”

“What about this?”

“What is it?”

“Salt!”

“No, that’s too salty.”

“Oh, that's TOO salty.”
“Look at you. Oh, you're young.”

“I'm really not, you know.”

“No, but you are. Your eyes... You're younger than I've ever seen you.”

“You've seen me before, then?”

“Doctor... please tell me you know who I am.”

“...Who are you?”
“Everybody knows that everybody dies, and nobody knows it like the Doctor. But I do think that all the skies of all the worlds might just turn dark, if he ever... for one moment... accepts it.”
“That noise from outside... it's stopped.”

“Well, thank God for that.”

“But what if it's not outside anymore... What if it's inside?”
"She said the darkness is coming."

"Who was she?"

"I don't know"

"What did she look like?"

"She was... blonde."

"What was her name? Donna, what was her name?"

"But she told me to warn you. She said 2 words."

"What 2 words? What were they? What did she say?"

"...Bad Wolf."
"Think, Donna. When you met Rose in that parallel world, what did she say?"

"Just 'the darkness is coming'."

"Anything else?"

"...Why don't you ask her yourself?"
"I'll watch out for you, sir."

"You can't ever tell her."

"No, no. But every night, Doctor, when it gets dark, and the stars come out... I'll look up. On her behalf. I'll look up at the sky... and think of you."

"Thank you."
“I saw the Doctor's life. You were never alone. All those bright and shining companions. But not any more? Might I ask why not?”

“They leave. Because they should. Or they find someone else. And some of them... forget me. I suppose in the end... they break my heart.”
“Doctor? You take care now.”

“You too. Chops and gravy, lovely!”

“No... but you be careful. Because your song is ending, sir.”

“What do you mean?”

“It is returning. It is returning through the dark. And then, Doctor? Oh, but then... he will knock four times.”
“You die on Mars. You die today.”

“I won't die. I will not. Help me... Why won't you help, Doctor? If you know all of this, why can't you change it?”

“I can’t. I'm sorry, but I can't. Sometimes I can, sometimes I do. Most times I can save someone, or anyone. But not you...”
“This day was the day upon which the whole of creation would change forever. This was the day... the Time Lords returned. For Gallifrey!”

(“For Gallifrey!”)

“For victory!”

(“For victory!”)

“For the End of Time itself!”

(“For the End of Time itself!”)
“This song is ending, but the story never ends...”
“Five minutes. Give me five minutes, I'll be right back.”

“People always say that...”

“Am I people? Do I even look like people? Trust me. I'm the Doctor.”
“What if you were really old, and really kind, and alone? Your whole race dead. No future. What couldn't you do then? If you were that old, and that kind, and the very last of your kind... you couldn't just stand there and watch children cry.”
(Dalek Voice)

“Would you care for some tea?”
“What if we had ideas that could think for themselves? What if one day our dreams no longer needed us? When these things occur and are held to be true, the time will be upon us...

...The Time of Angels.”
“The Angels are feasting, sir. Soon we will be able to absorb enough power to consume this vessel, this world, and all the stars and worlds beyond.”

“...Well, we've got comfy chairs. Did I mention?”

“We have no need of comfy chairs.”

“I made him say comfy chairs.”
"The people upstairs are very noisy."

"There aren't any people upstairs."

"D'you know, I KNEW you were going to say that. Did anyone else know he was going to say that?"
“Pick a world, and this nightmare will all be over. They'll listen to you, it's you they're waiting for. Amy's men. Amy's choice...”
“Is it monsters coming? Have you met monsters before?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you scared of them?”

“No, they're scared of me.”
“If you forget him, you'll lose him forever.”

“Don't tell me it's going to be okay, you have to make it okay.”

“It's going to be hard, but you can do it, Amy. Rory's only alive in your memory. Keep hold of him, don't let anything distract you. Rory still lives in your mind...”
“The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant.”
“If you ever need me out of your hair, just give me a shout, okay?”

“Why would I want that?”

“In case you want to bring someone round. A girlfriend, or a boyfriend?”

“Oh, I will. I'll shout if that happens. Yes. Something like... I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS.”
“There was a goblin, or a trickster, or a warrior. A nameless, terrible thing, soaked in the blood of a billion galaxies...”

“How did it end up in there?”

“You know fairy tales. A good wizard tricked it.”

“I hate good wizards in fairy tales. They always turn out to be him.”
‘Something Old,
Something New,
Something Borrowed,
Something Blue.’
“Who's she?”

“Nobody important.”

“Nobody important? Blimey, that's amazing. D’you know, in 900 years of time and space, I've never met anyone who wasn't important before.”
“Trust me. You have to do this and you can’t ask why.”

“Are you being threatened? Is someone making you say that?”

“No.”

“Swear to me. Swear to me on something that matters.”

“Fish Fingers and Custard.”
“You know what they say... there’s a first time for everything.”

