Elpis Quotes

What Pandora did not know was that, when she shut the lid of the jar so hastily, she for ever imprisoned inside one last daughter of Nyx. One last little creature was left behind to beat its wings hopelessly in the jar for ever. Its name was ELPIS, Hope.

Um, Galen . . . This one is leaking."Styxx Galen laughed. Danae cried out in horror. " am so sorry, Highness! I--" "Bah," Galen scoffed, interrupting her. "Not the worst that boy's had on him, is it, young prince?" "Definitely not. But . . ." He passed Elpis back to Galen. "I fear I have no experience with this realm of domesticity. I've never even seen a pana, never mind tried to apply one to such a small person.

Elpis, the spirit of hope, stayed with humans so they wouldn’t give up completely. They could always believe that things might get better.

We do not hope for no reason. Hope is the reason for itself. We don't care for our beloveds For any specific, singular logic, But, rather, for the whole of them. That is to say, Love is justified by loving.

Dragons have no need to be frightened,

Hang on,” Areo called back to Borely. “And quit screaming.” Borely laughed. “I had always hoped to die in a glorious way. Can’t think of anything more spectacular than this!” “Don’t die, you idiot,

His father glanced to the side and smirked. “You take after me a little too well sometimes... Very well then. Your mother will kill me though if you lose an arm or something.” “Or scar that pretty face of yours,” Turan added.

You have some skill with Nexi stones,” the man went on, calm and placid. He almost sounded disinterested, even. Before Turan could yell a retort, the man caused vines to wrap around Turan’s head, forcing a gag to form across his mouth.

Terico wasn’t sure how to respond. He was now relying on a cryptic, blood-sucking vampire and a dodgy old man who continually grew a little more questionable to trust. He wondered just how far down this path he would have to walk in order to obtain his revenge.

Terico’s father had always told him that creatures capable of saving lives were generally just as capable of taking them. Humans were the prime example of this, but at this moment, three levels down an underground cave, Terico felt that the carnivorous pitcher plant worked just as nicely.

It doesn’t feel like enough. Hard work doesn’t mean anything if it doesn’t bring results.” Mother shook her head and gave a light little sigh. “Men tend to think that way. I think you’ll learn for yourself that’s not true though, Sea Scrub.” She didn’t say any more on the matter, so Terico didn’t either.

The fact he promised to assist Borely and Jenba in rescuing Areo helped persuade him to assist the Fiefs Kingdom in its ambition to obtain materials called Haders. They were apparently powerful Nexi stones crafted for the sake of fighting against the Elpis. Precisely what Borely needed to help bring down Augurc and free Areo.

I’ll be sure to let Suran know you got beaten up by a plant,” Turan said. “Or when she asks about those cuts at school, you can tell her yourself! She’ll be all over you then.” “Yes, and then I can let all the girls at school know about your little collision with the fluff ball bunnies last week.” “They attacked me in my sleep!

You’ll need help with this, Dad,” Terico said. “I’ve fought off cavern monsters before.” Father planted his glowing staff in a tight crevice in the floor. “None this big. Not even half this big, unless Turan’s... embellished stories of the fifteen-meter flying shark bush is to be believed.” “It was twenty meters,” Turan said, still on his knees.

I can see where you get your flair for romance.

A quick lesson then, Terico. If your goal is to kill something, you have to take extra measures to ensure it’s truly dead.

The road toward vengeance is a bloody one, and often connects to many other bloody roads. Kill one man, and five people will wish to avenge him.

Lanek fought the urge to keep a hand at the hilt of his rapier. It had been some time since Rilv had last summoned him—five years now?— but he still remembered quite clearly the dangers this castle represented. Though he had a guard leading him down the posh hallway, he didn’t feel any safer. Perhaps he couldn’t get himself to fully trust the royal guard. Or perhaps he just couldn’t trust anyone anymore.

The road toward vengeance is a bloody one, and often connects to many other bloody roads, Jujor had said. That’s fine, Terico thought. I will accept the consequences. Turn the road into a sea, and I will dive in if I have to.

After all, they were heading to Limbo, the port city notorious for its piracy. Based on the research of Rilv’s operatives and a team of Nexi researchers, one of the Haders was believed to be near Limbo. They somehow were able to tell that the Hader was moving over the sea, implying it was being used by someone who traveled on a boat. And considering how there were so many treasure-hunting pirates that docked in Limbo, it seemed likely some pirate captain had the Hader.

Once we give you the fragment, our wish for you is to use the power of the Elpis for the sake of killing Delkol Shire. Doing so could prevent a full-scale attack on the capital, which we have reason to believe may ensue within the week.” “I... have no problem with that,” Terico said. It was a little troubling to think his goal to kill Delkol was precisely what the government wished him to do. In some ways, it felt like his whole life was being orchestrated by outsiders.

