Homecoming King Quotes

Hunter, you can’t seriously be the Goblin King. You’re not even sixteen yet! I had to give you a ride to the store after school in September when we were getting supplies for Homecoming decorations!

Neil glanced at Wymack and chose not to think about Riko. Instead he thought about his homecoming, of Wymack dropping everything to pick him up and Wymack holding him together when he almost broke.

She’s not just a nanny. She’s Aurora. She’s my reckoning and saviour all at once. She’s her namesake, those northern lights that brighten the darkest winter skies. She’s my homecoming. And I’m in love with her.

Jack kissed him so carefully that August thought he would fall to pieces. Kissed him with the weight of knowing the price of risk. Then he gazed back at August like his heart was already breaking. It was the same face that Jack had made on the roof, in the middle of the night, when they rolled in the grass, when he sat back with August’s blood and ink on his hands, when his face was lit orange with flames, when he’d opened the door to Rina’s room, when he stared across the gym at the homecoming dance, when he pulled him from the river and breathed him back to life. Jack had been waiting. He’d been trying. He was scared. There were tears in his eyes and it took August’s breath away.

All Julie has to do is explain to her friends that she's using it to individually seal each item that she throws out." "Then they'd think she was a geek," I said. "She will thank me later," Monk said. "Why would she thank you for being considered a geek?" "Don't you know anything about teenage life?" Monk said. "It's a badge of respect." "It is?" "I was one," he said. "You don't say." "A very special one. I was crowned King of the Geeks, not once, but every single year of high school," Monk said. "It's a record that remains unbroken in my school to this day." "Were there a lot of students who wanted to be King of the Geeks?" "It's like being homecoming king, only better. You don't have to go to any dances," Monk said. "You aren't even invited.

I look like the troubled girl parents warn their kids away from, and Ethan looks like the homecoming king.

When I win Homecoming King and the story goes viral and I become superfamous, I’m not selling Hollywood the rights to my story unless they swear to cast a trans actor to play me. A hot one.

He had been the Homecoming King, paired with Jordan Rothman, their classmate whom Porter had detested since preschool for her toxic combination of beauty, athleticism, and healthy self-confidence.

Peach was born at 9:03 p.m. on homecoming night, right when Max was being crowned homecoming king because, Grace thought bitterly, boys who get girls pregnant are heroes and girls who get pregnant are sluts.

No one would understand the truth. That she’s not just a nanny. She’s Aurora. She’s my reckoning and savior all at once. She’s her namesake, those northern lights that brighten the darkest winter skies. She’s my homecoming. And I’m in love with her.

Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.” ​— ​ROALD DAHL

Sometimes life is too hard to be alone, and sometimes life is too good to be alone.

Let gratitude be the pillow upon which you kneel to say your nightly prayer. And let faith be the bridge you build to overcome evil and welcome good.” ​— ​MAYA ANGELOU, CELEBRATIONS: RITUALS OF PEACE AND PRAYER

examples of what are called nostos narratives. Nostos is the Greek word for “homecoming”; the plural form of this word, nostoi, was, in fact, the title of a lost epic devoted to the homecomings of the Greek kings and chieftains who fought in the Trojan War. The Odyssey itself is a nostos narrative, one that often digresses from its tale of Odysseus’ twisty voyage back to Ithaca in order to relate, in brief, the nostoi of other characters, as Nestor does here—almost as if it were anxious that those other nostoi stories would not themselves make it safely into the future. In time, this wistful word nostos, rooted so deeply in the Odyssey’s themes, was eventually combined with another word in Greek’s vast vocabulary of pain, algos, to give us an elegantly simple way to talk about the bittersweet feeling we sometimes have for a special kind of troubling longing. Literally this word means “the pain associated with longing for home,” but as we know, “home,” particularly as we get older, can be a time as well as a place. The word is “nostalgia.

