Xena Quotes

To me it seems that too many young women of this time share the same creed. 'Live, laugh, love, be nothing but happy, experience everything, et cetera et cetera.' How monotonous, how useless this becomes. What about the honors of Joan of Arc, Beauvoir, Stowe, Xena, Princess Leia, or women that would truly fight for something other than just their own emotions?

A guy in a stupid mask asked me not to tell you he exists," she said, reaching back to pet Xena. Skulduggery nodded. "Fair enough.

Do you think she was gay before or after she started watching Xena?" the male squirrel asked. "That subtext works like a nasty termite. It undermines the structure of human females from within.

That part is kind of fuzzy, because then I went all Xena Warrior Princess on his ass.

Parties and The Sex went hand in hand almost as closely as watching Xena reruns and questioning my sexuality.

My men have become weak as women, and my women strong as men.

Years ago, I was yapping to my mother about Buffy and Xena and talking about how great it is that we now have these TV shows about such strong female characters. My mother, who admittedly has never watched either show, asked me if these really WERE strong female characters, or if they were merely male characters with boobs. Having a blonde cheerleader save the world with her martial arts skills doesn't equal feminism, she said. That's a male tactic. How about her saving the day using tactics that aren't all about punching and kicking and killing? I didn't have an answer for her then. I still don't, even now. There's a whole debate to be had that I'm just not ready for, that I may never be ready for. My mother is a pacifist. I am not. We see the world differently, we operate differently, even though we want the same things. We both want equality and peace. My mother is the sort to talk her way to equality and peace. I'm the sort to talk to the point where I reckon more talk won't do any good, and then smash my way through to an understanding. It is not an enlightened viewpoint I hold. It is a crass, brutish viewpoint — but in a crass, brutish world, I believe my way is the way to go. Mum believes otherwise. And that's the difference, I think, between us. We live in a world carved by men, where fear and oppression and violence are a part of our lives. I can't even IMAGINE a world sculpted by women, where other values have taken hold. I'm limited in that way. I could try not to be, but I honestly wouldn't know where to start. That's kind of sad, when you think about it. For all my imagination, I can't even imagine that... ... (turns to stare hauntingly out the window).

Asshole, I will pepperspray your ass, BACK OFF." The first think I think is Cora!, even though it doesn't sound like Cora. Then my brain makes the leap to ... Amber!, who is always hovering at the top of my list of fierce ladies. This is succeeded, rather dazedly by Xena?, Buffy?, River Song?, Agent Scully?, Proffessor McGonagall?, President Laura Roslin of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol?, Mad Wife In The Attic From Jane Austen Not Eyre No Wait Damn It Eyre Not Austen?

Enjoy what you have this moment. Don't wait around for something that might not happen.

live in the present not the past , because is not worth going to the same path of the ugliness past

I don’t believe in fate, you know.” “We know,” Clotho said, with a smile. “But we believe in you.” “All

Wow, put the girl through a couple of days of high-level stress, dress her in black leather and give her a gun, and suddenly she went all Xena: Warrior Princess.

You walked the path the gods ordained for you, Xena, Athena mind-whispered. You are not here to change it. No,

of the self. You are who you are, Xena. And acceptance of that is truly wisdom of the highest order.” Xena

Xena! We all have annoying habits,” said Gabrielle. “Yes, but Joxer’s habits are all annoying!” “By

Wait,” Gabrielle blurted out. “I can help. I have to be with her.” “You are,” Lachesis assured her. Clotho displayed the twisted cord of Xena’s life. Another, lighter strand of blue and silver was wound tightly against it and tied through three of the loops. “The thread of your life is twined with hers.” Gabrielle

When I was left with no one to turn to, music was there

You only live once so, lets make a difference people will remember.

Reality is okay if you have a friend that will help you up when it comes around to smack you in the face.

There is light in a world of darkness because there is hope in a world of hatred.

Gabrielle nodded slowly. “As long as we have each other to count on, I think we will.

while not completely inexperienced, would have had only a few encounters with magic so far, and was largely unaware of how truly strange and wondrous existence could be.

Like Hera was saying just the other day, in the days of the titans, women were kept barefoot, pregnant, and making ambrosia sandwiches for the men’s poker games.” She smiled. “Liberation is absolutely fabulous, darling.

