You want society to accept you, but you can’t even accept yourself.

You don’t win wars with niceness, doctor. You win wars with guts.

It was at times a long, difficult road. But I’m glad it was long and difficult, because if I hadn’t gone through hell to get there, the lesson might not have been as clear. See kids, right from the moment I met your mom, I knew. I have to love this woman as much as I can, for as long as I can, and never stop loving her, not even for a second. I carried that lesson with me through every stupid fight we ever had, every 5 am Christmas morning, every sleepy Sunday afternoon. Through every speed bump, every pang of jealousy or boredom or uncertainty that came our way, I carried that lesson with me. And I carried it with me when she got sick. Even then, in what can only be called the worst of times, all I could do was thank God. Thank every god there is, or was, or ever will be, and the whole universe and anyone else I could possibly thank, that I saw that beautiful girl on that train platform. And that I had the guts to stand up, walk over to her, tap her on the shoulder, open my mouth, and speak.

If this is to end in fire, then we should all burn together.

It’s not easy to do what you did. You made my men, some of the most highly trained professionals in the world, look like a bunch of minimum-wage mall cops.

Mako Mori (Pacific Rim)

bahtmun:

Confront your fate.

Yes, all men must die, but we are not men.

hold on, little soldier (x)