You are still in Vursa.” The woman’s tone made it more like a statement than a question. “We are,” Terico said. “But I still don’t know who you are, or even what you are... I’m Terico Obisious, and I’ve been traveling with Jujor in order to find the pieces of the Elpis stone, in the hopes of bringing down Delkol and the Brotherhood.” Terico decided it didn’t matter at this point if Borely and Kitoh knew the truth about his objectives, considering how they had witnessed the power of the Elpis firsthand.

So you know we have an Elpis piece,” Terico said. “Delkol also has one. And now he has a golden Nexi that will lead him to the other two.” “Time is of the essence then,” Rilv said. “We will need you to come to Setar as soon as possible.” “Our boat has been destroyed, unfortunately,” Terico said. “All the ships docked here were destroyed.” “A ship would take too long,” Rilv said. “We will send an airship to pick you up, along with any of your companions who wish to assist.” An airship! This was precisely the sort of thing Terico wished to hear.

Areo shook her head, but couldn’t help but smile a little as well. The advice was both overly simplistic and a bit meaningless, making the whole monologue fairly ridiculous. But it was a nice sentiment, nonetheless. “Thanks, Captain Borely.” “Not a problem, madame. But you can call me Borely, if you wish. Though if you must use an adjective, there’s always Handsome Borely. Or Ravishing Borely. Or from you, I wouldn’t mind hearing Sweet Borely or Dearest Borely.” Areo frowned. Certainly can’t call him Subtle Borely any time soon, she thought. “I’ll think about it.

He screamed and nearly dropped the Elpis on instinct, but he forced himself to keep a firm grip on it. There was no way he was going to let Delkol steal it from him. “I can make the same deal I tried to make with your father,” Delkol said, continuing to walk casually toward Terico. “Give me the Elpis, and there will be no need for me to kill you or your friends over there.” Terico glanced back at Areo, Borely, and Kitoh, who had gathered a few meters behind him. They were in no condition to keep fighting, and really—neither was Terico. But he couldn’t just run away. He couldn’t just do nothing. Not again.

Terico had to lean down a bit to hear him better. “I don’t want to turn into a dragon again...” “I see. It must be...” Terico struggled to find the right word. “Bloody amazing.” Lanek spun his chair around so he was facing them. “If I could turn into a dragon, I’d probably fly around and burn things every day.

The door behind Terico opened. He turned to find a tall, hooded figure in black armor stepping into the wrecked council room. The man wasn’t eigni—he was human. “They say imitation is the greatest form of flattery,” called a familiar voice. “Though I have to say, it is amusing to see you killing others with the same skills I used to kill your parents, and everyone else in that shoddy cathedral.” Delkol. Terico widened his eyes and leaped to his feet. He raised his sword and gripped his Elpis fragment tight. The man who murdered his parents, destroyed his village, and brought an end to everything good in Terico’s life. Delkol Shire stood just a few meters in front of him. The man flipped back his hood, revealing a thin, all-knowing smile. Staring at this man replayed the entire tragedy of Edellerston in Terico’s head. It all came down to this.

Again, the stories vary,” Jujor said. “Some say he and a council of thirty-one alchemists managed to concoct a liquid that would break the stone apart into a hundred pieces once dipped in it. Others say a powerful elf, eigni, human, and vampire each sacrificed his or her life, enacting an ancient spell powerful enough to break the Elpis into four pieces. And one interesting tale describes the king summoning the ghost of a giant narwhal, which stabbed the stone into two halves with its tusk.” Terico didn’t know what to think of any of these stories. He had heard many tales reminiscent of these ones as a child, and growing up he felt they were mainly just meant to entertain or help explain things about the world. But who knew? Perhaps some of these things did happen. The Nexi opened up the possibility for many astounding things, especially when rare, powerful stones were used.

Prometheus tapped the lid of Pandora’s jar. “Only one spirit remained inside when Pandora opened it.” “Hope,” I said. Prometheus looked pleased. “Very good, Percy. Elpis, the Spirit of Hope, would not abandon humanity. Hope does not leave without being given permission. She can only be released by a child of man.

Це Elpis — себто Надія. Найгірше з лих. Саме надія стримує нас від дій, саме надія подовжує страждання людей, адже, всупереч очевидному, здається, що «якось уже буде». Однак не буде того, чого бути не повинно…

Bold Gambit Lanek fought the urge to keep a hand at the hilt of his rapier. It had been some time since Rilv had last summoned him—five years now?— but he still remembered quite clearly the dangers this castle represented. Though he had a guard leading him down the posh hallway, he didn’t feel any safer. Perhaps he couldn’t get himself to fully trust the royal guard. Or perhaps he just couldn’t trust anyone anymore.