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RESISTANCE IS MOST POWERFUL AT THE FINISH LINE Odysseus almost got home years before his actual homecoming. Ithaca was in sight, close enough that the sailors could see the smoke of their families' fires on shore. Odysseus was so certain he was safe, he actually lay down for a snooze. It was then that his men, believing there was gold in an ox-hide sack among their commander's possessions, snatched this prize and cut it open. The bag contained the adverse Winds, which King Aeolus had bottled up for Odysseus when the wanderer had touched earlier at his blessed isle. The winds burst forth now in one mad blow, driving Odysseus' ships back across every league of ocean they had with such difficulty traversed, making him endure further trials and sufferings before, at last and alone, he reached home for good. The danger is greatest when the finish line is in sight. At this point, Resistance knows we're about to beat it. It hits the panic button. It marshals one last assault and slams us with everything it's got. The professional must be alert for this counterattack. Be wary at the end. Don't open that bag of wind.

But then it occurred to me, I could’ve asked. Actually, I could’ve just told you. So I’m telling you now, Rex. I want you to be my husband. I want to be your wife. I want to have a life with you, children, dogs, cats. Maybe some chickens or a fish. No peacocks. They’re bastards.

Maggie flips her blonde hair behind her shoulder. “Well, we should because, oh. My. God. Someone should write a song about that man’s mouth.” “I swear, Maggie, you have no filter.” My best friend shrugs and grins. “It’s the cancer. When you come that close to death, you realize that filters are for weenies.

I’d never felt brave enough to have a one-night stand, figuring—with my luck—I’d end up with a missing kidney at the end of the night, or in prison again, or shipped off to some ice planet as the new bride for a blue alien.

All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.” ​— ​J.M. BARRIE, PETER PAN

There is no dishonor in losing the race. There is only dishonor in not racing because you are afraid to lose.” ​— ​GARTH STEIN, THE ART OF RACING IN THE RAIN

The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.” ​— ​J. M. BARRIE, PETER PAN

You have to admit, hot guys have hot guy problems, which are like first world problems on steroids.

I’d tried dating. In fact, I’d even tried marriage. Everything about it was a horrific disaster, on so many levels.

You think fairy tales are only for girls? Here's a hint - ask yourself who wrote them . .

Falling for you was like gravity. ~ Rex

Practice & Ash 2. Scales of the Malefic Viper 3. Lucenti Plains 4. Pondering on Ponds 5. Introspection 6. Intermission 1 – Viridia (1/2) 7. Intermission 1 – The Malefic Viper (2/2) 8. Moment of Curiosity 9. Cleaning Up the Plains 10. The Great White Stag 11. No Rest for the Wicked 12. Loot & Healing 13. True Protagonist 14. Into the Dark 15. The Right Way 16. Dark Mana & Dark Tunnels 17. Many Rats! Handle it! 18. Dark Attunement 19. Nest Watcher 20. A Final Gift 21. Willful Ignorance 22. The Balance Broken 23. Beers & Exposition 24. Of Fate & Destiny 25. William & Jake 26. Spring Cleaning = Loot 3.0 27. Valley of Tusks 28. Going with the Flow 29. The Right Way Forward 30. Mana 101 31. A Thoughtful Touch 32. Pigs for Slaughter 33. Limit Break 34. Falling Rocks 35. Horde Leader 36. Next Target: King of the Forest 37. King 38. Eclipse 39. Fall 40. When the Curtains Fall 41. Tutorial Rewards: Titles & Math 42. Tutorial Rewards: Narrowing Down Options 43. Tutorial Rewards: Getting Stuff 44. Intermission 2 - Life after Death (Casper) 45. Records 46. A Godlike Getaway 47. Danger Bath 48. Second Part? 49. Embracing Power 50. Defiance & Gains 51. You know, I'm something of a sage myself 52. Homecoming 53. Intermission 3 - Carmen 54. Intermission 4 - Noboru Miyamoto 55. Intermission 5 - Eron 56. The Blue Marble 57. One Step Mile 58. Pylon of Civilization 59. Intermission 6 - Matteo (1/2) 60. Intermission 6 - Matteo (2/2) 61. The Times They Are A-Changin' 62. Monsters 63. Living with the Consequences 64. Points of View 65. Going Down 66. Two Kinds of People 67. Big Blue Mushroom 68. Delegating (avoiding) Responsibilities 69. Construction Plans 70. First World Problems 71. How to Train Your Dragon Wings 72. Freedom

One of his favorite stories took place during some senseless war between the English and the French. At one point it was proposed that a lighthouse off the coast of France be destroyed by British warships to impede shipping and navigation. “Sir,” an English admiral reminded the king, “we are at war with the French, not with the entire human race.

