Bonds Of Hercules Quotes

If I cannot move Heaven, I will raise hell.

Nothing in life was more powerful than two women affirming each other’s horrible life choices.

I like the muzzled one best,” Nyx said. “And the raccoon mother second best. I prefer men who don’t speak. Men should be seen—slaughtering and protecting—not heard. I’ve always said this.

Rural Montana had prepared me for two things: selling my organs on the black market, and cult life.

This book is dedicated to all the people who spend their nights reading fan fiction about relationships that make them wonder “Am I okay?” This one’s for you.

I married you—” Kharon’s tone was dangerous “—because when I saw you, I immediately wanted to ruin you … body and mind.

We ran like young wild furies, where angels feared to tread. The woods were dark and deep. Before us demons fled. We checked Coke bottle bottoms to see how far was far. Our worlds of magic wonder were never reached by car. We loved our dogs like brothers, our bikes like rocket ships. We were going to the stars, to Mars we'd make round trips. We swung on vines like Tarzan, and flashed Zorro's keen blade. We were James Bond in his Aston, we were Hercules unchained. We looked upon the future and we saw a distant land, where our folks were always ageless, and time was shifting sand. We filled up life with living, with grins, scabbed knees, and noise. In glass I see an older man, but this book's for the boys.

Agatha was an Empusa, a rare type of shape-shifting creature that ate men. She inspired me.

Oh, darling . . . are you asking me to crawl, again? We both know I’m very comfortable on my knees.

I’m fucking sorry,” Kharon said belligerently. “I demand you forgive me

Ruin him. Men don’t deserve to feel good about themselves. Make him cry.

I’m seducing her.” “He’s trying to k-kill me.” Kharon had the audacity to look offended. I shook my head, trying to find words that wouldn’t come. How did I explain Karen was secondhand Tasering me . . . and I liked it? Do the Olympian health clinics offer lobotomies?

He was temptation incarnate, and suddenly, I was a sinner.

You’re my Piano Concerto No. 20 in D Minor.

I'm yours," I said as the rain roared around us. "You can break my legs, but I'll still crawl after you. If you're injured, I will carve myself to pieces to make you whole... every... single... time. This is not a temporary arrangement. We will be together. Forever. Or I'll be dead.

It will be fine,” I lied. “We can do this,” she lied back. Nothing in life was more powerful than two women affirming each other’s horrible life choices.

Apparently grown men and teenage girls had one thing in common: they took seating arrangements VERY seriously.

You should have sex with them already—it’s getting weird.

Absolute power corrupts absolutely. Even Lord Acton couldn’t have imagined the depraved power of Chthonics.

According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves. —Plato, The Symposium

It is so unkind--' 'Perhaps. But sometimes a compulsion comes over one to speak the truth!

But trauma bonds didn't change your appearance, just your souls.

I want a kiss,” she demanded

A lot was happening (none of it was good).

Get out of here!” Nyx clicked her teeth. “Skanky whore.

{Colonel Carr's testimony of Colonel Robert Ingersoll at his funeral} He was the boldest, most aggressive, courageous, virile, and the kindest and gentlest and most considerate and loving man I ever knew. His was a nature that yielded to no obstacles, that could not be moved nor turned aside by the allurements of place or position, the menaces of power, the favors of the opulent, or the enticing influences of public opinion. Entering upon his career in an age of obsequiousness and time-serving, when the values of political and religious views were estimated by what they would bring from the ruling party and from the church, in offices and emoluments and benefices, he assailed the giant evils of the times with the strength and power of Hercules and ground them to dust under his trip-hammer blows. Throughout his whole active life, there has been no greater and more potential influence than the personality of this sublime character in breaking the shackles of the slave, and in freeing men and women and children from the bonds of ignorance and superstition.

The lost one shall change what is before Chained to death’s soldiers, becoming evermore Her lgingihlthae shall—the—four —,—, hrakno, and the Serpent of Lore The chained one shall reveal the evil underscore Derguda by mneonsircm men,—afore Their—shall—the tides of war The monstrous one shall mend and restore For the otls eon hears his—roar.

