That’s it, isn’t it? All creatures searching for a place to belong. To call home. As for me, I am the Watcher. The Multiverse, every single world, every story is my home, and I will protect it to the end.
Sometimes the best weapon in your arsenal is just a good argument.
No treasure is worth as much as the good that can be done with it.
Heroes are not born, they’re forged in darkness. Shaped in battle. Defined by sacrifice.
Either make a pact with a god or deal with a devil.
Where I come from, history has never looked kindly on those who lock men in cages.[The Collector: I prefer you in the cage.]
We all have someone fighting for us. Would be nice if we could fight for them.
The war is out there, Colonel, not in here. If we’re going to win, it won’t be with me stuck behind a desk.[to Flynn]
The name is Thor, with a “T” and an “R” and an “O” and a “H.” But not in that order.[Captain Marvel: Hey, Whitesnake. We need to chat.]
The galaxy, to your eyes, a hundred billion points of light. But where you see light, I see worlds and the countless stories that fill them. But in a Multiverse of infinite possibility, is your destiny determined by your nature or by the nature of your world?
The end of the world began with one man’s dream.
The Avengers were always meant to be more than a team. They were an idea, the affirmation of humanity’s need to believe that in our darkest hour, we will find our heroes.