Thomas and Rose stood against the wall, sipping on a mixture of juices sparked up with ginger ale. The Homecoming king and queen led off, two fiddlers playing a catchy Michif march. The spotlight cast a wavering patch where Sharlo appeared. Her crown, topped by a silver star, caught what light there was and she seemed to float along as she advanced. Perhaps she wasn’t even touching the floor. That’s what Thomas thought, disoriented, watching her move magically along through the gloom. She was one of the star beings, given, for her time on earth, human shape and form

I’d never felt brave enough to share a one-night stand, figuring—with my luck—I’d end up with a missing kidney at the end of the night ...

My cell service didn’t return all night and all through the next day. It was like living in ancient times, with mead and beheadings and blacksmiths.

Stonebridge Forest by Stewart Stafford Woke to accusatory dark clouds, Growling menace of distant storms, The wrecking ball hung lifeless, Sun - blinding me with temporal light. A labyrinthine drive to Stonebridge, Transporting tunes of my pomp, Stopped for a tasty king's breakfast, Simpatico stares from the waitress. The river's alleviating rush past; A silver ribbon pulses in my veins, Positive ions cleanse city toxins, Welcomed to a placid homecoming. Fisherman dangling death downriver, Enthroned on the bank, skimming stones, I tried to top my record each time, Teasing out mysteries in a green maze. © Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.

She’d been twenty-one, living in the attic of her school friend’s mother’s aunt, working part-time in a run-down pub near King’s Cross station.

the American public will probably continue to refrain from broadly challenging both male and female corporate leaders who compensate themselves far in excess of their value to society. That is ironic, because the political origins of the United States lay in confronting precisely this kind of resource seizure by people in power. King George III of England caused the English colonies in America to rebel by trying to tax them without allowing them a voice in government. In this sense, democratic revolutions are just a formalized version of the sort of group action that coalitions of senior males have used throughout the ages to confront greed and abuse.

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.” ​— ​KURT VONNEGUT, MOTHER NIGHT

Rex as the big guy turned. My lungs tightened with a surge of . . . something. Like if anticipation and nausea and excitement and fear had an orgy, giving birth to a baby, and that baby had cold hands that could reach into your chest and squeeze your lungs. Yeah. Like that.

The place to take the true measure of a man is not in the darkest place or in the amen corner, nor the cornfield, but by his own fireside. There he lays aside his mask and you may learn whether he is an imp or an angel, cur or king, hero or humbug. I care not what the world says of him: whether it crowns him boss or pelts him with bad eggs. I care not a copper what his reputation or religion may be: if his babies dread his homecoming and his better half swallows her heart every time she has to ask him for a five-dollar bill, he is a fraud of the first water, even though he prays night and morning until he is black in the face. But if his children rush to the front door to meet him and love's sunshine illuminates the face of his wife every time she hears his footfall, you can take it for granted that he is pure, for his home is a heaven. I can forgive much in that fellow mortal who would rather make men swear than women weep; who would rather have the hate of the whole world than the contempt of his wife; who would rather call anger to the eyes of a king than fear to the face of a child (W. C. Brann, “A Man’s Real Measure,” in Elbert Hubbard’s Scrapbook, New York: Wm. H. Wise and Co., 1923, p. 16)

No one is perfect, not even you. Everyone has shit thrown at them from time to time. It’s how they deal with it that tells you what kind of person they are.

Because everything in the world is about sex—” “Except sex. Sex is about power,