Battling Quotes

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Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle.
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Plato
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To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
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E.E. Cummings
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Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.
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James Baldwin
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Be careful of love. It'll twist your brain around and leave you thinking up is down and right is wrong.
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war
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John Green (Looking for Alaska)
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People are more difficult to work with than machines. And when you break a person, he can't be fixed.
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.
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Socrates
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Don't feel bad, I'm usually about to die.
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew - and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents - that there was all the difference in the world.
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J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (Harry Potter, #6))
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If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.
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Sun Tzu (The Art of War)
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Demons run when a good man goes to war Night will fall and drown the sun When a good man goes to war Friendship dies and true love lies Night will fall and the dark will rise When a good man goes to war Demons run, but count the cost The battle's won, but the child is lost
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Steven Moffat
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When beetles fight these battles in a bottle with their paddles and the bottle's on a poodle and the poodle's eating noodles... ...they call this a muddle puddle tweetle poodle beetle noodle bottle paddle battle.
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Dr. Seuss (Fox in Socks)
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One can't fight with oneself, for this battle has only one loser.
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Mario Vargas Llosa (Aunt Julia and the Scriptwriter)
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You deal with mythological stuff for a few years, you learn that paradises are usually places where you get killed.
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.
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Haruki Murakami (1Q84 (1Q84, #1-3))
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Live not for Battles Won. Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along.
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Gwendolyn Brooks (Report from Part One)
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Rachel: You're a half-blood, too? Annabeth: Shhh! Just announce it to the world, how about? Rachel: Okay. Hey, everybody! These two aren't human! They're half Greek god!...They don't seem to care.
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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But life is a battle: may we all be enabled to fight it well!
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Charlotte BrontΓ« (The Letters of Charlotte BrontΓ«)
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The greatest victory is that which requires no battle.
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Sun Tzu (The Art of War)
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If you spend your time hoping someone will suffer the consequences for what they did to your heart, then you're allowing them to hurt you a second time in your mind.
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Shannon L. Alder
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Jumping out a window five hundred feet above ground is not usually my idea of fun. Especially when I'm wearing bronze wings and flapping my arms like a duck.
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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Choose your battles, but don't choose very many.
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Colleen Hoover (Slammed (Slammed, #1))
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I suppose sooner or later in the life of everyone comes a moment of trial. We all of us have our particular devil who rides us and torments us, and we must give battle in the end.
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Daphne du Maurier (Rebecca)
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I am two women: one wants to have all the joy, passion and adventure that life can give me. The other wants to be a slave to routine, to family life, to the things that can be planned and achieved. I'm a housewife and a prostitute, both of us living in the same body and doing battle with each other.
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Paulo Coelho (Eleven Minutes)
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Monkey bar," Annabeth said. "I'm great at these." She leaped onto to the first rung and start swinging her way across. She was scared of tiny spiders, but not of plummeting to her death from a set of monkey bars. Go figure.
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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But remember, boy, that a kind act can sometimes be as powerful as a sword.
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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I'm battling monsters, I'm pulling you out of the burning buildings/ and you say I'll give you anything but you never come through.
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Richard Siken (Crush)
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New lesson, class. Most monsters will vaporize when sliced with a celestial bronze sword. This change is perfectly normal, and will happen to you right now if you don't BACK OFF!" - Percy
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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I bear the wounds of all the battles I avoided.
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Fernando Pessoa
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Getting something and having the wits to use it...those are two different things.
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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You're beautiful in battle," said Dimitri. His cold voice carried to me clearly, even above the roar of combat. "Like an avenging angel come to deliver the justice of heaven." "Funny," I said, shifting my hold on the stake. "That is kind of why I'm here." "Angels fall, Rose.
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Richelle Mead (Spirit Bound (Vampire Academy, #5))
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Depression isn't a war you win. It's a battle you fight every day. You never stop, never get to rest. It's one bloody fray after another.
