Hercules Meg Quotes

I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day!

If I don't return, make sure Hercules moves on from all of this," Meg said. "Meg..." Phil swallowed hard. It was the first time he'd called her by her actual name. She tried to put her spinning thoughts into words. "I don't want him wasting his immortality on me. He's a good guy who gives so much of himself. He deserves to have someone do that for him in return. Got it?" Phil looked at her. "Wow, you really do love the guy, don't you?

Hercules knows you are a strong, confident woman. It's one of the things he loves about you, just like you relish his big heart and ability to see the world in a bright way. You've opened yourselves up to each other, which is a beautiful thing! But it's important to remember that when you let someone into your heart, you allow them to see all sides of you- even the vulnerable side. Loving someone does not make you any less strong. It means you trust in one another and they trust in you- that you can give and you can take.

I wish I could live here in this meadow. It's gorgeous." "Yeah, it is," Hercules agreed. "That's Persephone's handiwork," he explained. "She's the god of vegetation." "Demeter's daughter, right?" Meg said. "I heard Demeter talking when I was on Olympus. Something about not knowing where the girl had run off to." Hercules nodded. "Yeah, Demeter keeps appealing to my father to find her. No one has seen her in months, and harvest will be coming before long." He touched one of the hyacinths with his finger. "Every flower has its season.

It wasn't just the way he always looked at her- with a mix of genuine joy and longing rolled into one- or his appearance, although he wasn't hard on the eyes with those rippling pectorals. She found herself drawn to those kind blue eyes and the hard line of his jaw, which moved when he was thinking. It was the dimples in his cheeks when he flashed her that magnetic smile, and the way his reddish blond hair had a single curl that was always falling in front of his eyes. But mostly it was that earnest nature of his, and his need to find the good in every situation, which was so different from how she viewed life, and gave her hope that the world could be more than she imagined it to be.

Poirot var og ble en urokkelig tilhenger av den kontinentale form for frokost. Han ble helt ute av seg over å se meg sette til livs egg og bacon, - så sa han iallfall. Derfor spiste han da også frokost bestående av kaffe og rundstykker, mens jeg hadde min frihet til å begynne dagen alene med engelskmannens tradisjonelle egg og bacon og marmelade.

In the last few years, Meg had been to hell and back- literally. She'd sold her soul to the god of the Underworld and spent her days and nights fulfilling Hades's every demand. While she still walked in the land of the living, her life was no longer her own. Meeting Hercules had awoken something in her. Honestly, she wasn't sure what that something was, but she knew it felt important. Why else would she have leaped in front of a falling pillar to save him, causing her own demise in the process? That moment, and Wonder Boy's rescue of her afterward, was a blur now, like so many nightmares she tried hard to forget. The next thing she remembered was air filling her lungs as if she'd held her breath underwater for too long. Then there had been a crack of lightning, a flurry of clouds, and she and Wonder Boy were being whisked into the heavens toward Mount Olympus.

But aren't you a damsel in distress ? I'm a damsel I'm in distress I can handle this; have a nice day !

Hey... is there a tiny bow and arrow etched on this coin?" Meg smiled. "Yes. It's to remind you that your aim is true and to always trust your instincts," she said softly. "They've never steered you wrong before." Including about her. Even when she'd been conflicted, he'd seen the trueness of her heart. She'd saved him, then he'd saved her, and now they were ready to start something new together.

Are you accusing a god spying on you, Megara?" Hera asked. "Accusing? No," Meg said. "Guessing? Yes. It's what I would be doing if I had a son who almost renounced his heritage to date a mortal. I'd want to know if she was worth all the fuss." Meg shrugged. "Call it a hunch.

I can't imagine anyone messing with you, Meg." Hercules caressed her cheek. "You're the strongest person I know." "I think that's you," Meg murmured, running her fingers through his hair. "Literally." Hercules grinned. "Tied for first place, then?" Meg agreed with a long, lingering kiss.

You don't know what it's like to stand in front of someone you thought you loved who betrayed you..." Her voice died out and they looked at one another. Hercules couldn't help a small smirk. Her cheeks began to burn. "Okay, I'm going to eat my own words now. It was just hard, okay?" She ripped the poppy into pieces that blew away in the wind. "Of course it was," he said gently. "But you still have to face him if you want to learn about Katerina. And who knows? Maybe he'll surprise you." He touched her hand. "People can do that, you know." Wonder Boy really was too good for this world.

Was the god of marriage and birth offering her an olive branch? Meg took a deep breath and tried to keep her words in check for a change while she deferred to Hera. "What do you suggest?" Hera continued to look at her. "That depends. Are you in love with my son?" "Love?" Meg took a step back. She immediately thought back to something she'd said to Hercules as she lay dying back in Thebes. People always do crazy things when they're in love. Was that what this was? Love? Was she in love with a god? No. Yes. Possibly.

Who are you going to believe, son? Me or this mortal?" Meg's eyes flashed. "I'm not the one who let his own child be stolen while he slept." The minute the comment left her lips, she knew she'd gone too far. The other gods quickly began to dissipate. Hera stayed put, but Meg wondered if she was in shock. Zeus's face turned almost purple as he seemingly grew three times his size. Behind him, the sky darkened like an approaching thunderstorm and lightning bolts crisscrossed the sky. Hercules instinctively stepped in front of Meg, putting one hand on her arm, but she nudged it away. She'd lived with Hades. She wasn't afraid to stand up to Zeus. "You dare question my judgment, Megara?" Zeus thundered as the storm clouds rolled in around him. Lightning crashed dangerously close to where she and Hercules were standing. "You, the woman who worked to keep my son from completing his quest?" On second thought, maybe she should be a little afraid of Zeus. Especially now that she realized he was well aware of what she had done.