Quotes About Struggle

My name is Percy Jackson. I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York. Am I a troubled kid? Yeah. You could say that.

You weren't able to talk sense into him? Well, we kind of tried to kill each other in a duel to the death. I see. You tried the diplomatic approach.

Keep climbing,' he told himself. 'Cheeseburgers,' his stomach replied. 'Shut up,' he thought. 'With fries,' his stomach complained.

I'm not good with children, the god confessed. Or people. Well, any organic life forms, really.

Akhlys lunged at Percy, and for a split second he thought: Well, hey, I'm just smoke. She can't touch me, right? He imagined the Fates up in Olympus, laughing at his wishful thinking: LOL, NOOB!

Sugar and caffeine. My willpower crumbled.

Leo frowned at the giant's spire. Can't we blow it up or something? Without me, you do not have the power, Hera said. You might as well try to destroy a mountain. Done that once today, Jason said.

Kronos would be 10 times more powerful. His very presence would incinerate you. And once he achieves this he will empower the other Titans. They are weak, compared to what they soon will become, unless you can stop them, the world will fall, the gods will die, and I will never achieve a perfect score on this stupid machine.

Some pain shouldn't be wished away so easily. It had to be dealt with, even embraced.

I can't get through the year without getting kicked out or blowing something up.

Don't untie me, she said, no matter what happens or how much I plead. I'll want to go straight over the edge and drown myself. Are you trying to tempt me? Ha-ha.

Stop! Narcissus got to his feet. This is not right! This person is obviously not awesome, so he must be... He struggled for the right words. It had probably been a long time since he'd talked about anything other than himself. He must be tricking us. Apparently Narcissus wasn't completely stupid.

Really? That would be a first. I'm the son of Hades , Jason. I might as well be covered in blood or sewage, the way people treat me. I don't belong anywhere. I'm not even from this century . But that's not enough to set me apart.

The right choice is hardly ever the easy choice.

There are too many of them. Reyna wondered bitterly how many times she'd said that in her demigod career. She should have a badge made and wear it around to save time. When she died, the words would probably be written on her tombstone: There were too many of them.

I survive all those battles, she growled, and I get defeated by a stupid chunk of rock!

Leo," Hazel gasped, "I can't—my arms—" "Hazel," he said. "Do you trust me?" "No!" "Me neither," Leo admitted.

I seriously needed an extra-strength magic pillow, because my ba refused to stay put. [And no, Sadie, I don't think wrapping my head in duct tape would've worked either.]

That's it, cupcake. You're going down.

Tyson, I said We're turning around! Going the wrong way? he asked. Always, I grumbled, but I steered the chariot towards the stands.

Die! --Gleeson Hedge

My name is Magnus Chase. I'm sixteen years old. This is the story of how my life went downhill after I got myself killed.

Her hair is smoldering. Her face was smudged with soot. She had a cut on her arms, her dress was torn, and she was missing a boot. Beautiful.

So few people did good in their lives. It was depressing.