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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b63396b | You spoke the truth, Percy Jackson. You are nothing like... like Hercules. I am honored that you carry this sword. | zoe-nightshade | Rick Riordan | |
| 9908329 | We were alone in a strange mansion with a baboon, a crocodile, and a weird cat. And apparently, the entire world was in danger. I looked at Sadie. "What do we do now?" | Rick Riordan | ||
| 2057347 | Percy: Dad- Poseidon: Very well! It shall be as you say. But my son, pray this works. Percy: I'm praying, I'm talking to you, right? Poseidon: Oh...yes. Good point. | percy-jackson poseidon | Rick Riordan | |
| 6c553ed | I still don't get it" Coach Hedge muttered as they roamed the centre aisle. "They named a whole town after Leo's table?" "I think the town was here first, Coach" Nico said." -- | nico-di-angelo percy-jackson the-blood-of-olympus | Rick Riordan | |
| c570219 | The taller they are, the longer they fall. | Rick Riordan | ||
| c155c28 | Hades took off his helm. His complexion was even paler than usual. He had a bad case of helmet hair. He was sweating and nervous and blinking like he had something in his eyes. "I am Hades," he said in a squeaky voice. "I love you." | Rick Riordan | ||
| ec38c4d | It wasn't Leo's finest moment. Panic seized him, and he took off. His only comfort was that his friends did, too - and they weren't the cowardly type. | Rick Riordan | ||
| cb4c72d | What was I up to, you may ask? I certainly didn't want to meet Monsieur Evil again or creepy old Lord Salamander. | Rick Riordan | ||
| ec20a18 | If Aphrodite is angry, she might make you fall in love with a toy poodle, or a telephone pole. | Rick Riordan | ||
| d7f9881 | Throwing down your staff may sound like a sign of surrender, but in Egyptian magic, it's bad news. It usually means, 'Hey, I'm going to summon a big nasty thing to kill you while I stand safely inside my circle and laugh'. | throne-of-fire | Rick Riordan | |
| 30dd069 | You're a Demigod Percy, half god and half mortal! | Rick Riordan | ||
| 80c78e8 | He crossed the street toward the man in the trench coat, which left me with two choices: follow my dad and see what was going on, or do what I was told. I decided on the slightly less dangerous path. I went to retrieve my sister | Rick Riordan | ||
| 22e0550 | Theophane gave birth to a magical ram named Krysomallos, who for some reason had wool made of gold. Eventually, Krysomallos would be skinned for his fleece, which became known as the Golden Fleece, which means I am related to a sheepskin rug. | Rick Riordan | ||
| b6eb8bd | I never had a brian till freak came along.. | Rodman Philbrick | ||
| 1c7925e | Who's with her?" Roarke asked, though he already knew. It was just like her. "With her? Oh, ah, hmmm. Webster." Silence fell, a clatter of broken bricks. Peabody folded her hands in her pockets and prepared for the explosion to follow. "I see." When Roarke simply turned back to the screen and continued, she didn't know whether to be relieved or scared to death." | roarke scared-to-death | J.D. Robb | |
| 064c697 | Nobody's that naive," she muttered. "Nobody's that guileless." "He's from Nebraska." Peabody scanned her pocket unit. "From where?" "Nebraska." Peabody waived a hand, vaguely west.... "They still grow them pretty guileless in Nebraska. I think it's all that soy and corn." | J.D. Robb | ||
| b53d4c6 | Why?" He tilted his head. "That's a tricky one. Could it be your serenity, your quiet manner, your flawless fashion sense?" It did his heart good to see her quick, amused grin. "No, I must be thinking of someone else. It must be your courage, your absolute dedication to balancing scales, that restless mind, and that sweet corner of your heart that pushes you to care so much about so many." "That's not me." "Oh, but it is you, darling Eve... | J.D. Robb | ||
| 98230cc | He shook his head and eyed Roarke. "You don't look like a cop." "I'm not and thank you for noticing." | J.D. Robb | ||
| c9b5e47 | But unvented - ahh! One un-vents something; one unearths it; one digs it up, one runs it down in whatever recesses of the eternal consciousness it has gone to ground. I very much doubt if anything is really new when one works in the prehistoric medium of wool with needles. The products of science and technology may be new, and some of them are quite horrid, but knitting? In knitting there are ancient possibilities; the earth is enriched wit.. | knitting | Elizabeth Zimmermann | |
| ad868d6 | The objects I chose were designed to hold something, but I didn't fill them up. They remained empty. They were little symbolic shrines to thirst. | thirst | Margaret Atwood | |
| 6ad9246 | There are things I need to ask her. Not what happened, back then in the time I lost, because now I know that. I need to ask her why. If she remembers. Perhaps she's forgotten the bad things, what she said to me, what she did. Or she does remember them, but in a minor way, as if remembering a game, or a single prank, a single trivial secret, of the kind girls tell and then forget. She will have her own version. I am not the centre of her s.. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 7a7adc0 | We've learned to see the world in gasps. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| 103669b | Nevertheless, blood is thicker than water, as anyone knows who has tasted both. | Margaret Atwood | ||
