Novel & Cerita Percabeth Quotes

I shrugged. “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet. Weaver? Silvercloud? No matter what people call me, I’m still me. I’m still your mate.” I smiled softly as I brushed my thumb across her cheek, hoping the bond would help quell her rampaging emotions. “Awe, Pers, he’s quoting Shakespeare to you.” Delilah gushed. Persephone laughed/sighed as she shook her head. “Don’t think quoting Shakespearean tragedies where both leads kill themselves will make me swoon.”

"I know, baby girl and that's why I'm not letting him steal my thunder. Jeez, I shouldn't have told Percy days ago. So yeah, I love you, Jacqueline. I love you way before he did." At the same time, Percy said, "you snooze you lose." "Oh my god, it's like I'm living with frat boys," I told them. I was so ready to go out and head to the door, the hell with their love declaration. "Princess, stay." Two words, it only took Percy two fucking words and my inside was humming for his approval.

Caleb watched Derrick search his eyes for a moment. "Never even got the chance to reach paradise," Derrick said with a sigh, raking a hand through his locks. Caleb recognized the familiar ache of despair in his voice. Sometimes, it doesn't work out, but sometimes, it does." The meaningful pointed look he gave him wasn't lost on him. "Tell Persephone, if by chance you see her of course, that she should tie up loose ends before moving on to her happy ending."

“Thanks for the idea, by the way. You two are wild.” Maximus growled so hard it rumbled through the ground. He glared at Percival like the betrayal had just hit full force. “You told him too?!” Percival lifted both hands in mock surrender. “Hey. You started it.” And across the clearing, Mirabelle was still burning holes into Maximus’s back as she took an aggressive bite of her hot dog—like the meat was payback. Maximus actually winced. Hard. He sighed, dragging a hand down his face as he muttered under his breath, “She’s going to kill me later.”

They both fell asleep with heavy but warm hearts. Quote for this episode: ‘The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall’

“I feel what I feel. But it’s not on you. And I don’t want you to regret anything. I wanted everything in your life to be good and perfect.” The memory floats up between us. The crone’s bed, her soft quilt, the horrible pain, and the cool tea. “It wasn’t. But it wasn’t bad, either. It’s the path I had to take to get here.” “To me,” he says. “To you,” I agree. “Do you remember? Abertha’s cottage? After the attack?” “I do.” He tucks a flyaway behind my ear. “You were so brave.” “You were so strong.” And in my memory, I see how very young he was, too.

“It is…..Sometimes.” On the screen, someone exploded something. We both looked back at it. “That was a terrible plan,” I said. “Why would you drive toward the building that’s on fire?” Percy laughed “He’s trying to get to the person inside,” “He’s going to get himself killed and then he won’t be able to get anyone.” “It’s romantic,” Percy teased. I glared at him “It’s stupid,” “Romantic and stupid have a significant overlap,” he said.

They answered in unison, shook their heads, and looked away at the same time. Phoebe gritted her teeth discreetly and said, “Cheryl, your friend is exceptionally talented and has a unique temperament different from others. There isn't another like him... a real rare species indeed.” Alex’s eyes flashed. Damn, this stinking hag, was she being sarcastic and cursing him?! So, he also said, “Cheryl, is she your friend? She says very interesting stuff, kinda reminds me of Peppa.” Peppa? Wasn’t that a pig?

" I was good at controlling my emotions. They had never got this out of hand before. Today brought out the worst side of me, the one hated the most. I don't ever want to be weak in front of anyone—Percy had seen enough of that. I felt so ashamed that I couldn't look at him in the eyes. However, Percy suddenly held my chin using one of his hands. Then he made me face him. "You're still beautiful when you're crying, you're angry, or when you're tired. You had always been beautiful. I don't know why you feel the need to hide any emotion from me," Percival said with his eyes holding sincerity. "I've said it before, and I won't get tired of reminding you. Whatever flaws you think you have, it wil

Zeda heard herself saying. “Now, isn’t that the best compliment of the century?” Mr. Percival joked, and they laughed together. She was surprised at the sound of his laughter. If anyone had told her the first she met him that she would one day hear Mr. Percival laugh, she wouldn’t have believed it. She cherished it, because she knew only a handful could pull it off. “I see you as the daughter I never had, Zeda,” he said when their laughter eased. “I won’t take it for granted, sir,” her cheeks were hurting now because of how wide her grin was.