“And a last time...”
“You just have to resuscitate me. You've seen them do it loads of times in films.”

“Rory, this isn't a film, okay? What if I do it wrong?”

“You won’t. I trust you.”

“What about the Doctor? Why do I have to be the one to save you?”

“Because I know you'll never give up.”
“I'll always be here, but this is when we talked, and now even that has come to an end. There's something I didn't get to say to you.”

“Goodbye?”

“No. I just wanted to say... hello. Hello, Doctor. It's so very, very nice to meet you.”
“There are people coming. Well, almost.”

“Almost coming?”

“Almost people.”
“Doctor, I am frightened. I'm properly, properly scared.”

“Don't be. Hold on. We're coming for you, I swear. Whatever happens, however hard, however far, we will find you.”

“I'm right here...”

“No, you're not. You haven't been here for a long, long time...”
“They don't have a word for Pond, because the only water in the forest is the River. The Doctor will find your daughter, and he will care for her whatever it takes. And I know that...

It's me... I'm Melody... I'm your daughter.”
“What are you doing here?”

“Well, I was on my way to this gay Gypsy Bar-Mitzvah for the disabled, when I thought ‘Gosh, the Third Reich's a bit rubbish! I think I'll kill the Fuhrer’. Who's with me?”
‘Tick tock, goes the clock,
He cradled and he rocked her,
Tick tock, goes the clock,
Even for The Doctor.’
“You know when you meet someone beautiful, then talk to them and they're as dull as a brick? Then there's people, and you think ‘not bad’. And then you get to know them, and their face... becomes them, like their personality's written all over it. And they become so beautiful...”
“You know, Howie had been in speech therapy. He'd just got over this massive stammer. What an achievement. I mean, can you imagine? I'd forgotten not all victories are about saving the universe.”
“You know, when I was little like you, I dreamt of the stars. I think it's fair to say in the language of your age, that I lived my dream.”
“I had to die. I didn't have to die alone. Amy and Rory. The Last Centurion and the Girl Who Waited. However dark it got, I'd turn around, and there they’d be. If it's time to go, remember what you're leaving. Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me.”
"Why do I keep shouting at them?"

"Every time you see them happy, you remember how sad they're going to be, and it breaks your heart. Because what's the point in being happy now if they're going to be sad later? The answer is, of course, because they are going to be sad later."
“Rescue me, chin boy, and show me the stars!”

“Does it look real to you? Where you are right now?”

“It is real...”

“It's a dream, Oswin. You dreamed it for yourself because the truth was too terrible. Because you are... a Dalek.”
“I just worry there'll come a time when you never turn up. That something will have happened to you and I'll still be waiting, never knowing.”

“No! Come on, Pond. You'll be there till the end of me.”

“Or vice versa...”
"Every time I negotiate, I try to understand. Well, not today. Today, I honour the victims first. All the people who died because of my mercy!"

"You see, this is what happens when you travel alone for too long. Listen to me. We can't be like him. We have to be better than him."
"Our lives won't run the same. They can't. One day, soon maybe, you'll stop. I've known for a while."

"Then why do you keep coming back for us?"

"Because you were the first. The first face this face saw. And you're seared onto my hearts, Amelia Pond. You always will be."
"There's a little girl waiting in a garden. Tell her she'll fall in love with a man who'll wait 2000 years to keep her safe. She'll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived, and save a whale in outer space. Tell her this is the story of Amelia Pond. And this how it ends."
"It's called the TARDIS. It can travel anywhere in time and space. And it's mine."

"But it's... Look at it, it's..."

"Go on, say it. Most people do."

"...It's smaller on the outside."
"Clara... In your book there was a leaf. Why?"

"That wasn't a leaf. That was page one."
“I saw the birth of the universe and I watched as time ran out, moment by moment, until nothing remained. No time. No space. Just me... I've watched universes freeze and creations burn. I've seen things you wouldn't believe, and I have lost things you will never understand...”
“It's an Ice Warrior. A native of the planet Mars. And we go way back. Way back...”

“A Martian? You can't be serious.”

“I'm always serious... With days off.”
“Doctor? 

“Yes?”

“I may be a teeny, tiny bit terrified. But I'm still a grown-up. There's no need to actually hold my hand.”

“Clara.”

“Yeah?”

“I'm not holding your hand...”
“Don't get into a spaceship with a madman. Didn't anyone ever teach you that?”
“I'm the Doctor, you're nuts and I'm going to stop you.”

“I'm afraid Mister Sweet and I cannot allow that!”

“Would it be impolite to ask why you and Mister Sweet are petrifying your workforce with diluted prehistoric leech venom?”
“You aren't the Doctor...”

“No, but I know who you are. You're the Impossible Girl. Oh, he's VERY interested in you.”

“Why am I impossible?”

