Lore Bracken Quotes

I was born knowing how to do three things - how to breathe, how to dream, and how to love you.

Sometimes the braver thing is to accept help when you've been made to believe you shouldn't need it.

Power does not transform you, he’d said. It only reveals you.

Scars are tallies of the battles you’ve survived.

A person alone could be controlled, but a person loved by others would always be under their protection.

Fear is a foreign land I shall never visit and a language that will never cross my tongue.

A feather fallen from a wing is not lost, Gil had told her, but free.

When we can't change the past, the only thing left is to move forward.

Some people get so used to looking out at life from the edge of their cage that they stop seeing the bars.

It’s not always the truth that survives, but the stories we wish to believe.

Monsters had fangs, but that was why lionesses were given claws.

It’s not always the truth that survives, but the stories we wish to believe. The legends lie. They smooth over imperfections to tell a good tale, or to instruct us how we should behave, or to assign glory to victors and shame those who falter. Perhaps there were some in Sparta who embodied those myths. Perhaps. But how we are remembered is less important than what we do now.

It wasn't that anger was inherently good or bad. It could lend power and drive and focus, but the longer it lived inside you unchecked, the more poisonous it became.

Sometimes you just have to survive to fight another day.

Monsters lived in the shadows. To hunt them, you couldn’t be afraid to follow. And the only way to destroy them was to have the sharper teeth and the darker heart.

Bind your fate to mine.

But you were like this invincible force to me, even then. You were a safe place to hide my hopes.

You are the strongest person I’ve ever known, Castor Achilleos, and it wasn’t because of how fast you ran or how hard you hit. It was because even when you got knocked flat on your back, you fought your way back up. You have to do it again now. Whatever you’re feeling, you have to leave it on the mat and get back up.

Pain is the essence of life,

Lore wondered where one might procure a poisoned shirt in this day and age, and how well it would hold up in its gift wrapping when she mailed it directly to Philip Achilleos.

Your ancestors carried the shield that bore her head,” Athena said. “They wielded her power until they lost her. If the shield should be carried by anyone, it should be you—you, the one who knows the darkness of men yet refuses to be afraid.

This vessel requires sustenance." "You want... breakfast?" Lore guessed.

Anger was like a disease to the soul, and no aspect of it was more contagious than violence.

An oath was, after all, a curse you placed on yourself

Apodidraskinda. A child's game. Hide-and-seek. A challenge. Come find me.

I love you more with every sunrise.

the braver thing is to accept help when you’ve been made to believe you shouldn’t need it.

He's looking for something, and I don't know if it's you.

When we can’t change the past, the only thing left is to move forward.

I've got another ancient proverb for you," Lore said, sliding her arm out from the interior straps of aegis. "Go fuck yourself.

Sometimes you had to push away the bad things until they left you alone for good.

He said nothing, but, then, he never needed to. His face was a book that had been written only for her. Its story unfolded while he watched her watch him.

Cas.” “Lore.” He kept that same soft tone. “I was born knowing how to do three things—how to breathe, how to dream, and how to love you.

It is acceptable, even preferable, to be alone,” Athena told her, “when those around you would hold you back or deceive you. The exceptional among mortals will always stand alone, for no one in the world was made for their task. Take confidence in that, and let it be a poison to your fear.

Athena wasn’t at her most terrifying when her skin was flushed with fury, or she was snarling deadly promises. It was in moments like this one, when her eyes cooled and her body went still with a predator’s confidence that nothing would escape it.

Building a new life, a better life, will keep you looking forward, until, one day, you'll find you're no longer tempted to keep turning back toward everything you've lost.

You could only convince yourself something was prey until it turned around and showed you its teeth.

I don't believe in the Fates, but I do believe in you,

Power does not transform you, he'd said. It only reveals you.

In that moment, the past became the present, and the present the past, and it was just the two of them in the shadows of their city, the way it had always been. The way it should have been forever.

You still fight like a Fury.

It felt as if he had been given to her by the gods, and she to him.

If there were once heroes, they are all gone now," her father said, rising. "Only the monsters remain.

Fear is a foreign land I shall never visit and a language that will never cross my tongue,

You may deny the fates, but they will not deny you.

She repeated the thought until it became like armor only she could see.

You were a safe place to hide my hope.

Don't let them pull you back in, Castor had warned her. There's nothing but shadows for you here now. But he didn't understand what Lore finally did. Monsters lived in the shadows. To hunt them, you couldn't be afraid to follow. And the only way to destroy them was to have the sharper teeth and the darker heart.

Her mother had told her that the only way to truly know someone was to fight them.

Some of the pained tension bled from Castor's face as he watched Lore stoop to pick up stray Duane Reade Bags fluttering along the sidewalk like aimless ghosts. "What?" she asked, defensive. "I don't like litter." She would always take care of the neighborhood that had taken care of her.

It’s not always the truth that survives, but the stories we wish to believe. The legends lie. They smooth over imperfections to tell a good tale, or to instruct us how we should behave, or to assign glory to victors and shame those who falter.

The House of Perseus would rise again, and her name would be legend.

With it, or upon it. It was what countless Spartan mothers had said to their sons and husbands as they handed them their shields before battle. For a society that loathed rhipsaspides—shield droppers who turned coward and threw them down to escape, or those men who lost them in the fight—there were two avenues for returning home: victorious, or carried home dead upon your shield.

Sometimes, he’d said, the braver thing is to accept help when you’ve been made to believe you shouldn’t need it.

... you will not regret your choices once he is dead - only the opportunities you will lose if you allow other's fears to keep you prisoner to your doubt.

But how we are remembered is less important than what we do now.

