Hades Best Quotes

I will see you again,’ Hades promised. ‘I will prepare a room for you at the palace in case you do not survive. Perhaps your chambers would look good decorated with the skulls of monks.’ ‘Now I can’t tell if you’re joking.’ Hades’s eyes glittered as his form began to fade. ‘Then perhaps we are alike in some important ways.’ The god vanished.

The name says it all. That's where Dad (Hades) tries out his new punishment ideas, but he says the traditional ones still work best: the lava flows, the minefields full of exploding surprises, burning at the stake, running naked through cactus patches... You name it, we've got it here - Nico di Angelo

Nico had proven himself in other ways. He'd kept the camps' secrets for the best of reasons, because he feared a war. He had plunged into Tartarus alone, voluntarily, to find the Doors of Death. He'd been captured and imprisoned by giants. He had led the crew of the Argo II into the House of Hades…and now he had accepted yet another terrible quest: raking himself to haul the Athene Parthenos back to Camp Half-Blood.

Monsters are eternal,” she told him, trying to keep herself from sobbing. “We will remember you and Damasen as heroes, as the best Titan and the best giant. We'll tell our children. We'll keep the story alive. Someday, you will regenerate.

Grief means we loved fiercely…and if that is all anyone ever has to say about either one of us in the end, I think we lived our best life.

I am praetor of the legion," Reyna said. "I judge this to be in the best interest of Rome." "To get yourself killed? To break our oldest laws and travel to the Ancient Lands? How will you even find their ship, assuming you survive the journey?" [Octavian] "I will find them," Reyna said.

Frank had decided that whatever his fate was, he wouldn’t worry about it. He would just do the best he could to help his friends.

Babe, you're my best kinda therapy

Best way to get over a guy was to get under a new one, right?

Just get him started on what he thinks is best for souls. He's all about making everyone feel right at home. Oh gods! He reads these stupid psychology books and just spouts off random psycho-babble. It's awful! - Cassandra

When he concentrated, a miniature tornado swirled around its three points, getting faster and larger the more he focused. When he planted the spear on the ground, the floor of the pit began to shake and crak. "Best weapon,"he announced." Right here." Brontes tossed them a third item. Hades caught this one-a gleaming bronze war helmet decorated with scenes of death and destruction. "You get weapons" Hades grumbled. "i get a hat

Let’s just follow the Boy Scouts from Hades and hope for the best.

Jason shouted in his best drill-sergeant voice: “Frank Zhang! I, Jason Grace, praetor of the Twelfth Legion Fulminata, give you my final order: I resign my post and give you emergency field promotion to praetor, with the full powers of that rank. Take command of this legion!

Good leaders know that their people will only truly thrive not when they are pushed to be perfect but when they are encouraged to be their natural best.

Who’s your best buddy?

He loved them with a complete and undeniable love, the love of a father. The best he could do was try to turn their killer instincts on those other monsters out there in the night who deserved it, and in a twisted and sickening way maybe they would be making the world safer from the same darkness they each carried. The

When they needed a drink, the best they could do was sip some refreshing liquid fire. Yep. Percy definitely knew how to show a girl a good time. At

the Boy Scouts from Hades and hope for the best.

Leo had a terrifying image of his Aunt Rosa and some old Chinese woman in wrestlers’ outfits, whaling on each other with spiked clubs. “Yeah,” Leo said. “I’m sure they would’ve been best buds.

Not to have been born at all, Never to have seen the light of the sun: This is the best thing for mortals. Or, if begotten, to have fallen from the womb Straight into the grave, And to be smothered, unknowing, In the dirt of Hades.

Percy studied the statue uneasily. He’d never had the best relationship with Annabeth’s mom. He kept expecting Big Mama Statue to come alive and chew him out for getting her daughter into so much trouble—or maybe just step on him without a word. “It makes sense,” Nico said. Percy flinched. It almost sounded like Nico had read his mind and was agreeing that Athena should step on him.

Hermes said. “Grief means we loved fiercely…and if that is all anyone ever has to say about either one of us in the end, I think we lived our best lives.

It was for the best,” she said gently. “I wanted no beauty. I needed no more beauty.” “I

Have I told you that you're the best?" "I will note the date and time," she said. "And remind you every chance I get.