“Hasn't he told you...?”
“Well, how about that? I'm Soufflé Girl after all.”

“No... Please...”

“If this works, get out of here as fast as you can. And spare me a thought now and then.”

“No... Clara...”

“In fact, you know what? Run. Run, you clever boy. And remember me.”
“Look at you. The three of you. The Warrior, the Hero, and you.”

“And what am I?”

“Have you really forgotten?”

“Yes. Maybe, yes.”

“We've got enough warriors. Any old idiot can be a hero.”

“Then what do I do?”

“What you've always done... Be a Doctor.”
“Raggedy Man... Good Night.”
“How long can you hold your breath...?”
“Don’t be lasagne.”
“You are her hero, I think.”

“I'm not a hero.”

“Well, neither am I. But if we both keep pretending to be... Perhaps others will be heroes in our name. Perhaps we will both be stories. And may those stories never end.”
“I know you’re afraid, but being afraid is alright. Because didn't anybody ever tell you? Fear is a superpower. Fear can make you faster, and cleverer, and stronger. If you're very wise, and very strong, fear doesn't have to make you cruel or cowardly. Fear can make you kind.”
"I still don't understand why you're in charge."

"Basically, it's the eyebrows."
"He's a solider! Why would you go out with a soldier? Why not get a dog or a big plant?"
"The moon isn't breaking apart. The moon is hatching!"

"Huh?"

"...The moon's an egg."
“Start the clock...”
"You are monsters. That is the role you seem determined to play. So it seems I must play mine: The man that stops the monsters."
"It's a human superpower, forgetting. If you remembered how things felt, you'd have stopped having wars. And stopped having babies."
"Who are you?"

"Oh, you know who I am. I'm Missy."

"Who's Missy?"

"Please, try to keep up. Short for Mistress. Well I couldn't very well keep calling myself... The Master, now could I?"
"Why don't you like hugging, Doctor?"

"Never trust a hug. It's just a way to hide your face."
"Do you know why people get together at Christmas? Because every time they do, it might be the last time. Every Christmas is Last Christmas, and this is ours."
"What's your name? Come on, faith in the future. Introduce yourself! Tell me the name of the boy who isn't going to die today."

"Davros. My name is Davros...”
"Which side are you on? Are you the enemy?"

"I'm not sure that any of that matters, friends, enemies. So long as there's mercy. Always mercy."
"Ahem. I'm very sorry for your loss. I'll do all I can to solve the death of your friend/family member/pet."
“Who composed Beethoven's Fifth?”
"I know where I got this face, and I know what it's for."

"Okay, what's it for?"

"To remind me. To hold me to the mark. I'm the Doctor, and I save people. And if anyone happens to be listening, and you've got any kind of a problem with that... to hell with you!"
"So what's wrong with Clara, then?"

"There's nothing wrong with her."

"Why haven't you made her immortal?"

"Well, look how you turned out."

"She'll die on you, you know. She'll blow away like smoke..."
“Truth or Consequences?”
"You have no idea who’s going to die. Whose children are going to scream, and burn. How many hearts will be broken... How many lives shattered... How much blood will spill until everybody does what they were always going to have to do from the very beginning. Sit down and TALK!"
"You will show this film to your family, won’t you? And your friends. And everyone really. And then we can all be together. Dust to dust. Excuse me... You’ve got something there... Just in the corner of your eye..."
"I'm not asking you for a promise, I'm giving you an order. You will not insult my memory. There will be no revenge. I will die and no one else will suffer."

"What about me?"

"If there was something I could do about that, I would. I guess we're both just gonna have to be brave"
"It's funny, the day you lose someone isn't the worst. At least you've got something to do. It's all the days they stay dead."
"What Clara told you in the Cloisters..."

"I don't remember a single thing about it."

"You said memories become stories when we forget them. Maybe some of them become songs."
"Nobody really understands where the music comes from. Even the locals aren't sure. All anyone will ever tell you is that when the wind stands fair, and the night is perfect, when you least expect it... but always when you need it the most... there is a Song."
"Things end. That's all. Everything ends, and it's always sad. But everything begins again too, and that's always happy. Be happy."
"Time."

"...Time?"

"And Relative Dimension In Space. It means... what the hell?"
"Between here and my office, before the kettle boils, is everything that ever happened or ever will. Make your choice."

"What choice?"

"Past or future..."
"Human progress isn't measured by industry, it's measured by the value you place on a life. An unimportant life. A life without privilege. The boy who died on the river, that boy's value is your value. That's what defines an age. That's what defines a species."
"Sleep is for tortoises."

"Not 'Time Lords'?"

"No, unless we've regenerated or had a big lunch."

"Regenerated?"

"...Oh, the questions, the questions..."
"The end point of capitalism. A bottom line where human life has no value at all. We're fighting an algorithm, a spreadsheet. Like every worker, everywhere, we're fighting the suits."
"I am your friend."