We’re not bonding over abandonment issues.

Who . . . did this to you?” Kharon asked. “I want a name.” “I misspoke . . . I fell . . . and injured myself.” Augustus clenched his jaw. Kharon smiled

Men don’t deserve to feel good about themselves. Make him cry.

Only cowards are complicit in the face of injustice. You have to at least try to make a difference.

ripped out the throat of the lion and was standing over its dead carcass

Father John was somewhere in Montana. I was hyperventilating on Crete.

Every year we had an assembly on S.O.R.E., Snatching Organ Resistance Education. We all signed a pledge to not sell our body parts to anyone but the government. It was a tad confusing what their message was.

We ran like young wild furies, where angels feared to tread. The woods were dark and deep. Before us demons fled. We checked Coke bottle bottoms to see how far was far. Our worlds of magic wonder were never reached by car. We loved our dogs like brothers, our bikes like rocket ships. We were going to the stars, to Mars we’d make round trips. We swung on vines like Tarzan, and flashed Zorro’s keen blade. We were James Bond in his Aston, we were Hercules unchained. We looked upon the future and we saw a distant land, where our folks were always ageless, and time was shifting sand. We filled up life with living, with grins, scabbed knees, and noise. In glass I see an older man, but this book’s for the boys.

I'm yours. You can break my legs, but I'll still crawl after you. If you're injured, I will carve myself to pieces to make you whole...every...single...time. This is not a temporary arrangement. We will be together. Forever. Or I'll be dead.

On the contrary the depth and profound feeling of the spirit presupposes that the soul has worked its way through its feelings and powers and the whole of its inner life, i.e. that it has overcome much, suffered grief, endured anguish and pain of soul, and yet in this disunion has preserved its integrity and withdrawn out of it into itself. In the myth of Hercules the Greeks have presented us with a hero who after many labours was placed amongst the gods and enjoyed blissful peace there. But what Hercules achieved was only something outside him, the bliss given him as a reward was only peaceful repose. The ancient prophecy that he would put an end to the reign of Zeus, he did not fulfill, supreme hero of the Greeks though he was. The end of that rule only began when man conquered not dragons outside him or Lernaean hydras, but the dragons and hydras of his own heart, the inner obstinacy and inflexibility of his own self. Only in this way does natural serenity become that higher serenity of the spirit which completely traverses the negative moment of disunion and by this labour has won infinite satisfaction. The, feeling of cheerfulness and happiness must be transfigured and purified into bliss. For good fortune and happiness still involve an accidental and natural correspondence between the individual and his external circumstances; but in bliss the good fortune still attendant on a man’s existence as he is in nature falls away and the whole thing is transferred into the inner life of the spirit. Bliss is an acquired satisfaction and justified only on that account; it is a serenity in victory, the soul’s feeling when it has expunged from itself everything sensuous and finite and therefore has cast aside the care that always lies in wait for us. The soul is blissful when, after experiencing conflict and agony, it has triumphed over its sufferings. (α) If we now ask what can be strictly ideal in this subject-matter, the answer is: the reconciliation of the individual heart with God who in his appearance as man has traversed this way of sorrows. The substance of spiritual depth of feeling is religion alone, the peace of the individual who has a sense of himself but who finds true satisfaction only when, self-collected, his mundane heart is broken so that he is raised above his mere natural existence and its finitude, and in this elevation has won a universal depth of feeling, a spiritual depth and oneness in and with God. The soul wills itself, but it wills itself in something other than what it is in its individuality and therefore it gives itself up in face of God in order to find and enjoy itself in him. This is characteristic of love, spiritual depth in its truth, that religious love without desire which gives to the human spirit reconciliation, peace, and bliss. It is not the pleasure and joy of actual love as we know it in ordinary life, but a love without passion, indeed without physical inclination but with only an inclination of soul. Looked at physically, this is a love which is death, a death to the world, so that there hovers there as something past the actual relationship of one person to another; as a real mundane bond and connection this relationship has not come essentially to its perfection; for, on the contrary, it bears in itself the deficiency of time and the finite, and therefore it leads on to that elevation into a beyond which remains a consciousness and enjoyment of love devoid of longing and desire.