No one ever said you had to pretend everything was okay,” Hermes said. “Grief means we loved fiercely…and if that is all anyone ever has to say about either one of us in the end, I think we lived our best lives.

HAZEL WASN’T PROUD OF CRYING. After the tunnel collapsed, she wept and screamed like a two-year-old throwing a tantrum. She couldn’t move the debris that separated her and Leo from the others. If the earth shifted any more, the entire complex might collapse on their heads. Still, she pounded her fists against the stones and yelled curses that would’ve earned her a mouth-washing with lye soap back at St. Agnes Academy. Leo stared at her, wide-eyed and speechless. She wasn’t being fair to him. The last time the two of them had been together, she’d zapped him into her past and shown him Sammy, his great-grandfather—Hazel’s first boyfriend. She’d burdened him with emotional baggage he didn’t need, and left him so dazed they had almost gotten killed by a giant shrimp monster. Now here they were, alone again, while their friends might be dying at the hands of a monster army, and she was throwing a fit. “Sorry.” She wiped her face. “Hey, you know…” Leo shrugged. “I’ve attacked a few rocks in my day.” She swallowed with difficulty. “Frank is…he’s—” “Listen,” Leo said. “Frank Zhang has moves. He’s probably gonna turn into a kangaroo and do some marsupial jujitsu on their ugly faces.” He helped her to her feet. Despite the panic simmering inside her, she knew Leo was right. Frank and the others weren’t helpless. They would find a way to survive. The best thing she and Leo could do was carry on. She studied Leo. His hair had grown out longer and shaggier, and his face was leaner, so he looked less like an imp and more like one of those willowy elves in the fairy tales. The biggest difference was his eyes. They constantly drifted, as if Leo was trying to spot something over the horizon. “Leo, I’m sorry,” she said. He raised an eyebrow. “Okay. For what?” “For…” She gestured around her helplessly. “Everything. For thinking you were Sammy, for leading you on. I mean, I didn’t mean to, but if I did—” “Hey.” He squeezed her hand, though Hazel sensed nothing romantic in the gesture. “Machines are designed to work.” “Uh, what?” “I figure the universe is basically like a machine. I don’t know who made it, if it was the Fates, or the gods, or capital-G God, or whatever. But it chugs along the way it’s supposed to most of the time. Sure, little pieces break and stuff goes haywire once in a while, but mostly…things happen for a reason. Like you and me meeting.” “Leo Valdez,” Hazel marveled, “you’re a philosopher.” “Nah,” he said. “I’m just a mechanic. But I figure my bisabuelo Sammy knew what was what. He let you go, Hazel. My job is to tell you that it’s okay. You and Frank—you’re good together. We’re all going to get through this. I hope you guys get a chance to be happy. Besides, Zhang couldn’t tie his shoes without your help.” “That’s mean,” Hazel chided, but she felt like something was untangling inside her—a knot of tension she’d been carrying for weeks. Leo really had changed. Hazel was starting to think she’d found a good friend. “What happened to you when you were on your own?” she asked. “Who did you meet?” Leo’s eye twitched. “Long story. I’ll tell you sometime, but I’m still waiting to see how it shakes out.” “The universe is a machine,” Hazel said, “so it’ll be fine.” “Hopefully.” “As long as it’s not one of your machines,” Hazel added. “Because your machines never do what they’re supposed to.” “Yeah, ha-ha.” Leo summoned fire into his hand. “Now, which way, Miss Underground?” Hazel scanned the path in front of them. About thirty feet down, the tunnel split into four smaller arteries, each one identical, but the one on the left radiated cold. “That way,” she decided. “It feels the most dangerous.” “I’m sold,” said Leo. They began their descent.

He done his level best. Was he a mining on the flat.. He done it with a zest.. Was he a leading of the choir.. He done his level best. If he'd a reg'lar task to do, He never took no rest.. Or if 'twas off and on the same.. He done his level best. If he was preachin' on his beat, He'd tramp from east to west, And north to south ..in cold and heat.. He done his level best. He'd Yank a sinner outen (Hades), And land him with the blest; Then snatch a prayer'n waltz in again, And do his level best. He'd cuss and sing and howl and pray, And dance and drink and jest, He done his level best. Whate'er this man was sot to do He done it with a zest; No matter what his contract was, He'd do his level best...