Borely could remember fighting some of Augurc’s men five years ago, and during some of his nighttime searches for Areo in subsequent years. For whatever reason, many of them never responded to his questions, even when they were maimed and severely injured. Instead, they would just keep on fighting. The others—those who didn’t undergo experiments to their minds—were too difficult for Borely to defeat, their fighting skills heightened in other ways. It was a strange, unpredictable world now, and everything about it had become foreign to Borely. Even himself.

Her performance met his expectations, and that was all he needed. If only everyone in the world was this beautifully predictable.

Surely by tonight, people would wonder where their husband went, where their wife went, where their child went, where their friend went, where their neighbor went. What would the authorities think when they suddenly realize twenty completely unrelated people went missing?

She was still worn out from the whole fiasco, but more so she was broken inside.

If you had a deep question in your heart, there is now an answer—a key resting in the lock, waiting for you to turn it.

All he really cared about was Nexi energy, and the possibilities the magical science presented him. And right now, he needed to ensure his employer would be able to keep control over the most destructive monster the world had ever seen.

Only you can choose your own path, but when the time comes to make those important decisions— remember to think with your heart, as well as your mind. You will know what to do, then.

your magic tuch

your magic touch

Zeus steckt Pandora ein Geschenk ins Gepäck, eine mysteriöse Büchse, eigentlich ein Gefäß, und verbietet es ihr, es zu öffnen. Doch sie ist neugierig und öffnet es. Alle Übel der Menschheit, die er darin verschlossen hatte, entweichen: das Alter, die Krankheit, der Krieg, die Hungersnot, der Wahnsinn, das Elend... Nur ein einziges Übel ist zu langsam, um zu entweichen, oder gehorcht es womöglich dem Willen des Zeus? Erinnern Sie sich an den Namen für dieses Übel? - Nein. Klären Sie uns auf, Victor Miesel. - Dieses Übel, das ist Elpis, die Hoffnung. Es ist das schlimmste aller Übel. Denn es ist die Hoffnung, die uns verbietet zu handeln, es ist die Hoffnung, die das Unglück der Menschen verlängert, denn, nicht wahr, entgegen aller Evidenz "wird schon alles gut gehen". Es kann nicht sein, was nicht sein darf...

Elpis

Elpis?” I ask. Persephone nods. “Could you have ever truly understood the primal, raw hope you carry inside you, that you give to others now, without having experienced suffering first? Without nearly unbearable loss and pain to overcome? How can you gauge joy without knowing despair? It’s the journey, Cat. The outcome. Certainly, you were special from the start, but you weren’t born with the inner strength of a thousand men or the wisdom to rule a kingdom. You’re building them, minute by minute, as you live each wonderful or terrible day of your life.” A chill ripples over me. A wave of warmth chases it away. Her words resonate on a deep level, but I’m still not ready to let go of my resentment. Clearly, I’m not that strong yet, or that wise.

The hermit takes a long wooden spoon from the table and then stirs what must be her dinner for a solid week. Her slow mixing sets loose even more of the mouth-watering meat and herbs aroma of whatever is stewing over the fire, and my stomach rumbles—long, low, and loud. She slants me an unnerving, bright-green look before moving her slightly contemptuous gaze over to Griffin. “Does your man not feed you?” she asks. I sense Griffin bristling beside me, as if his shoulders grow a foot in width. “Of course he feeds me. More importantly, I feed myself.” Sort of. I can pick berries. And maybe catch a fish. I can definitely start a fire. Sometimes. I glance at Griffin, and he looks back at me with a definite hint of Liar, liar, tunic on fire in his eyes. I shrug. I guess that’s why we’re a team. I’m Elpis. He cooks.

What is harvested in the world is composed of four elements: water, earth, wind, and light. What God harvests is also composed of four elements: faith [pistis], hope [elpis], love [agap], and contemplation [gnosis]. Our earth is faith, for she gives us roots. Water is our hope, for it slakes our thirst. Wind [pneuma] is the love [agap] through which we grow; and light is the contemplation [gnosis] through which we ripen.

A tiny creature named Elpis, also known as hope. She stayed in Pandora’s jar so that she could revisit us after all our miseries. So that we can hope that the hard times will get better, hope that grief will soften, hope that terrors will quell.

You just have to let love lead you

En un célebre mito de la antigua Grecia, narrado por Hesíodo, que se ha convertido en una expresión metafórica en la cultura de masas, Pandora, la primera mujer mortal que aparece en la tierra, abre una caja de cuyo interior se escapan todos los males del mundo. Pocos, sin embargo, se acuerdan de la última parte de la historia: cuando todos los males ya han salido de la caja, en el fondo queda un minúsculo don que al parecer puede conceder la revancha contra el mal que se extiende: los griegos lo llaman Elpis, que significa esperanza.