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Shaun David Hutchinson (We Are the Ants)
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You are okay?" he asked. "Not eaten by monsters?" "Not even a little bit." I showed him that I still had both arms and both legs, and Tyson clapped happily. "Yay!" he said. "Now we can eat peanut butter sandwiches and ride fish ponies! We can fight monsters and see Annabeth and make things go BOOM!" I hoped he didn't mean all at the same time, but I told him absolutely, we'd have a lot of fun this summer.
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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Women have a much better time than men in this world; there are far more things forbidden to them.
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Oscar Wilde
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...I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire...I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
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William Faulkner (The Sound and the Fury)
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She’s not the kind of girl you choose your battles for. She’s the kind of girl you fight to the death for.
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Colleen Hoover (November 9)
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What if evil doesn't really exist? What if evil is something dreamed up by man, and there is nothing to struggle against except out own limitations? The constant battle between our will, our desires, and our choices?
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Libba Bray (Rebel Angels)
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I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now...Come further up, come further in!
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C.S. Lewis (The Last Battle (Chronicles of Narnia, #7))
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The field of battle is my temple. The swordpoint is my priest. The dance of death is my prayer. The killing blow is my release.
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Sabaa Tahir (An Ember in the Ashes (An Ember in the Ashes, #1))
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Four will Become Two, Lion and Tiger will Meet in Battle, and Blood will Rule the Forest.
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Erin Hunter (A Dangerous Path (Warriors, #5))
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Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
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She wanted to write about something other then love. Yet her freethinking pen seemed more adhered to her heart then to her head. A battle she never felt worth fighting.
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Coco J. Ginger
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We are all hypocrites. We cannot see ourselves or judge ourselves the way we see and judge others.
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JosΓ© Emilio Pacheco (Battles in the Desert & Other Stories)
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Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
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James Joyce
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You know so little of war. Battles may be fought from the outside in, but wars are won from the inside out.
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Victoria Schwab (A Darker Shade of Magic (Shades of Magic, #1))
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Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. Woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to be. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her.
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AnaΓ―s Nin (The Diary of AnaΓ―s Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934)
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Peace is the only battle worth waging.
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Albert Camus
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I turned to Dionysus. "You cured him?" "Madness is my specialty. It was quite simple." "But...you did something nice. Why?" He raised and eyebrow. "I am nice! I simple ooze niceness, Perry Johansson. Haven't you noticed?
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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Lifeβ€”the way it really isβ€”is a battle not between good and bad, but between bad and worse
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Joseph Brodsky
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Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.
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Wendy Mass (The Candymakers (The Candymakers, #1))
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Staying silent is like a slow growing cancer to the soul and a trait of a true coward. There is nothing intelligent about not standing up for yourself. You may not win every battle. However, everyone will at least know what you stood forβ€”YOU.
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Shannon L. Alder
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You may have to fight a battle more than once to win it.
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Margaret Thatcher
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Their oldest child, James, had spoken laughingly about Will's unrelenting fear of ducks and his continual battle to keep them out of the pond at the family home in Yorkshire.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
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I start to think there really is no cure for depression, that happiness is an ongoing battle, and I wonder if it isn't one I'll have to fight for as long as I live. I wonder if it's worth it.
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Elizabeth Wurtzel (Prozac Nation)
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know yourself and you will win all battles
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Sun Tzu
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In preparing for battle I have always found that plans are useless, but planning is indispensable.
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Dwight D. Eisenhower
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Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.
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Walt Whitman (Leaves of Grass)
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One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.
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Jane Austen (Emma)
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Elections only happen in two ways," Reyna said. "Either the legion raises someone on a shield after a major success on the battlefield-and we haven't had any major battles-or we hold a ballot on the evening of June 24, at the Feast of Fortuna. That's in five days." Percy frowned. "You have a feast for tuna?
