Quotes About Struggle

Whenever he felt like giving up, plopping himself down, and dying (which was, like, every ten minutes), he reached over and took her hand, just to remember there was warmth in the world.

the best people have the rottenest luck

Your lifeline...oh, the burning stick. Right. Leo resisted the urge to set his hand ablaze and yell: BWAH HA HA!

I'm just a kid, Chiron, I said miserably. What good is one lousy hero against something like Kronos? Chiron managed a smile. 'What good is one lousy hero'? Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain said something like that to me once, just before he single-handedly changed the course of your Civil War.

Look, I never wanted to be a half-blood. most of the time it gets you killed in nasty, dangerous ways.

Monsters,' her dad said, a tear tracing his cheek. 'I live in a world of monsters.

Frank, how did you do that? Jason yelled. Frank's head swam with pain. He forced himself not to pass out. I'm the ranking Roman officer, he said. They- uh, they don't recognize you. Sorry. Jason grimaced, but he didn't look particularly surprised. How can we help?

She had to face the fact that she couldn't protect everyone she loved. She couldn't solve every problem.

You do the easy thing, the appealing thing, the peaceful thing, mostly it turns sour in the end. But if you take the hard path - ah, that's how you reap the sweet rewards. Duty. Sacrifice. They mean something.

I couldn't help thinking about my dream, with Annabeth crumpled and lifeless in Luke's arms. Here I was rescuing baby monsters, but I couldn't save my friend.

Not that my regularly scheduled life was so great, but it beat getting judged unworthy by twelve bearded guys named Erik.

These times make for strange friends and unexpected enemies.

The taller they are, the longer they fall.

Your destiny grows clearer, Jason Grace. When the choice comes again- storm or fire- remember me. And do not despair.

Dark seams radiated outwards like a shotgun blast of ink, as if Nico's body were trying to expel all the shadows he'd travelled through. Yesterday had been worse: an entire meadow withering, skeletons rising from the earth. Reyna wasn't anxious for that to happen again.

Is it fair your life burns so short and bright? Death had asked. No such thing as fair, Frank told himself. If I'm going to burn, it might as well be bright.

Leo felt trapped. He'd once been stuck in a cave on top of Pikes Peak, surrounded by a pack of werewolves. Another time he'd been stuck in an abandoned factory with a family of evil Cyclopes. But this—standing in an open clearing with a dozen pretty girls—was much worse.

That's what being a demigod was all about, not quite belonging in the mortal world or on Mount Olympus but trying to make peace with both sides of their nature.

Far below, I heard Cacus bellowing as millions, maybe even thousands of filthy gallons of water slammed into him. Meanwhile, Annabeth alternately shouted, gagged, hit me, called me endearing pet names like, Idiot! Stupid--dirty--moron-- and topped it all off with Kill you!

Wonderful, Annabeth thought. Her own mother, the most levelheaded Olympian, was reduced to a raving, vicious scatterbrain in a subway station. And, of all the gods who might help them, the only ones not affected by the Greek-Roman schism seemed to be Aphrodite, Nemesis and Dionysus. Love, revenge, wine. Very helpful.

Luke's left side was bloody. His eyes were open—blue eyes, the way they used to be. His breath was a deep rattle. Good . . . blade, he croaked.

Jason sighed miserably. "That's supposed to be my job. I'm always the one who gets knocked in the head.

Fighting giants was one thing. Bacchus making into a game was something else.

Nico remembered something Jason Grace had told him in the palace of Notus: Maybe it's time you come out of the shadows. If only I could, he thought. For the first time in his life, he had begun to fear the dark, because he might melt into it permanently.