We’re irrevocably tied together by history, a history that can never be erased. Even if we want to deny it, even it we want to pretend it never existed, it will always be a part of us. It will always, in some way, define who we are. -Susan Colasanti
I was incredibly moved by the blind support people had without ever getting reasons as to why I left. People trusted that what I was doing was what I needed to do, and that’s unconditional love from people who don’t even know me. That’s been the most beautiful thing out of this process.
“Knowing now what’s actually going to be revealed, I like to think that there may be some things we didn’t show, other things you may be able to glean, but right from the start, it tees up this relationship in a sliver of light that’s very direct and very hard, and it’s basically saying, ‘Pay attention this year, because I think this is gonna be the year of the Tiva, the Tony/Ziva.’ And we’ve done, now, multiple episodes where there’s been stuff going on and I think it all starts in that elevator, and it all starts with them repairing some of the damage that they did to each other over the years.” - Michael Weatherly
Love, being in love, isn’t a constant thing. It doesn’t always flow at the same strength. It’s not always like a river in flood. It’s more like the sea. It has tides, it ebbs and flows. The thing is, when love is real, whether it’s ebbing or flowing, it’s always there, it never goes away. And that’s the only proof you can have that it is real, and not just a crush or an infatuation or a passing fancy. - Aidan Chambers
“We are not called to fight the battles of our fathers with a blind faith. We are called to examine their wars, and moreover, to discern whether their actions were sinful or just. Furthermore, we are called to decide whether to correct the errors of our fathers battles through either peace, war, or some combination of the two. We are not bonded to our fathers’ fate, but rather called to build on their trespasses or triumphs for a better future.” -Christina Marrero
I’m used to talking to her all the time, about the most meaningless stuff. To have her gone feels like a loss, an absence haunting me every day. Without her, there’s just the empty space that used to be filled with laughter and friendship and comfort. Can you really blame me for finding it so hard to let go?
"Why am I here again?" Gibbs grumbled as he took in his surroundings. In front of them, four or five photo albums sat on the table before them, overflowing with wedding ideas, to his left was a flower display and champagne fountain.
Ziva turned to take in his obvious annoyance, “Because you’re walking me down the aisle and I would like your opinion believe it or not.”
"You and DiNozzo couldn’t just elope like normal people?" Gibbs leaned forward to open up one of the albums.
Ziva smiled at the memory, “We talked about it, but decided we wanted our family to be there.” She reached over to clasp her hand with his, “We wanted you to be there.”
Gibbs returned her grip and his annoyance seemed to lessen. “Just don’t tell me you’re pregnant…for at least six months…there’s only so much I can handle.”