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Rick Riordan (The Son of Neptune (The Heroes of Olympus, #2))
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Someone needs to tell those tales. When the battles are fought and won and lost, when the pirates find their treasures and the dragons eat their foes for breakfast with a nice cup of Lapsang souchong, someone needs to tell their bits of overlapping narrative. There's magic in that. It's in the listener, and for each and every ear it will be different, and it will affect them in ways they can never predict. From the mundane to the profound. You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows what they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift. Your sister may be able to see the future, but you yourself can shape it, boy. Do not forget that... there are many kinds of magic, after all.
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Erin Morgenstern (The Night Circus)
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I'm calm," Rachel insisted. "Every time I'm around you, some monsters attack us. What's to be nervous about?" "Look," I said. "I'm sorry about the band room. I hope they didn't kick you our or anything." "Nah. They asked me a lot of questions about you. I played dumb." "Was it hard?" Annabeth asked.
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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You never called me back," he said. "I called you so many times and you never called me back." Magnus looked at Alec as if he'd lost his mind. "Your city is under attack," he said. "The wards have been broken, and the streets are full of demons. And you want to know why I haven't called you?" Alec set his jaw in a stubborn line. "I want to know why you haven't called me back." Magnus threw his hands up in the air in a gesture of utter exasperation. Alec noted with interest that when he did it, a few sparks escaped from his fingertips, like fireflies escaping from a jar. "You're an idiot." "Is that why you haven't called me? Because I'm an idiot?" "No." Magnus strode toward him. "I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do." "You love me?" "You stupid Nephilim," Magnus said patiently. "Why else am I here? Why else would I have spent the past few weeks patching up all your moronic friends every time they got hurt? And getting you out of every ridiculous situation you found yourself in? Not to mention helping you win a battle against Valentine. And all completely free of charge!
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Cassandra Clare (City of Glass (The Mortal Instruments, #3))
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Choose your battles wisely. After all, life isn't measured by how many times you stood up to fight. It's not winning battles that makes you happy, but it's how many times you turned away and chose to look into a better direction. Life is too short to spend it on warring. Fight only the most, most, most important ones, let the rest go.
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C. JoyBell C.
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But you'll be killed!" "I'll be fine. Besides, we've got no choice." Annabeth glared at me like she was going to punch me. And then she did something that surprised me even more. She kissed me.
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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But courage, child: we are all between the paws of the true Aslan.
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C.S. Lewis (The Last Battle (Chronicles of Narnia, #7))
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Greater in battle than the man who would conquer a thousand-thousand men, is he who would conquer just one β€” himself. Better to conquer yourself than others. When you've trained yourself, living in constant self-control, neither a deva nor gandhabba, nor a Mara banded with Brahmas, could turn that triumph back into defeat.
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Gautama Buddha
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Part of the hem floated loose. She spun around againβ€”the fabric tightened like wool on a spindle. She breathed in fear. The boat was farther away. She swung her head aroundβ€”so was the shore.
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Yvonne Korshak (Pericles and Aspasia: A Story of Ancient Greece)
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Good fighting with you, Seaweed Brain." Ditto.
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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Anybody can learn to think, or believe, or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel... the moment you feel, you're nobody ― but-yourself ― in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else ― means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting.
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E.E. Cummings (E. E. Cummings: A Miscellany Revised)
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Legion, cuneum formate!’ Reyna yelled. β€˜Advance!’ Another cheer on Jason’s right as Percy and Annabeth reunited with the forces of Camp Half-Blood. β€˜Greeks!’ Percy yelled. β€˜Let’s, um, fight stuff!’ They yelled like banshees and charged. Jason grinned. He loved the Greeks. They had no organization whatsoever, but they made up for it with enthusiasm.