Percy couldn't help smiling. "Reyna, you're too modest. Flying halfway across the world by yourself to answer Annabeth's plea, because you knew it was our best chance for peace? That's pretty freaking heroic." Reyna shrugged. " Says the demigod who fell into Tartarus and found his way back." "He had help," Annabeth said. "Oh, obviously," Reyna said. "Without you, I doubt Percy could find his way back out of a paper bag." "True," Annabeth agreed. "Hey!" Percy complained

Bob, don’t!” Percy said, his eyes pleading. “He’ll destroy you permanently. No coming back. No regeneration.” Bob shrugged. “Who knows what will be? You must go now. Tartarus is right about one thing. We cannot defeat him. We can only buy you time.” The Doors tried to close on Annabeth’s foot. “Twelve minutes,” said the Titan. “I can give you that.” “Percy... hold the Doors.” Annabeth jumped and threw her arms around the Titan’s neck. She kissed his cheek, her eyes so full of tears, she couldn’t see straight. Bob’s stubbly face smelled of cleaning supplies — fresh lemony furniture polish and Murphy Oil wood soap. “Monsters are eternal,” she told him, trying to keep herself from sobbing. “We will remember you and Damasen as heroes, as the best Titan and the best giant. We’ll tell our children. We’ll keep the story alive. Someday, you will regenerate.” Bob ruffled her hair. Smile lines crinkled around his eyes. “That is good. Until then, my friends, tell the sun and the stars hello for me. And be strong. This may not be the last sacrifice you must make to stop Gaea.

He flew into the trees and the Lost Boys ran after him. The twins looked at the others and shrugged. “I guess we should follow them,” Alex said. “This is going to go horribly wrong,” Red said. “There’s not much else we can do,” Mother Goose said. “Let’s just follow the Boy Scouts from Hades and hope for the best.

Do you have any idea how maddening it's been envisioning you in the lingerie that matches those shoes?"... "Corbin, I'm serious." "I'm sure you are but that is my final offer. Take it or leave it and if you chose the latter, I will let this home sit empty and fall into disrepair until you finally come around." I closed my eyes and sighed, "That's really not fair." "Anything is fair when I'm trying my level best to get you to fall in love with me...." I kissed him gently on the lips and walked away from him but just as I reached the hall, I turned back to see him watching me. "Oh, and if we're NOT playing fair, then maybe you should know I'm not wearing any underwear.

I brought him here,” he said, eager to claim credit for whatever had so overjoyed his king. “I caught him making a sacrifice to Lord Hades at your shrine, my lord Theseus, and when I tried to stop him--” Theseus’s laughter crushed Telys’s weak attempt at boasting. “We all know what happened when you tried to stop him, you clown,” he said, wiping his eyes. “The whole palace is talking about how you were bested by a mere boy. Well, the truth is even better.” He was off the throne and across the floor in an instant, scattering everyone who stood between him and me. He bounded behind me, grabbed the waist of my tunic with both hands, and yanked it back, hard. I’d relied on the looseness of my clothing to hide my breasts, small as they were, but now the thin cloth pulled taut against every line of my body. I might as well have been wearing nothing at all. I heard the onlookers gasp. “Why aren’t you smiling, Telys?” Theseus leered as he confronted the horror-struck young guard. “You ought to be glad. You weren’t beaten by a boy after all.

Grief means we loved fiercely... and if that is all anyone ever has to say about either one of us in the end, I think we lived out best lives.

Sometimes you will hear people try to make this obsession with means into a virtue: “It’s not about where you’re going, it’s how you get there.” But if you dwell on these claims long enough, the best you can do is say with Albert Camus, “The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”8 In his famous essay, The Myth of Sisyphus, Camus suggests that human life is much like the fate of Sisyphus from Greek mythology, who was damned to spend eternity pushing a boulder up a mountain, only to watch it roll down again. Life, then, is an endless, arduous, meaningless existence. Also, to be clear, Sisyphus is in Hades. If all society can promise us is a life in Hades pushing the boulder of the Responsibilities of Self-Belonging, then it’s not much of a promise.

Persephone shivered. “He didn’t know I was a goddess.” “But he knew you were a woman and he let his anger get the best of him. So he will be punished.” Hades said it as matter-of-fact, and she knew there was no arguing.