Gabrielle watched the goddesses in horror. Until that moment she hadn’t really believed in their power. Now she had proof before her. They had the power of life and death, which they exercised without the least trace of emotion. Taken

Time as you know it is meaningless to the gods, Athena’s voice whispered in her mind. Time is a river, and mortals are like fish; I merely plucked you out of the river at one point—your present—then walked along the bank upstream and dropped you back in at a different point—your past.

Then they all just looked up at her, with wide-eyed, innocent faces. Somehow, looking back at them, Gabrielle found it much easier to forget everything she’d been through in the last few nightmare months and reach back into an older part of her. The part that still dreamed, sometimes. The

And you're ready to fight dressed like that?" Belet stopped. "Dressed like what?" "You're wearing unicorn footie pajamas, Belet." "So?" "You have a tail and a horn. They're pink." I tried to be diplomatic about this. "It's just not a look I associate with you. I was expecting something more Xena, Warrior Princess than...Disney Princess." She flicked the horn on her hood. "But unicorns are the deadliest, fiercest, and most bloodthirsty of all creatures, both mundane and supernatural. Their kill rate is six times higher than a dragon's....... One stab with a unicorn's horn and it's over. Doesn't matter how big and scaly you are.

She’s a heroine, don’t you know?” said Aphrodite. The goddess started fluttering her eyelashes. “We can’t all be helpless waifs, waiting in high white towers for men to rescue us. We can’t all be Helens of Troy with men fighting for us! We women need powerful symbols of steel and fire to put us right up there with those arrogant guys!” “I

A guy in a stupid mask asked me not to tell you he exists,” she said, reaching back to pet Xena. Skulduggery nodded. “Fair enough.

You lot who haven’t had your stomach muscles cut through – don’t know how lucky you are. You take loads of things for granted. Sitting up in bed, for one. You probably don’t realise it, but you use your stomach muscles for that. Then there’s sneezing. Sneezing’s fun. They say it’s like a mini orgasm, don’t they? Not for me now.

So, I’m Cody,’ she says. ‘I’m from Livingston. I’m fifteen.’ Fifteen? She looks twelve tops. ‘I have Crohn’s disease. My face is fat because I’m on steroids right now.

We cant all be Xena, Warrior Princess,’ Zoe chided, her smile faltering into an eye roll.

You ready?” Matt asked, looking her up and down. “Oh hey, Xena. You tagging along?” “Yeah, just today.” “Hmm,” he stared at me a bit, then turned towards Penelope. “Love, is this your doing?” Love? Penelope immediately put her head down in shame. Matt was standing right next to her, right inside the door. The very alcove, Xavier and I had many disputes that turned into sex, orgasms, and spankings. Matt lifted her chin with his long forefinger. “Is this you?” “Matt, I just wanted to share some of my…” “No, Xena. Talking to her.” Well, excuse me. He tilted her head so she was looking at him. Then she mouthed, “Yes.” “Look. If this is going to work, you gonna need to grow a pair. I don’t bite and I ain’t looking for nothing from you. Okay? A friend,” he waved his hand my way,” asked me to help you out. So, that’s what I’m doing. That’s all I’m doing. We’re about to look at a bunch of apartments and houses. I’m going to need you to dig deep, grab a pair of balls, and speak the fuck up. Okay? Where you live is one of the most important decisions you’ll ever make. So, am I clear?” “Ma…” I started to call him because that was awfully harsh, but she cut me off. I swore her eyes squinted into a glare and she said, “Crystal clear.” Penelope turned from him, grabbed her purse off the table and left out the apartment, holding the door for us to follow. Well, damn. She had spunk. I knew it.

the family dog. Xena, Warrior Princess is an adorable nine-year-old, overweight, miniature dachshund. And yes, she gets offended if you don’t call her by her full name.

La nueva lista de 12 planetas, según el criterio de su distancia al Sol, sería: Mercurio, Venus, la Tierra, Marte, Ceres, Júpiter, Saturno, Urano, Neptuno, Caronte, Plutón y 2003 UB313 (Xena).

If the woman wearing a shirt depicting a cat dressed up as Xena, Warrior Princess riding a fire-breathing unicorn with lightning in the background thinks this guy is eccentric, well, I just don’t even know what to expect,

Ever seen Xena? Wonder Woman? Weird Science? Yeah. He wants a mythical creature.