Two people who have suffered unhappiness have a great bond in common.

History teaches us that animals can feel a person’s aura,” Augustus said. “A protector chooses you—not the other way around, like most wrongly believe. When it’s clear that an animal wants to bond with you, you lock eyes and say ‘domus.

But you can’t send bonds by wireless.

Kharon was holding Ajax’s twisted head—he threw the limp body down—Ajax’s skull hit the side of the altar with a loud crack. Augustus moved in front of me protectively.

I’m a one-woman man . . . and she’s standing beside me.

Heat surrounded me. Still sandwiched between my husbands,

Augustus snatched the calculator away. “You’re both cut off.

we’re yours, Alexis. We’ll do anything for you.

The Crimson Duo.

Yesterday, they’d crawled to me, begging.

barely noticed the lack of pain because nothing in life compared to the agony of of my unrequited love for Alexis.

I like to praise. One could say he’s . . . cruel.

Unum cubile,” Augustus muttered under his breath as he dragged his hand over his sharp jaw. One bed.

She stood between the panic attacks, the deep abyss of pain that I held in pieces around my heart, and the dark thoughts.

I’m yours,” I said as the rain roared around us. “You can break my legs, but I’ll still crawl after you. If you’re injured, I will carve myself to pieces to make you whole … every … single … time. This is not a temporary arrangement. We will be together. Forever. Or I’ll be dead.

Nothing in life was more powerful than two women affirming each other's horrible life choices.

Stop it!” I shouted, as Nyx hissed, “PAINT THE WALLS RED WITH THEIR BLOOD.

It had only taken twenty years for me to lose my mind.

Sometimes what we were made for was different from what we wanted.

Agathokakological (adj., Greek origin) Composed of both good and evil According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves. —Plato, The Symposium

Ceres made me realize that I was a very low-energy person. Wait, am I anemic?

Everything was hazy, in a warmly delicious, scream-into-the-abyss-and-tear-at-your-scalp-while-you-spiral, hellacious sort of way.

She needs monsters, precisely because she’s not one.

It will be fine."- I lied "We can do this."- she lied back Nothing in life was more powerful than two women affirming each other's horrible life choices

In the last few months living on Crete—avoiding Satan and Evil Incarnate (my husbands) and trying to find a single smidgen of mental health (still searching)—

Don’t speak to our wife,” Augustus ordered

It was no wonder we’d fallen in love with her. Alexis was like no one else on earth. Angelus Romae. No creature

Men who hurt women don’t deserve to live.

Let’s go,” he said. “Where?” “To get our wife.

My woman.

Womanhood was complicated. Men could never understand the lifestyle.

Familia,

Do the Olympian health clinics offer lobotomies?

Apparently

The scene was haunting like an oil on canvas by the artist Alexandre Cabanel.

It’s just a nightmare.

had a piercing—

Holy Kronos

No shit—ow—fuck.

I should have told you. I just . . . You could talk to me and my kind is almost extinct. I was . . . lonely.

You have a . . . dimple.” “Do I?” He smiled wide

He . . . big dog,” Hell said in his strange

Ceres,” I screamed with warning as we landed amongst pink lace. “Patro knows about you!

For you

I’m yours,” I said as the rain roared around us. “You can break my legs

The fucking Titan had sliced her ear into pieces

trauma bonds didn’t change your appearance

I prefer men who don't speak. Men should be seen—slaughtering and protecting—not heard

Typical,” he sneered. Augustus stepped forward. “Watch . . . how you speak to my wife.

I love you both so much,” Alexis said

Alexis

According to Greek mythology

Yesss,” Nyx hissed encouragingly. “Ruin him. Men don’t deserve to feel good about themselves. Make him cry.

I’m an anglerfish.” I pushed his hand away. “I’ve lured you both in with my glow. My blood—it yearns to poison you and . . . I’m hideous.

The House of Hades is known as the House of Death because when we feel passionately about something . . . we wage war. Always.