Quotes About Training

You teach combat, I guess." Aphros threw up his hands in exasperation. "Why does everyone assume that?" Leo glanced at the massive sword on the fish-guy's back. "Uh, I don't know.

So why are we practicing this, anyway? Percy asked. Do you guys spend a lot of time laying siege to fortified cities?

It's a training camp," Leo realized. He looked at Aphros in awe. "You train heroes, the same way Chiron does?" Aphros nodded, a glint of pride in his eyes. "We have trained all the famous mer-heroes! Name a merhero, and we have trained him or her!" "Oh, sure," Leo said. "Like…um, the Little Mermaid?

So for Magic Problem-Solving 101, we headed to the training room and blew stuff up.

It struck me just how young he was—no more than seventeen. Older than my mortal form, yes, but not by much. This young man had lost his mother. He had survived the harsh training of Lupa the wolf goddess. He'd grown up with the discipline of the Twelfth Legion at Camp Jupiter. He'd fought Titans and giants. He'd helped save the world at least twice. But by mortal standards, he was barely an adult. He wasn't old enough to vote or drink.

Normally my sister, Sadie, or some of our other initiates from Brooklyn House would've come with me. But they were all at the First Nome, in Egypt, for a weeklong training session on controlling cheese demons(yes, they're a real thing; believe me, you don't want to know)

Eating next to a twenty-foot-long crocodile took some getting used to, but Philip was well trained. He only ate bacon, stray waterfowl, and the occasional invading monster.

I saw my problem immediately. I should never have introduced Alex to Percy Jackson. She had learned way too much from his relentless training methods. Maybe Alex couldn't summon sea animals, but she could turn into them. That was just as bad.

Writing is like a sport - you only get better if you practice

I often got sword fighting and tennis confused.

They're like the…what is it? The League of Assassins in Arrow!

As Annabeth hung in the air, descending hand over hand with the ladder swinging wildly, she thanked Chiron for all those years of training on the climbing course at Camp Half-Blood. She'd complained loudly and often that rope climbing would never help her defeat a monster. Chiron had just smiled, like he knew this day would come.

No discipline is enjoyable while it is happening — it's painful! But afterward there will be a peaceful harvest of right living for those who are trained in this way" (Hebrews 12:11 NLT).

Chivalry requireth that youth should be trained to perform the most laborious and humble offices with cheerfulness and grace.

He had his standards. He had trained at the Ritz before losing his post there due to an unfortunate incident involving two chambermaids and a linen cupboard. You can imagine the rest, he said to Nellie when he applied for the job at the Amethyst. I'd rather not, she said.

Everywhere I went, it was Balto this and Balto that. Truth to tell, I knew Balto well enough. He was in my kennel. He was owned, bred, raised, and trained by Sepp, same as I was. Sepp called Balto nothing but a scrub freight dog. Don't get me wrong, he was a nice-enough fellow. But he was no racer. And he didn't have a whole lot going on upstairs. What he had was luck. It was luck, pure and simple, that he happened to be leading the team that made the last leg of the Serum Run.

Win was flabbergasted when he heard me say to the dog: "We don't put our paws on the table while folks are eating, Manch.

I immediately understood that all our training—the rehearsal of thoughts and actions, the merging of individual identities into a coordinated and interdependent force—was done in anticipation of this very moment, to stanch the fundamental impulse to flee from such terror. We smelled that death—perhaps the death of civilization—and we kept moving toward it, thereby becoming something more and less than human.

You know dear, assured one woman, men have to be trained, just like any household pet. It's up to the woman to lay down the rules from the beginning.

With statistics, graphs, and charts, the country's highest-ranking soccer fan proposed a training plan for the speechless coach.

My mother told me a million times that Ireland and the Irish people were special, and that the O'Cadhain family in particular was the most blessed of all because it had been imposed upon without cease since the dawn it sprung up in Galway. For centuries they had been in training to have nothing, so everything was more or less working perfectly according to God's plan.

He obviously needed more practice, but no matter how often I abandoned him out there, his sense of direction never seemed to improve.

So what's it tonight?" she asked. "Tag? Hide and seek? Fetch?" I gave a soft growl at the last one and she laughed. "Someday, I'm going to teach you to fetch," she said.

They're trying to use the dog." It was Antone. "But she's not cooperating. She just lays down and growls at anyone who touches her." Good girl.