I'll erase his memory...after he is punished for his treatment of you." Persephone shivered. "He didn't know I was a goddess." "But he knew you were a woman and he let his anger get the best of him. So he will be punished." -pg. 58

could she really give up the details of her relationship with Hades in exchange for her best friend’s life?

No one ever said you had to pretend everything was okay," Hermes said. "Grief means we loved fiercely...and if that is all anyone ever has to say about either one of us in the end, I think we lived our best lives.

Grief means we loved fiercely…and if that is all anyone ever has to say about either one of us in the end, I think we lived our best lives.

Careful, Mortal. I'm not above turning you into a goat for my own enjoyment." "Your enjoyment?" Lexa cackled. "That would be the best thing that ever happened to me.

Whoa, what?" His gravelly voice kicked up a notch at my accusation. "She's right here; I'm staring right at her. What the hell is going on?" My heart stopped a second, then beat twice as fast as those words sunk in and confused the fuck out of me. "Here where? Where are you?" He made a sound like he was walking while he spoke to me. "The frozen yogurt shop down the street. Apparently, she needed sugar for her period or some shit." I swallowed heavily, my free hand balled into a fist as my eyes surveyed the mess in my home. "Put her on, Cass. Put her on the phone." "Two seconds," he replied, and the sound of his boots on the pavement traveled down the phone, followed by the chime of a shop door opening. Then came the best sound I'd ever heard in my entire damn life. "Dare? What's up? Cass looks like he's ready to murder something.

Hades had always done his best thinking while buried in wet female.

He grinned wider at my response, then tentatively lowered his face to my cunt. It took him all of about three seconds to find my clit, then my whole world exploded into stars and rainbows and shit. Between his fingers and his mouth, he delivered, hands down, the best oral sex I'd ever experienced. I came twice before literally begging him to fuck me properly.

The best thing you can be for her is a safe space. You are where she heals from trauma, not where it seethes.

You're the best, Zed," I groaned before taking a bite of the buttery bread. He shot me a smirk and a wink. "I know how you like your bread buttered, boss.

You broke my heart, Zed. Is that what you want to hear from me? You're the only person to ever break my heart. But I sucked it up and dealt with it. You offered me friendship and I took it. You're my best friend and nothing more." "Jesus, Dare, that was six years ago, and you were engaged to my best friend! What the fuck was I supposed to do? I didn't know. I had no idea what he was—" He broke off scrubbing a hand over his face. "I thought I was doing the right thing.

He turned and found a green peplos waiting. He gathered the fabric and turned to Hecate. “Have I told you that you’re the best?” “I will note the date and time,” she said. “And remind you every chance I get.

Perhaps live with the knowledge that Demeter did her best given her circumstances and yet know that does not mean your trauma is invalid. We are all broken, Persephone. It’s what we do with pieces that matters.

When they needed a drink, the best they could do was sip some refreshing liquid fire. Yep. Percy definitely knew how to show a girl a good time.

my best—" He cut me off with a sharp laugh of disbelief. "No, you dense bitch. I love you." And then, because clearly I'd missed the emphasis he was placing on that statement, he grabbed me by the front of my shirt and crashed his lips down on mine.

Hit it, girls!” yelled the team leader in an unnaturally high voice. At that, the squad turned to face the audience. There was a moment of stunned silence. “Ye gods!” the goddessgirls shouted in unison. The squad was all boys! As Heracles, Hades, Actaeon, Ares, and Apollo began their comic routine, the girls and everyone else in the audience burst out laughing. The routine was full of hilariously clumsy leaps and strikingly awkward poses. But the chant the five boys had made up was actually pretty good: “Clap your hands, Stomp your feet. Those MOA girls can’t be beat! Go, blue. Go, gold. You’re a wonder to behold!” The boys tripped over one another, lost their wigs, and fell down a lot. At the end of their routine the pyramid they tried to form collapsed as badly as their cake had. They wound up sprawled on the floor. Making the best of it, they came up grinning.

Hayden Darling Timber was my birth name, and for all my legal businesses I was Daria Wolff, CEO of Copper Wolf Enterprises. But only a handful of people had ever been close enough to use a playful nickname like Dare. Seph was one, and she still insisted on using it. Her newest best friend had briefly used it, but only because my asshole sister had introduced me as Dare, rather than Hades. No one had filled the poor girl in until she’d known me a good four months, too.