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Rick Riordan (The Blood of Olympus (The Heroes of Olympus, #5))
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I saw the prince when I was in Os Alta,” said Ekaterina. β€œHe’s not bad looking.” β€œNot bad looking?” said another voice. β€œHe’s damnably handsome.” Luchenko scowled. β€œSince when—” β€œBrave in battle, smart as a whip.” Now the voice seemed to be coming from above us. Luchenko craned his neck, peering into the trees. β€œAn excellent dancer,” said the voice. β€œOh, and an even better shot.” β€œWho—” Luchenko never got to finish. A blast rang out, and a tiny black hole appeared between his eyes. I gasped. β€œImposs—” β€œDon’t say it,” muttered Mal.
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Leigh Bardugo (Ruin and Rising (The Shadow and Bone Trilogy, #3))
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Do you remember,” he said, β€œwhen we first met and I told you I was ninety percent sure putting a rune on you wouldn’t kill youβ€”and you slapped me in the face and told me it was for the other ten percent?” Clary nodded. β€œI always figured a demon would kill me,” he said. β€œA rogue Downworlder. A battle. But I realized then that I just might die if I didn’t get to kiss you, and soon.” Clary licked her dry lips. β€œWell, you did,” she said. β€œKiss me, I mean.” He reached up and took a curl of her hair between his fingers. He was close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body, smell his soap and skin and hair. β€œNot enough,” he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. β€œIf I kiss you all day every day for the rest of my life, it won’t be enough.
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Cassandra Clare (City of Lost Souls (The Mortal Instruments, #5))
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All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more. But I am of the House of Γ‰orl and not a serving-woman. I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.
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J.R.R. Tolkien
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There were a lot of answers I might've given, from "I knew that" to "LIAR!" to "Yeah right, and I'm Zeus." - Percy, after Quintus says that he is Daedalus
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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If you find yourself asking yourself (and your friends), "Am I really a writer? Am I really an artist?" chances are you are. The counterfeit innovator is wildly self-confident. The real one is scared to death.
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Steven Pressfield (The War of Art: Winning the Inner Creative Battle)
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I couldn’t miss Percy’s fifteenth birthday,” Poseidon said. β€œWhy, if this were Sparta, Percy would be a man today!” "That’s true,” Paul said. β€œI used to teach ancient history.” Poseidon’s eyes twinkled. β€œThat’s me. Ancient history.
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning.
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C.S. Lewis (The Last Battle (Chronicles of Narnia, #7))
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Failure is just a few seconds away from success.
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John Flanagan (The Battle for Skandia (Ranger's Apprentice, #4))
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I love you more than songs can say, but I can't keep running after yesterday...
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John Mayer (John Mayer - Battle Studies (Play It Like It Is Guitar))
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To be left alone on the tightrope of youthful unknowing is to experience the excruciating beauty of full freedom and the threat of eternal indecision. Few, if any, survive their teens. Most surrender to the vague but murderous pressure of adult conformity. It becomes easier to die and avoid conflict than to maintain a constant battle with the superior forces of maturity.
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Maya Angelou (I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (Maya Angelou's Autobiography, #1))
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Let me put it this way, my father believed in a righteous God. Deus volt, that was his motto- 'because God wills it.' It was the Crusaders' motto, and they went into battle and were slaughtered just like my father. And when I saw him lying dead in a pool of his own blood, I knew then that I hadn't stopped believing in God. I'd just stopped believing God cared. There might be a God, Clary, and there might not, but I don't think it matters. Either way we're on our own.
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Cassandra Clare (City of Bones (The Mortal Instruments, #1))
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I love you. I hate you. I like you. I hate you. I love you. I think you’re stupid. I think you’re a loser. I think you’re wonderful. I want to be with you. I don’t want to be with you. I would never date you. I hate you. I love you…..I think the madness started the moment we met and you shook my hand. Did you have a disease or something?