| d742f36 | Now we come to forgiveness. Don't worry about forgiving me right now. There are more important things. For instance: keep the others safe, if they are safe. Don't let them suffer too much. If they have to die, let it be fast. You might even provide a Heaven for them. We need You for that. Hell we can make for ourselves. | heaven hell | Margaret Atwood | |
| 166bf73 | when happiness makes a guest appearance in one's life,it's important to make the most of it.It may not stay around for long and when it has gone wouldn't it be terrible to think that all the time one could have been happy was wasted worrying when the happiness would be taken away. | Marian Keyes | ||
| 1d5be46 | You know, a heart can be broken, but it still keeps a-beating just the same. | Fannie Flagg | ||
| 0213e25 | I hurl the glass teapot to the ground. we both stare at it, stunned. "it was supposed to break," I explain after a pause, " and that was going to signify that yes, I would throw something away . If I knew it wasn't right for me." | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| 13f3f0e | So do I. You. | Sophie Kinsella | ||
| c89bd34 | Here lies a gentleman bold Who was so very brave He went to lengths untold, And on the brink of the grave Death had on him no hold. By the world he set small store-- He frightened it to the core-- Yet somehow, by Fate's plan, | sanity | Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra | |
| ac8c9c1 | The Devil's out of fashion. | fashion | Dodie Smith | |
| dbbebde | Transience is the force of time that makes a ghost of every experience. There was never a dawn, regardless how beautiful or promising, that did not grow into a noontime. There was never a noon that did not fall into afternoon. There was never an afternoon that did not fade toward evening. There never was a day yet that did not get buried in the graveyard of the night. In this way transience makes a ghost out of everything that happens to us.. | John O'Donohue | ||
| 35941cb | When our eyes are graced with wonder, the world reveals its wonders to us. There are people who see only dullness in the world and that is because their eyes have already been dulled. So much depends on how we look at things. The quality of our looking determines what we come to see. | religion spirituality | John O'Donohue | |
| 676eece | When Beth struggles for words it means she's on the verge of saying something worth hearing. Her emotions confuse her. Maybe tonight, she'll finally find the courage to say the words I'm longing to hear. | Katie McGarry | ||
| feed6a0 | This is your family ... If you learn to love us then you will forever have our love in return. | Katie McGarry | ||
| b742c4c | She's not for you, nor you for her; at least, not in the way you both want. | Robert Jordan | ||
| 814ed72 | As the Wheel of Time turns, places wear many names. Men wear many names, many faces. Different faces, but always the same man. Yet no one knows the Great Pattern the Wheel weaves, or even the Pattern of an Age. We can only watch, and study, and hope. | time-passing wheel-of-time | Robert Jordan | |
| 7448edf | When ours are interrupted, his are not. His plans are proceeding exactly as scheduled, moving us always (including those minutes or hours or years which seem most useless or wasted or unendurable). | god inspirational life plans purpose schedule will-of-god | Elisabeth Elliot | |
| b5ed2b5 | Single life may be only a stage of a life's journey, but even a stage is a gift. God may replace it with another gift, but the receiver accepts His gifts with thanksgiving. This gift for this day. The life of faith is lived one day at a time, and it has to be lived--not always looked forward to as though the "real" living were around the next corner. It is today for which we are responsible. God still owns tomorrow." | single-life | Elisabeth Elliot | |
| 3af2b35 | I wonder, sometimes, whether men and women in fact are capable of learning from history--whether we progress from one stage to the next in an upward course or whether we just ride the cycles of boom and bust, war and peace, ascent and decline. | Barack Obama | ||
| f62a156 | I indignantly answered, "Do you call light what we men call the worst darkness? Do you call day night?" To this my soul spoke a word that roused my anger, "My light is not of this world." I cried, "I know of no other world!" The soul answered, "Should it not exist because you know nothing of it?" | C.G. Jung | ||
| 7b1302a | Don't ask where the rest of this book is!" It is a shrill cry that comes from an undefined spot among the shelves. "All books continue in the beyond..." | Italo Calvino | ||
| f850195 | Si conobbero. Lui conobbe lei e se stesso, perche in verita non s'era mai saputo. E lei conobbe lui e se stessa, perche pur essendosi saputa sempre, mai s'era potuta riconoscere cosi. | Italo Calvino | ||
| b9fd361 | A person's life consists of a collection of events, the last of which could also change the meaning of the whole, not because it counts more than the previous ones but because once they are included in a life, events are arranged in an order that is not chronological but, rather, corresponds to an inner architecture. | Italo Calvino | ||
| 695b288 | Every year, when you're a child, you become a different person. | Alice Munro |