We must release the past if we are to ever find a future

It wasn’t that anger was inherently good or bad. It could lend power and drive and focus, but the longer it lived inside you unchecked, the more poisonous it became.

«La pluma que se desprende de un ala no está perdida», le había dicho Gil, «es libre».

We must release the past if we are to ever find a future,

I was born knowing how to do three things — how to breathe, how to dream, and how to love you.

I shall always do what must be done,” Athena said. “Yet the question remains—will you?

I chose to stay in,” he told her. “I’m not leaving before I get the ones who caged me.

You are not what they tried to make you, or even what you tried to be for them.

I shall always do what must be done,

There are far worse things to become than a monster.

She would never be more than what she was now: a girl standing at the threshold of a secret world, without a key to unlock the way.

I was born knowing how to do three things—how to breathe, how to dream, and how to love you.

You know, some people get so used to looking out at life from the edge of their cage that they stop seeing the bars.

In that moment, the past became the present, and the present the past, and it was just the two of them in the shadows of the city, the way it had always been. The way it should have be forever.

I transformed Medusa,' Athena continued, 'so that she would have protection against all those who would try to harm her.' 'That's bullshit. You didn't give her a choice, did you?' Lore bit back. 'And now history remembers her as a villain who deserved to die.' 'No. That is what men have portrayed her as, through art, through tales. They imagined her hideous because they feared to meet the true gaze of a woman, to witness the powerful storm that lives inside, waiting. She was not defeated by my uncle's assault. She was merely reborn as a being who could gaze back at the world, unafraid. Is that not what your own line did for centuries, staring out from behind her mask?

Anger was like a disease to the soul, and no aspect of it was more contagious than violence. If it could be avoided, it would end a vicious cycle before it began. But this was a vicious society.

It's not always the truth that survives, but the stories we wish to believe. The legends lie. They smooth over imperfections to tell a good tale, or to instruct us how we should behave, or to assign glory to victors and shame those who falter.

Bind your fate to mine. - Athena

You know, some people get so used to looking out at lie from the edge o their cage that they stop seeing the bars.

I was knowing how to do three things- how to breathe, how to dream, and how to love you.

Lo único que vale en este mundo es lo que puedes hacer por los demás. Para cuidar de ellos.

Debéis aprender a no temer al dolor. De lo contrario, se convertirá en un lastre y anulará vuestra valentía. El miedo es el peor enemigo.

El miedo es una tierra ignota que jamás visitaré y un idioma que jamás cruzará mi lengua.

«A veces», le respondió Gil, «lo más valiente es aceptar ayuda cuando te han hecho creer que no deberías necesitarla».

Tú no eres un monstruo. Eres una guerrera.

Hay cosas mucho peores que convertirse en un monstruo.

Su rostro era como un libro que hubiera sido escrito solo para ella. Su historia se desplegó mientras se observaban.

La reliquia que más quería en el mundo se convirtió en el arma que destruyó su vida.

I was born knowing how to do three things---how to breathe, how to dream, and how to love you.

Lore.” He kept that same soft tone. “I was born knowing how to do three things—how to breathe, how to dream, and how to love you.

I don’t believe in fates, but I do believe in you.

And while grudges could feed themselves over centuries, memories faded at the pace of years.

Hades himself would turn me back at the gates knowing you’re coming,” Castor told her, “and that I’d fight like hell to meet you halfway.

I've got another ancient proverb for you,' Lore said, sliding her arm out from the interior straps of the aegis. 'Go fuck yourself.

I’ve got another ancient proverb for you,” Lore said, sliding her arm out from the interior straps of the aegis. “Go fuck yourself.

Hay personas tan acostumbradas a contemplar la vida desde el borde de su jaula que dejan de ver los barrotes

I was born knowing how to do three things - how to breathe, how to dream, and how to love you." Castor

Power does not transform you. It only reveals you.

I don't believe in Fates, but I do believe in you.

You fear the judgment of others in our pursuit of the imposter Ares, but you will not regret your choices once he is dead - only the opportunities you will lose if you allow others' fears to keep you prisoner to your doubt.

This was the thing with boys like him. What he was feeling just then, that rage, wasn’t the world falling in on him. It was an illusion shattering, the one that told him he deserved everything, and that it was owed to him simply because he existed.

Dark blood flowed in rivers around him. A young girl, her mask ripped from her face, stared at him with unseeing eyes from the edge of the crater. A knife was still buried in her throat. A man’s head, severed from his body, bore the mask of a horse. A dagger was balanced in a limp hand that was missing fingers.

I transformed Medusa," Athena continued, "so that she would have protection against all those who would try to harm her." "That's bullshit. You didn't give her a choice, did you?" Lore bit back. "And now history remembers her as a villain who deserved to die." "No. That is what men have portrayed her as, through art, through tales," Athena said. "They imagined her hideous because they feared to meet the true gaze of a woman, to witness the powerful storm that lives inside, waiting. She was not defeated by my uncle's assault. She was merely reborn as a being who could gaze back at the world, unafraid. Is that not what your own line did for centuries, staring out from behind her mask?

Transformé a Medusa - prosiguió la diosa- para que pudiera protegerse frente a aquellos que intentaran hacerle daño. Y una mierda. No le diste elección - replicó Lore- Y ahora la historia la recuerda como una villana que merecía morir. No. Así es como la han retratado los hombres, a través del arte y las leyendas - repuso Atenea- La retrataban con un aspecto abominable porque temían toparse con la verdadera mirada de una mujer, ser testigos de la poderosa tormenta que habita en su interior, aguardando el momento para desatarse. Medusa no fue derrotada a manos de mi tío. Simplemente renació como una criatura capaz de sostenerle la mirada al mundo, sin miedo.