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Shannon L. Alder
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I feel good with my husband: I like his warmth and his bigness and his being-there and his making and his jokes and stories and what he reads and how he likes fishing and walks and pigs and foxes and little animals and is honest and not vain or fame-crazy and how he shows his gladness for what I cook him and joy for when I make him something, a poem or a cake, and how he is troubled when I am unhappy and wants to do anything so I can fight out my soul-battles and grow up with courage and a philosophical ease. I love his good smell and his body that fits with mine as if they were made in the same body-shop to do just that. What is only pieces, doled out here and there to this boy and that boy, that made me like pieces of them, is all jammed together in my husband. So I don't want to look around any more: I don't need to look around for anything.
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Sylvia Plath (The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath)
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He glares at me as if he already hates it. β€œWhat is it?” I consider lying but what’s the point? I clear my throat. β€œPooky Bear." He’s silent for so long I’m beginning to think he didn’t hear me when he finally says, β€œPooky. Bear.” β€œIt was just a little joke. I didn’t know.” β€œI’ve mentioned that names have power, right? Do you realize that when she fights battles, she’s going to have to announce herself to the opposing sword? She’ll be forced to say something ridiculous like, β€˜I am Pooky Bear, from an ancient line of archangel swords.’ Or, β€˜Bow down to me, Pooky Bear, who has only two other equals in all the worlds.’ ” He shakes his head. β€œHow is she going to get any respect?
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Susan Ee (World After (Penryn & the End of Days, #2))
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Stories have changed, my dear boy,” the man in the grey suit says, his voice almost imperceptibly sad. β€œThere are no more battles between good and evil, no monsters to slay, no maidens in need of rescue. Most maidens are perfectly capable of rescuing themselves in my experience, at least the ones worth something, in any case. There are no longer simple tales with quests and beasts and happy endings. The quests lack clarity of goal or path. The beasts take different forms and are difficult to recognize for what they are. And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. Things keep overlapping and blur, your story is part of your sister’s story is part of many other stories, and there in no telling where any of them may lead. Good and evil are a great deal more complex than a princess and a dragon, or a wolf and a scarlet-clad little girl. And is not the dragon the hero of his own story? Is not the wolf simply acting as a wolf should act? Though perhaps it is a singular wolf who goes to such lengths as to dress as a grandmother to toy with its prey.
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Erin Morgenstern (The Night Circus)
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Are you paralyzed with fear? That’s a good sign. Fear is good. Like self-doubt, fear is an indicator. Fear tells us what we have to do. Remember one rule of thumb: the more scared we are of a work or calling, the more sure we can be that we have to do it.
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Steven Pressfield (The War of Art: Winning the Inner Creative Battle)
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My mother made a squeaking sound that might of been either "yes" or "help". Poseidon took it as a yes and came in. Paul was looking back and forth between us, trying to read our expressions. Finally he stepped forward. "Hi, I'm Paul Blofis." Poseidon raised an eyebrow and then shook his hand. "Blowfish, did you say?" "Ah, no. Blofis, actually." "Oh, I see," Poseidon said. "A shame. I quite like blowfish. I am Poseidon." "Poseidon? That's an interesting name." "Yes, I like it. I've gone by other names, but I do prefer Poseidon." "Like the god of the sea." "Very much like that, yes" "Well!" My mother interrupted. "Um, were so glad you could drop by. Paul, this is Percy's father." "Ah." Paul nodded, though he didn't look real pleased. "I see." Poseidon smiled at me. "There you are, my boy. And Tyson, hello, son!" "Daddy!" Tyson [shouted]... Paul's jaw dropped. He stared at my mother. "Tyson is..." "Not mine," she promised. "It's a long story.
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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Men make their own history, but they do not make it as they please; they do not make it under self-selected circumstances, but under circumstances existing already, given and transmitted from the past. The tradition of all dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brains of the living. And just as they seem to be occupied with revolutionizing themselves and things, creating something that did not exist before, precisely in such epochs of revolutionary crisis they anxiously conjure up the spirits of the past to their service, borrowing from them names, battle slogans, and costumes in order to present this new scene in world history in time-honored disguise and borrowed language.
