P Quotes
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“Perché uno deve stare al gioco, se sa che il gioco fa schifo? Non è questione di coerenza astratta, è questione di non dimenticarti chi sei.”
Source: Di noi tre
“Perché viaggiamo?
Perché sentiamo il bisogno di avventura? Il bisogno di esplorare? Di essere ovunque ma non qui?
C’è chi viaggia per scappare, chi cerca qualcosa – pace, libertà, felicità, bellezza, magia –, alcuni di noi viaggiano per perdersi, altri per trovare – o ri-trovare – se stessi. Ma forse, in fondo in fondo, viaggiamo tutti per vivere qualcosa di nuovo, qualcosa di diverso, qualcosa che non riusciamo a trovare nell’ordinarietà delle nostre vite a casa, per quanto straordinarie o meno esse siano.”
Source: La felicità è una scelta: Un viaggio per trovare il coraggio di ascoltare la propria voce
“Perché voi vedete l'avvenire terrestre, mentre io vedo solo quello celeste”
“Perché è così che si vive, lì a Cadiz, come qui. Si vive leggeri, il domani è un giorno come oggi, ma con più speranza. Non è un obbligo, è una carezza sulla fronte sudata quando hai la febbre.”
Source: Il tassista di Maradona
“Perché è questa la natura dei sogni. Non durano mai.”
“Percibimos a los demás según nuestras experiencias”
Source: Cree en ti
“Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.”
Source: Lord of the Flies : Text , Criticism , Giossary and Notes
“Perciò io penso che il rimorso non nasca dal rimpianto di una mala azione già commessa, ma dalla visione della propria colpevole disposizione. La parte superiore del corpo si china a guardare e giudicare l’altra parte e la trova deforme. Ne sente ribrezzo e questo si chiama rimorso. Anche nella tragedia antica la vittima non ritornava in vita e tuttavia il rimorso passava. Ciò significava che la deformità era guarita e che oramai il pianto altrui non aveva alcuna importanza.”
Source: La coscienza di Zeno / Senilità
“Perciò la morte dovrebbe farci gioire. Erano questi i miei pensieri mentre cantavo, ma in fondo non ho mai creduto a una distribuzione personale della Luce. Nessun Signore Iddio se ne occuperà, nessun contabile celeste. Un unico individuo potrebbe difficilmente sopportare tanta sofferenza, soprattutto se è onnisciente, credo che andrebbe in pezzi sotto il peso di questo dolore, a meno che non si sia già munito di certi meccanismi di difesa, come l'Uomo. Solo una macchina sarebbe in grado di sopportare tutto il dolore del mondo. Solo un congegno semplice, efficace e giusto. Ma dal momento che tutto dovrebbe accadere meccanicamente, allora le nostre preghiere sono superflue.”
Source: Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead
“Percussion is my religion, and the band room is my cathedral. Inside this holy place, I don’t believe in anything more than myself.”
Source: Drummond: Learning to find himself in the music
“Percussion is physical, as most instruments are. The body must function well in order to play the instruments well. Last year I climbed Mount Kilimanjaro.”
“Percussion is the most adaptable family of instruments. The biggest challenge is to project percussion in a lyrical way.”
“Percussion music is revolution. Sound and rhythm have too long been submissive to the restrictions of nineteenth century music. Today we are fighting for their emancipation. Tomorrow, with electronic music in our ears, we will hear freedom. At the present stage of revolution, a healthy lawlessness is warranted. Experiment must necessarily be carried on by hitting anything-tin pans, rice bowls, iron pipes-anything we can lay our hands on. Not only hitting, but rubbing, scraping, making sound in every possible way...What we can't do ourselves will be done by machines which we will invent.”
“Percy (to Annabeth): If I was going to pick one person in the world to reattach my head, I'd pick you. Silena: Awww . . . Percy, that is so sweet! Annabeth: Shut up, Silena.”
“Percy and Hedge lay on the deck, looking exhausted. Hedge was missing his shoes. He grinned at the sky, muttering, “Awesome. Awesome.” Percy was covered in nicks and scratches, like he’d jumped through a window. He didn’t say anything but he grasped Annabeth’s hand weakly as if to say, Be right with you as soon as the world stops spinning.
Leo, Piper, and Jason, who’d been eating in the mess hall, came rushing up the stairs.
“What? What?” Leo cried, holding a half-eaten grilled cheese sandwich. “Can’t a guy even take a lunch break? What’s wrong?”
“Followed!” Frank yelled again.
“Followed by what? Jason asked.
“I don’t know!” Frank panted. “Whales? Sea monsters? Maybe Kate and Porky!”
Annabeth wanted to strangle the guy, but she wasn’t sure her hands would fit around his thick neck. “That makes absolutely no sense.”
Source: The Mark of Athena
“Percy and Lissa shared a father, but as far as Lissa was concerned, calling him her “half brother” was a “white thing.” A brother was just a brother, no halves about it.”
Source: Yellow Bird: Oil, Murder, and a Woman's Search for Justice in Indian Country
“Percy and Reyna occupied matching praeters' chairs on the dais, which made Percy self-conscious. It wasn't easy looking dignified wearing a bedsheet and a purple cape. "The camp is safe," Octavian continued. " I'll be the first to congragulate our heroes for bringing back the legion's eagle and so much Imperial gold! Truly we have been blessed with good fortune. But why do more? Why tempt fate?" "I'm glad you asked." Percy stood, taking the question as an opening. Octavian stammered, " I wasn't--" "--Part of the quest," Percy said. "Yes I know. And your'e wise to let me explain, since I was.”
“Percy!’ Annabeth scolded. ‘You just opened another Monster Doughnut shop somewhere!”