One and A Half Ex (Sonnets 1429, 1430) Once upon a time by the Bay of Bengal, a naive tiger fell for a vain sheep. The sheep had him eating out of her hand, only to discard him for another sheep. The tiger's world was turned upside down, abandoning home-n-uni he set out as monk. Then one afternoon underneath the tree, the monk awakened to prophetic dimension. The saintly tiger then returned home, Lo, commenced his sleepless self-education! He had already mastered all divine sight, Now he needed to muster a scientific arsenal. During his making he met a Balkan xena, she was everything he could ever dream of. But the tiger still had plenty struggle ahead, even for the perfect partner it was too much. She had a beautiful heart which grew weary, waiting for a giant with the world on shoulder. The first whole love of the tiger came to halt, after four magical years of timeless forever. Though devastated, unable to think-n-work, this time this was no longer a naive tiger. Gloom galvanizes conviction invincible, Shattered heart makes shade for the world.

We have to take that weapon and blow it up. Quiet and fast. We want to be in there before anyone has a chance to react.” There was a moment of expectant silence. Then Marco said, “Rachel! What's keeping you?” “Oh, I forgot,” she said. And then, in true Rachel style, she yelled, “Let's do it!” “Thank you,” Marco said. “We can't run off on another idiot suicide mission without the blessings of the always insane Xena, Warrior Princess.

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His dark brown hair is pushed to the side and he’s wearing a very expensive black suit with a crisp blue shirt underneath, which makes his eyes appear even bluer. Broad shoulders with thick arms and a tapered waist make most women get all tongue-tied around him. I like to tease him about looking like the male version of Xena the Warrior Princess—dark and brooding with that hint of danger … you’re not sure if you

I don’t know yet. I haven’t decided. It’s up to me what happens, and I haven’t really lived with it long enough to know whether I prefer it or if I’m prepared to give it up and maybe lose the freedom it’s giving me just now.

What I’m trying to say is, an ostomy bag can save your life.’ They all nod, getting that. ‘But I might keep mine because it saves my lifestyle. It’s my choice. Not just a last resort – it’s not forced on me. It’s actually desirable!

Maybe I’ll never show them my stoma! That’s up to me. But, all the same, I don’t need to act like I have a dirty little secret under here either.

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entered the restaurant, we immediately saw that there were not many people there. Everyone was looking at their own plate, and no one seemed too concerned about us at all. This made me feel a lot better about the whole situation. We chose a table all the way at the back and we sat down. We were at the perfect place to see the entrance door if anyone suspicious walked in. except, I was not sure where we would run if we had to get away from trouble. “You guys need to relax a little,” said Spike. “I can tell that you’re super nervous. There’s really nothing to worry about. I got you.

here, I am not sure how we would be able to get out of the situation once again. I don’t know how much longer we will be able to get away with everything. It was very important to me that we do everything properly this time round, otherwise who knows how difficult everything would become in the future.

Do you think that anyone is going to notice us on the way out of here?” I asked. “After all, aren’t the police looking for us after that car chase through the forest?” “Probably,” said Spike. He was almost not worried at all that they were looking for us. “But we can’t just stay in one place. I assure you, if we do that, they will find us here very soon.” “Spike is right,” said Johnny. “We need to make sure that we get going with our plans as soon as possible. We can’t just stay in one place for a long time.” Then let’s get going,” I said. We packed up everything that we needed an went outside to place everything inside the car. This was the first time that we would get back into the car after the chase through the forest. Spike did a good job hiding the car.no wonder no one was able to find us the whole time that we have been inside this house. But now, it was time to get serious and to start this new tunnel adventure.

Were we able to release it?” “It’s still gimpy. Matt doesn’t think it’ll make it out there in the world. She’s an old girl. We’re calling her Xena, because she looks like a warrior.

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Each new dilemma I encounter seems to provide a moral quandary that demands ever-increasing amounts of soul searching. No decision comes in black and white anymore. I suppose that’s because I am just no longer young enough, brazen enough, naive enough, capricious enough, nor stupid enough to believe I have all the answers.

am not a well-schooled woman. Instead, I have learned my lessons from experience, mistakes, and the heat of battle. If ever there was a shining alumnus from the school of hard knocks, it is I. My diploma can be found, printed in black and blue, at points of varying interest from head to toe.

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