His brows shot up. "Oh. Oh. I thought... Yeah, I mean, no. I mean I do now? I hope?" His hands went back to my waist, and his neck bent to meet me in another heated kiss. "This is actually turning out to be the best night of my life, I think." I laughed and swatted him playfully as I stuffed my feet back into my heels. "Come on; my place isn't far.

The concept, "all men are equal before God" does an extraordinary amount of harm; actions and attitudes of mind were forbidden which belonged to the prerogative of the strong alone, just as if they were in themselves unworthy of man. All the tendencies of strong men were brought into disrepute by the fact that the defensive weapons of the most weak (even of those who were weakest towards themselves) were established as a standard of valuation. The confusion went so far that precisely the great virtuosos of life (whose self-control presents the sharpest contrast to the vicious and the unbridled) were branded with the most opprobrious names. Even to this day people feel themselves compelled to disparage a Cesare Borgia: it is simply ludicrous. The Church has anathematised German Kaisers owing to their vices: as if a monk or a priest had the right to say a word as to what a Frederick II. should allow himself. Don Juan is sent to hell: this is very naïf. Has anybody ever noticed that all interesting men are lacking in heaven? ... This is only a hint to the girls, as to where they may best find salvation. If one think at all logically, and also have a profound insight into that which makes a great man, there, can be no doubt at all that the Church has dispatched all "great men" to Hades — its fight is against all "greatness in man".

You do realize the Underworld is the realm of the dead, don’t you, Hecate?” “It is also a place for new beginnings,” she said. “Sometimes, the existence a soul leads here is the best life they’ve ever had.

He's gone," Ostin said. He turned to Taylor. "He's gone." For a moment she froze. Then she ran to Ostin and shook him. "Don't say it! Don't say it!" "I'm sorry," he said. "Don't say it," she said again. She fell to her knees, then to her chest, overcome by the pain of loss. "Don't say he's gone." Ostin sat next to her, tears falling down his cheeks. "He was my best friend." Taylor looked up at him. "He was my everything." The two of them fell into each other and cried.

Way to go, Hecate," Hermes said. "They were just getting to the best part." "What the actual fuck?" Dionysus snarled.

I need you to summon Ilias and Apollo within the hour." "No," Hermes said. Hades lifted a brow. "No?" "What about I have no powers don't you understand?" "You have no power, but you are a divine messenger and part of this war." "Why can't you summon them?" "I have other matters to attend to," he said. "I hope it's trimming that gods-awful beard." That was exactly the matter at hand. He also wanted to bathe. There were just some things glamour couldn't replace. "Even if that is the case—and it should be the case—you can summon Ilias and Apollo and shave faster than I can leave the Underworld." There was a brief moment of silence, and then Hades spoke. "Fine. I suppose I can just...send an email." Hermes gasped. "You wouldn't." Hades shrugged. "You have given me no choice." "After all I've done," Hermes said, throwing off his blanket. He jumped from the bed and started searching the floor for something. Hades hoped it was clothes. "If you are still referring to Ares's island—" "I'm talking about being your best friend!" Hermes said. "But best friends don't use their archenemy, do they? No. You know what's so fucking stupid about email? There are faster ways to communicate! Phones! You could just text! But you are so old, you don't even know that!

I know," I replied softly. "I love you too. You're my best—" He cut me off with a sharp laugh of disbelief. "No, you dense bitch. I love you.

I felt a spark for the first time in my long dreary existence. You were the best thing that ever happened to me" as his kneading hands rove my spine, so gently that his hands seemed to be almost worshipping.

Zed had the best of intentions. He wanted to push that delicate relationship balance between us in a way I'd been quietly hoping he would do for ages. Yet all it'd done was resurface my badly patched trauma and thrown me straight back into the past when I was seventeen, naïve as fuck, gaslighted at every waking moment, and abused behind closed doors by my sociopathic fiancé.

The heat from the river baked Percy's skin. Every breath was like inhaling Sulfur-scented fiberglass. When they needed a drink, the best they could do was sip some refreshing liquid fire . Yep. Percy definitely knew how to show a girl a good time

In my experience, the prettiest men are the best ones to avoid,” I told her.