"It makes no difference."

"I know it doesn't. I know I'm going to die. I have to say it, the truth. Without hope. Without witness. Without reward. I am your friend..."
“The end of your life has already begun. There is a last place you will ever go, a last door you will ever walk through, a last sight you will ever see, and every step you ever take is moving you closer...”
"Humanity's doomed to never learn from its mistakes."

"Well, I guess that's part of our charm."

"No, it's really quite annoying."

"Why do you put up with us, then?"

"In amongst seven billion... there's someone like you. That's why I put up with the rest of them."
“You can deal with Martians and rocket ships, but you can't deal with us being the police?”

“No, it's just such a fanciful notion. A woman in the police force!”

“Listen, yeah? I'm gonna make allowances for your Victorian attitudes because... well, you actually are Victorian.”
“I don't even know why I'm crying. Why do I keep doing that?”

“Maybe you're trying to impress me. The alternative is that this is for real, and it's time for us to become friends again.”

“Do you think so?”

“I don't know. That's the trouble with hope. It's hard to resist...”
“We had a pact, me and him. Every star in the universe, we were going to see them all. But he was too busy burning them. I don't think she ever saw anything.”
“I do what I do because it's right. Because it's decent. And above all, it's kind. Just that. Just kind. Who I am is where I stand. Where I stand... is where I fall. Stand with me. These people are terrified. Maybe we can help, a little. Why not, just at the end... just be kind?”
“Remember, hate is always foolish, and love is always wise. Always try to be nice, but never fail to be kind. Laugh hard. Run fast. Be kind.

Doctor... I let you go.”
“Have you got family?”

“No. Lost them a long time ago.”

“How do you cope with that?”

“I carry them with me. What they would've thought and said and done. I make them a part of who I am. So even though they're gone from the world, they're never gone from me.”
“My beautiful Ghost Monument. Hello, you. I've missed you...”
“In 1999, Rosa receives the Congressional Medal from President Clinton, the highest award given to any civilian, recognising her as a living icon for freedom.”

“It took so long though. Her whole life.”

“Yes, it did. But she changed the world. In fact, she changed the universe.”
“Once I pull that lever, I'm never quite sure what's going to happen. You're not going to come back as the same people that left here.”

“But that's alright. I think that's good.”

“Look at you. My fam. No, still doesn't quite work... Team TARDIS?”

“Meh. We'll take that.”
“You were all light in dark times.”

“People prevail. Hope prevails.”
“Love, in all its forms, is the most powerful weapon we have, because love is a form of hope. And, like hope, love abides in the face of everything.”
“Remember - if you want it, Kerblam it!”
“We want certainty, security, to believe that people are evil or heroic. But that's not how people are. You want to know the secrets of existence? Start with the mysteries of the heart. I can show you everything if you stop being afraid of what you don't understand.”
“You are the maddest, most beautiful thing I've ever experienced, and I haven't even scratched the surface...”
"None of us know for sure what's out there. That's why we keep looking. Keep your faith. Travel hopefully. The universe will surprise you... constantly."
"You are weak. Humanity is weak."

"Except... I'm not human. Have a scan."

"Who are you? Identify!"

"Oh, mate... I'm the Doctor. Ring any bells?"
"Doctor, I did say look for the spymaster. Or should I say spy... Master?"
"These are the dark times. But they don't sustain. Darkness never sustains, even though sometimes it feels like it might."
"Humanity is busy arguing over the washing-up while the house burns down. Unless people face facts and change, catastrophe is coming. But it's not decided. You know that. The future is not fixed. It depends on billions of decisions and actions, and people stepping up."
"Don't give up."

"Whatever anyone says."

"Let them talk. The present is theirs. I work for the future. And the future is mine."
"You're probably a bit confused right now. I broke the glass... It's all come back to me."

"This... What is this?"

"That's my ship."

"...What?"

"Let me take it from the top. Hello... I'm the Doctor."
"Planet Earth. Seven billion lives. Separate and connected, from the edge of the atmosphere to the depths of the ocean."
"You're wrong about humans. They're not pathetic, they're magnificent. They live with their fears, doubts, guilts. They face them down every day, and they prevail. That's not weakness. That's strength."
"You want to sacrifice yourself for this? You want me to sacrifice you? You want to call it? Do it now. All of you."

"..."

"Yeah. Cos sometimes this team structure isn't flat. It's mountainous, with me at the summit in the stratosphere, alone, left to choose..."
"The Cybermen were defeated. The victors of a billion battles, broken. An empire of might and terror, fallen. Their weaknesses exploited. Their armies outfought. Every empire has its time, and every empire falls. But that which is dead can live again, in the hands of a believer."
"All this... it means I'm not who I thought I was."

"Because your memories aren't compatible with what you learnt today?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever been limited by who you were before?"
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