Aretmis gripped her bow. “Let us pray I am wrong.” Can goddesses pray?
Apollo?” I guessed… He put a finger to his lips. “I’m incognito. Call me Fred.” A god named Fred?
I stared at him (Dionysus). "You're...you're married? But I thought you got in trouble for chasing a wood nymph-
Now turn around and go to sleep. I'm warning you that I plan to sleep with you in my arms all night long.
Ich wusste nicht so recht, wann Autos erfunden worden waren, aber ich tippte auf prähistorische Zeiten - damals, als die Leute noch Schwarzweißfernseher hatten und Dinosaurier jagten.
If Annabeth's mother was Athena, the goddess of wisdom, then why didn't Annabeth know better than to fall off a cliff?
I know you'll do what's best for Annabeth." "How can you be sure?" "Because she'd do the same for you.
Bessie?” I looked down at the bull serpent. “But… he’s too cute. He couldn’t destroy the world.” -Percy Jackson
Thrilled with the knowledge that she loved me, it took me a moment to realize that she was angry. I found her tantrum irresistible." #Ren
Mothers cry in anguish and fathers curse in anger, while others turn away in sadness, all for the children who are lost.
So dim below these symbols show, Bony and abstract every one. Yet if true verse but lift the curse, They feel in dreams their native Sun.
Hannah Rose Brown was not quite 13 years old when she discovered her family was cursed. THE PUZZLE RING
As the Mississippi snaked and their old home slipped further away, perhaps Samuel had finally left the curse behind.
I am cursed. Everybody around me dies. It just might take a hundred years for them to do so.
We ain’t going to curse anyone,” said Granny firmly. “It hardly ever works if they don’t know you’ve done it.
Tension is the greatest curse in sport. I've never had any tension. You give the best you have - you win or lose. What's the difference if you give all you've got to give?
The curse of me and my nation is that we always think things can be bettered by immediate action of some sort, any sort rather than no sort.
...because it is the privilige and the curse of midnight's children to be both masters and victims of their times, to forsake privacy and be sucked into the annihilating whirlpool of the multitudes, and to be unable to live or die in peace.
Riches get their value from the mind of the possessor; they are blessings to those who know how to use them, and curses to those who do not.
I thought I'd miss cursing, but I actually don't. I still feel like I can get my point across without real harsh language.
Write a little. Read a little. Dick around on the internet. Post something to Pinterest or Facebook. Text a friend. Write some more. Curse it because it's shit. Write some more. Repeat.
