my birthday in paris. by mariell øyre on Flickr.

this is the story of amy pond

"I don’t shave for Sherlock Holmes."

"I must continue to follow the path I take now. If I do nothing, if I study nothing, if I cease searching, then, woe is me, I am lost. That is how I look at it — keep going, keep going come what may. But what is your final goal, you may ask. That goal will become clearer, will emerge slowly but surely, much as the rough draught turns into a sketch, and the sketch into a painting through the serious work done on it, through the elaboration of the original vague idea and through the consolidation of the first fleeting and passing thought". [x]

Sherlock Holmes is a great man, and I think one day — if we’re very very lucky — he might even be a good one.

I’m so happy for you detective, despite of who you’re marrying.

I tried so hard to help, and all it’s done is made things worse. Anyway, it doesn’t matter anymore, because I don’t want to play anymore. All it does is make you care too much. The more you care the more you have to lose.