Now, the question of the hour is, who's got the Pandorica? Answer, I do. Next question, who's coming to take it from me? Come on! Look at me, no plan, no backup, no weapons worth a damn. Oh, and something else - I don't have anything to lose! So, if you're sitting up there in your silly little spaceship with all your silly little guns, and you've got any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight, just remember who's standing in your way. Remember every black day I ever stopped you. And then, and THEN, do the smart thing. Let somebody else try first.
- Matt Smith
topic: Smart, Silly, Gun, Eleventh Hour, Doctor Who
God is the hardest taskmaster I have known on this earth, and he tries you through and through. And when you find that your faith is failing or your body is failing you, and you are sinking, he comes to your assistance somehow or other and proves to you that you must not lose your faith and that he is always at your beck and call, but on his terms, not on your terms. So I have found. I cannot really recall a single instance when, at the eleventh hour, he has forsaken me.
- Mahatma Gandhi
source: Mahatma Gandhi (1971). “Collected Works of Mahatma Gandhi”
topic: Faith, Trying, Body, Eleventh Hour, Beck And Call
I, who cannot stay in my chamber for a single day without acquiring some rust,... confess that I am astonished at the power of endurance, to say nothing of the moral insensibility, of my neighbors who confine themselves to shops and offices the whole day for weeks and months, aye, and years almost together. I know not what manner of stuff they are of,--sitting there now at three o'clock in the afternoon, as if it were three o'clock in the morning.
- Henry David Thoreau
topic: Morning, Work, Years, Insensibility, Walks In Nature
Eight full lives,” I whispered against his jaw, my voice breaking. “Eight full lives and I never found anyone I would stay on a planet for, anyone I would follow when they left. I never found a partner. Why now? Why you? You're not of my species. How can you be my partner?” “It's a strange universe,” he murmured. “It's not fair,” I complained, echoing Sunny's words. It wasn't fair. How could I find this, find love–now, in this eleventh hour–and have to leave it? Was it fair that my soul and body couldn't reconcile? Was it fair that I had to love Melanie, too?
- Stephenie Meyer
topic: Eight, Soul And Body, Voice, Why Now, Eleventh Hour