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Karl Marx (The Eighteenth Brumaire of Louis Bonaparte)
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They send a person who can never stay," she whispered. "Who can never accept my offer of companionship for more than a little while. They send me a hero I can't help ... just the sort of person I can't help falling in love with." ... As I sailed into the lake I realized the Fates really were cruel. They sent Calypso someone she couldn't help but love. But it worked both ways. For the rest of my life I would be thinking about her. She would always be my biggest what if.
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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When you come out of the grips of a depression there is an incredible relief, but not one you feel allowed to celebrate. Instead, the feeling of victory is replaced with anxiety that it will happen again, and with shame and vulnerability when you see how your illness affected your family, your work, everything left untouched while you struggled to survive. We come back to life thinner, paler, weaker … but as survivors. Survivors who don’t get pats on the back from coworkers who congratulate them on making it. Survivors who wake to more work than before because their friends and family are exhausted from helping them fight a battle they may not even understand. I hope to one day see a sea of people all wearing silver ribbons as a sign that they understand the secret battle, and as a celebration of the victories made each day as we individually pull ourselves up out of our foxholes to see our scars heal, and to remember what the sun looks like.
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Jenny Lawson (Furiously Happy: A Funny Book About Horrible Things)
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I held out a lead figurine of Hadesβ€”the little Mythomagic statue Nico had abandoned when he fled camp last winter. Nico hesitated. "I don’t play that game anymore. It’s for kids." "It’s got four thousand attack power," I coaxed. "Five thousand," Nico corrected. "But only if your opponent attacks first." I smiled. "Maybe it’s okay to still be a kid once in a while.
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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To my babies, Merry Christmas. I'm sorry if these letters have caught you both by surprise. There is just so much more I have to say. I know you thought I was done giving advice, but I couldn't leave without reiterating a few things in writing. You may not relate to these things now, but someday you will. I wasn't able to be around forever, but I hope that my words can be. -Don't stop making basagna. Basagna is good. Wait until a day when there is no bad news, and bake a damn basagna. -Find a balance between head and heart. Hopefully you've found that Lake, and you can help Kel sort it out when he gets to that point. -Push your boundaries, that's what they're there for. -I'm stealing this snippet from your favorite band, Lake. "Always remember there is nothing worth sharing, like the love that let us share our name." -Don't take life too seriously. Punch it in the face when it needs a good hit. Laugh at it. -And Laugh a lot. Never go a day without laughing at least once. -Never judge others. You both know good and well how unexpected events can change who a person is. Always keep that in mind. You never know what someone else is experiencing within their own life. -Question everything. Your love, your religion, your passions. If you don't have questions, you'll never find answers. -Be accepting. Of everything. People's differences, their similarities, their choices, their personalities. Sometimes it takes a variety to make a good collection. The same goes for people. -Choose your battles, but don't choose very many. -Keep an open mind; it's the only way new things can get in. -And last but not least, not the tiniest bit least. Never regret. Thank you both for giving me the best years of my life. Especially the last one. Love, Mom
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Colleen Hoover (Slammed (Slammed, #1))
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The man who refuses to judge, who neither agrees nor disagrees, who declares that there are no absolutes and believes that he escapes responsibility, is the man responsible for all the blood that is now spilled in the world. Reality is an absolute, existence is an absolute, a speck of dust is an absolute and so is a human life. Whether you live or die is an absolute. Whether you have a piece of bread or not, is an absolute. Whether you eat your bread or see it vanish into a looter's stomach, is an absolute. There are two sides to every issue: one side is right and the other is wrong, but the middle is always evil. The man who is wrong still retains some respect for truth, if only by accepting the responsibility of choice. But the man in the middle is the knave who blanks out the truth in order to pretend that no choice or values exist, who is willing to sit out the course of any battle, willing to cash in on the blood of the innocent or to crawl on his belly to the guilty, who dispenses justice by condemning both the robber and the robbed to jail, who solves conflicts by ordering the thinker and the fool to meet each other halfway. In any compromise between food and poison, it is only death that can win. In any compromise between good and evil, it is only evil that can profit. In that transfusion of blood which drains the good to feed the evil, the compromise is the transmitting rubber tube.
