Quotes About Struggle

Stop that , I told my brain. Also, the wedding is tomorrow , said my brain. Get out of my head. My brain refused to get out of my head. Inconsiderate brain.

Nico was devastatingly alone. He'd lost his big sister Bianca. He'd pushed away all other demigods who'd tried to get close to him. His experiences at Camp Half-Blood, in the Labyrinth and in Tartarus had left him scarred, afraid to trust anyone.

True success requires sacrifice.

Could an Olympian parent turn against his half-blood child? Would it sometimes be easier just to let them die? If there were ever any half-bloods who needed to worry about that, it was Thalia and me. I wondered if maybe I should've sent Poseidon that seashell pattern tie for Father's Day after all.

At this point, most people would have thrown themselves down on the ground and given up hope. And by most people, I mean me.

I tried to help you make better choices. You could have saved yourself. But you defied me at every step. You built your ship. You joined that foolish quest. Now you are trapped here, helpless, while the mortal world dies. Leo's hands burst into flame. He wanted to melt Gaea's sandy face to glass. Then he felt Calypso's hand on his shoulder. Gaea. Her voice was stern and steady. You are not welcome.

Still hiding, Cupid said, smashing another skeleton to pieces. You do not have the strength. Nico, Jason managed to say, it's okay. I get it. Nico glanced over, pain and misery washing across his face. No you don't, he said. There's no way you can understand. And so you run away again, Cupid chided. From your friends, from yourself.

Now, leave. All three boys slumped forward. Percy fell face-first into his pizza. Percy! Annabeth grabbed him.

She'd felt more pain from Nico in their brief connection than she had from her entire legion during the battle against the giant Polybotes.

Um, uh, gah.

Nobody welcomes a war - not if they're smart. But war finds everyone sooner or later. It's inevitable.

Defeating one ant had taken all my energy. (I don't think I have ever written a sadder sentence than that.)

Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.

It didn't seem to matter how much he resented Percy Jackson; Nico would do anything for him. He hated himself for that.

The guy had literally been through hell and back. Even when he wasn't trying, he made the toilets explode. What would Percy be like if he wanted to act scary?

How did you decide when someone was irretrievably lost—when they were so evil or toxic or just plain set in their ways that you had to face the fact they were never going to change? How long could you keep trying to save them, and when did you give up and grieve for them as though they were dead?

I hoped I wasn't blushing. It was bad enough I had to depend on my mom to drive me to my battles.

The world will fall, the gods will die, and I will never achieve a perfect score on this stupid machine. -Dionysus

Nico jumped into the crowd, kicking groins, smacking faces with the flat of his blade, bashing helmets with his pommel. In ten seconds, the Romans all lay groaning and dazed on the ground.

If I've got the powers of a god, then why am I so... Lame? Sadie suggested. Shut up, I said.

It's a good thing Jack was no longer in my hands, because I would've pulled a full-on Kylo Ren temper tantrum.

Evil is easy to fight. Lack of wisdom...that is very hard indeed.

The darkness is my birthright.

Percy: I thought I'd lost my mom forever, and I was stuck on a hill in a thunderstorm fighting this huge bull dude while Grover was passed out wailing. "Food!" It was terrifying, man.