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Ayn Rand (Atlas Shrugged)
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And as He spoke, He no longer looked to them like a lion; but the things that began to happen after that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them. And for us this the end of all the stories, and we can most truly say that they all lived happily ever after. But for them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on for ever: in which every chapter is better than the one before.
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C.S. Lewis (The Last Battle (Chronicles of Narnia, #7))
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Find one thing. One thing that's beautiful. Anything. Anything that shows you you're not one of them." His eyes were back on me studying my face silently. Panic raced through me. It wasn't working. I couldn't do this. We were going to have to get out of here, regardless of whatever state he was in. I knew he'd leave, too. If i had learned anything, it was that Dimitri's warrior instincts were still working. If I said danger was coming, he would respond instantly, no matter the self-torment he felt. I didn't want him to leave in despair. I wanted him to leave here one step closer to being the man I knew he could be. I wanted him to have one less nightmare. It was beyond my abilities, though. I was no therapist. I was about to tell him we had to get out of there, about to make his soldier reflexes kick in, when he suddenly spoke. His voice was barley a whisper. "Your hair." "What?" for a second, I wondered if it was on fire or somthing. I touched a stray lock. No, nothing was wrong exept that it was a mess. I'd bound it up for battle to prevent the strgoi from using it as a handhold, like Angeline had. Much of it had come undone in the struggle, though. "Your hair," repeated Dimitri. His eyes were wide, almost awestruck. "your hair is beautiful.
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Richelle Mead (Last Sacrifice (Vampire Academy, #6))
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Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate: β€˜To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers, And the temples of his Gods, β€˜And for the tender mother Who dandled him to rest, And for the wife who nurses His baby at her breast, And for the holy maidens Who feed the eternal flame, To save them from false Sextus That wrought the deed of shame? β€˜Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul, With all the speed ye may; I, with two more to help me, Will hold the foe in play. In yon strait path a thousand May well be stopped by three. Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me? Then out spake Spurius Lartius; A Ramnian proud was he: β€˜Lo, I will stand at thy right hand, And keep the bridge with thee.’ And out spake strong Herminius; Of Titian blood was he: β€˜I will abide on thy left side, And keep the bridge with thee.’ β€˜Horatius,’ quoth the Consul, β€˜As thou sayest, so let it be.’ And straight against that great array Forth went the dauntless Three. For Romans in Rome’s quarrel Spared neither land nor gold, Nor son nor wife, nor limb nor life, In the brave days of old. Then none was for a party; Then all were for the state; Then the great man helped the poor, And the poor man loved the great: Then lands were fairly portioned; Then spoils were fairly sold: The Romans were like brothers In the brave days of old. Now Roman is to Roman More hateful than a foe, And the Tribunes beard the high, And the Fathers grind the low. As we wax hot in faction, In battle we wax cold: Wherefore men fight not as they fought In the brave days of old.
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Thomas Babington Macaulay (Horatius)
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As I got closer to the fence, I held my shirt over my nose to block the smell. One stallion waded through the muck and whinnied angrily at me. He bared his teeth, which were pointed like a bear's. I tried to talk to him in my mind. I can do that with most horses. Hi, I told him. I'm going to clean your stables. Won't that be great? Yes! The horse said. Come inside! Eat you! Tasty half-blood! But I'm Poseidon's son, I protested. He created horses. Usually this gets me VIP treatment in the equestrian world, not this time. Yes! The horse agreed enthusiastically. Poseidon can come in, too! We will eat you both! Seafood! Seafood! The other horses chimed in as they waded through the field.
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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About once or twice every month I engage in public debates with those whose pressing need it is to woo and to win the approval of supernatural beings. Very often, when I give my view that there is no supernatural dimension, and certainly not one that is only or especially available to the faithful, and that the natural world is wonderful enoughβ€”and even miraculous enough if you insistβ€”I attract pitying looks and anxious questions. How, in that case, I am asked, do I find meaning and purpose in life? How does a mere and gross materialist, with no expectation of a life to come, decide what, if anything, is worth caring about? Depending on my mood, I sometimes but not always refrain from pointing out what a breathtakingly insulting and patronizing question this is. (It is on a par with the equally subtle inquiry: Since you don't believe in our god, what stops you from stealing and lying and raping and killing to your heart's content?) Just as the answer to the latter question is: self-respect and the desire for the respect of othersβ€”while in the meantime it is precisely those who think they have divine permission who are truly capable of any atrocityβ€”so the answer to the first question falls into two parts. A life that partakes even a little of friendship, love, irony, humor, parenthood, literature, and music, and the chance to take part in battles for the liberation of others cannot be called 'meaningless' except if the person living it is also an existentialist and elects to call it so. It could be that all existence is a pointless joke, but it is not in fact possible to live one's everyday life as if this were so. Whereas if one sought to define meaninglessness and futility, the idea that a human life should be expended in the guilty, fearful, self-obsessed propitiation of supernatural nonentities… but there, there. Enough.
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Christopher Hitchens (Hitch 22: A Memoir)
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A demigod!" one snarled. "Eat it!" yelled another. But that's as far as they got before I slashed a wide arc with Riptide and vaporized the entire front row of monsters. "Back off!" I yelled at the rest, trying to sound fierce. Behind them stood their instructor--a six-foot tall telekhine with Doberman fangs snarling at me. I did my best to stare him down. "New lesson, class," I announced. "Most monsters will vaporize when sliced with a celestial bronze sword. This change is completely normal, and will happen to you right now if you don't BACK OFF!" To my surprise, it worked. The monsters backed off, but there was at least twenty of them. My fear factor wasn't going to last that long. I jumped out of the cart, yelled, "CLASS DISMISSED!" and ran for the exit.
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Rick Riordan (The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #4))
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Haven't I? - he thought. Haven't I thought of it since the first time I saw you? Haven't I thought of nothing else for two years? ...He sat motionless, looking at her. He heard the words he had never allowed himself to form, the words he had felt, known, yet had not faced, had hoped to destroy by never letting them be said within his own mind. Now it was as sudden and shocking as if he were saying it to her ...Since the first time I saw you ...Nothing but your body, that mouth of yours, and the way your eyes would look at me, if ...Through every sentence I ever said to you, through every conference you thought so safe, through the importance of all the issues we discussed ...You trusted me, didn't you? To recognize your greatness? To think of you as you deserved - as if you were a man? ...Don't you suppose I know how much I've betrayed? The only bright encounter of my life - the only person I respected - the best business man I know - my ally - my partner in a desperate battle ...The lowest of all desires - as my answer to the highest I've met ...Do you know what I am? I thought of it, because it should have been unthinkable. For that degrading need, which would never touch you, I have never wanted anyone but you ...I hadn't known what it was like, to want it, until I saw you for the first time. I had thought : Not I, I couldn't be broken by it ...Since then ...For two years ...With not a moments respite ...Do you know what it's like, to want it? Would you wish to hear what I thought when I looked at you ...When I lay awake at night ...When I hear your voice over a telephone wire ...When I worked, but could not drive it away? ...To bring you down to things you cant conceive - and to know that it's I who have done it. To reduce you to a body, to teach you an animal's pleasure, to see you need it, to see you asking me for it, to see your wonderful spirit dependent on the upon the obscenity of your need. To watch you as you are, as you face the world with your clean, proud strength - then to see you, in my bed, submitting to any infamous whim I may devise, to any act which I'll preform for the sole purpose of watching your dishonor and to which you'll submit for the sake of an unspeakable sensation ...I want you - and may I be damned for it!
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Ayn Rand