Source: The Sea of Monsters
“Percy," Apollo said, "I wouldn't worry too much. The last Great Prophecy about you took almost seventy years to complete. This one may not even happen in your lifetime."
I thought about the lines Rachel had spoken in that creepy voice: about storm and fire and the Doors of Death. "Maybe," I said, "but it didn't sound so good."
"No," said Apollo cheerfully. "It certainly didn't. She's going to make a wonderful Oracle!”
Source: The Last Olympian
“Percy blinked. “So your brother is a winged horse. But you’re also my half brother, which means all the flying horses in the world are my…You know what? Lets’ forget it.”
“Percy climbed the first step, then the next, remembering the thousands of times she'd run through the door, in a hurry to get to the future, to whatever was coming next, to this moment.”
Source: The Distant Hours: A Novel
“Percy: Dad-
Poseidon: Very well! It shall be as you say. But my son, pray this works.
Percy: I'm praying, I'm talking to you, right?
Poseidon: Oh...yes. Good point.”
Source: The Last Olympian
“Percy, explaining things to you is like lecturing a gerbil.”
Source: The Crown of Ptolemy
“Percy felt for his complaisant friend something of the annoyance which a householder feels for the watchdog whom he finds fraternizing with the burglar.”
“Percy France told me, similarly, he and Bird used to hang out. They were good buddies. And he said, "Man, we'd just walk through town, sometimes with our horns. And we'd walk by past an Irish bar. And you'd stand outside and check out the music. And Bird would go in and sit in with these traditional Irish musicians. Then we'd past a Greek restaurant and we'd hear that. And Charles "Bird" Parker would go sit in with those guys. He was just listening to everything, reacting to everything.”
“Percy frowned "You have a feast for tuna?”
Source: The Son of Neptune (Heroes of Olympus Book 2)
“Percy glanced over. He saw the fallen giant and seemed to understand what was happening. He yelled something that was lost in the wind, probably: Go! Then he slammed Riptide into the ice at his feet. The entire glacier shuddered. Ghosts fell to their knees. Behind Percy, a wave surged up from the bay-a wall of gray water even taller than the glacier. Water shot from the chasms and crevices in the ice. As the wave hit, the back half of the camp crumbled. The entire edge of the glacier peeled away, cascading into the void-carrying buildings, ghosts, and Percy Jackson over the edge.”
“Percy," Grover said, "the gods really don't appreciate people sitting in their thrones. I mean like turn-you-into-a-pile-of-ashes don't appreciate it.”
Source: The Last Olympian
“Percy grunted. ‘Probably something to do with that creep Octavian. Maybe he was so bad at telling the future that he broke Apollo’s powers.”
Source: The Blood of Olympus
“Percy had taken his girlfriend on some romantic walks before. This wasn't one of them.”
Source: The House of Hades
“Percy hefted a bronze grenade. ‘I hope you labelled these right.’
He yelled, ‘Die, Romans!’ and lobbed the grenade over the wall.”
Source: The Blood of Olympus
“Percy imagined what that would be like: getting an apartment in this tiny replica of Rome, protected by the legion and Terminus the OCD border god. He imagined holding hands with Annabeth at a cafe. Maybe when they were older, watching their own kid chase seagulls across the forum.”
“Percy is the most powerful demigod I've ever met. No offense to you guys but it's true.”
“PERCY JACKSON!" Poseidon announced. My name echoed around the chamber.
All talking died down. The room was silent except for the crackle of the hearth fire. Everyone's eyes
were on me—all the gods, the demigods, the Cyclopes, the spirits. I walked into the middle of the throne
room. Hestia smiled at me reassuringly. She was in the form of a girl now, and she seemed happy and
content to be sitting by her fire again. Her smile gave me courage to keep walking.
First I bowed to Zeus. Then I knelt at my father's feet.
"Rise, my son," Poseidon said.
I stood uneasily.
"A great hero must be rewarded," Poseidon said. "Is there anyone here who would deny that my son
is deserving?"
I waited for someone to pipe up. The gods never agreed on anything, and many of them still didn't
like me, but not a single one protested.
"The Council agrees," Zeus said. "Percy Jackson, you will have one gift from the gods."
I hesitated. "Any gift?"
Zeus nodded grimly. "I know what you will ask. The greatest gift of all. Yes, if you want it, it shall be
yours. The gods have not bestowed this gift on a mortal hero in many centuries, but, Perseus Jackson—if
you wish it—you shall be made a god. Immortal. Undying. You shall serve as your father's lieutenant for
all time."
I stared at him, stunned. "Um . . . a god?"
Zeus rolled his eyes. "A dimwitted god, apparently. But yes. With the consensus of the entire
Council, I can make you immortal. Then I will have to put up with you forever."
"Hmm," Ares mused. "That means I can smash him to a pulp as often as I want, and he'll just keep
coming back for more. I like this idea."
"I approve as well," Athena said, though she was looking at Annabeth.
I glanced back. Annabeth was trying not to meet my eyes. Her face was pale. I flashed back to two
years ago, when I'd thought she was going to take the pledge to Artemis and become a Hunter. I'd been on
the edge of a panic attack, thinking that I'd lose her. Now, she looked pretty much the same way.
I thought about the Three Fates, and the way I'd seen my life flash by. I could avoid all that. No
aging, no death, no body in the grave. I could be a teenager forever, in top condition, powerful, and
immortal, serving my father. I could have power and eternal life.
Who could refuse that?
Then I looked at Annabeth again. I thought about my friends from camp: Charles Beckendorf,
Michael Yew, Silena Beauregard, so many others who were now dead. I thought about Ethan Nakamura
and Luke.
And I knew what to do.
"No," I said.
The Council was silent. The gods frowned at each other like they must have misheard.
"No?" Zeus said. "You are . . . turning down our generous gift?"
There was a dangerous edge to his voice, like a thunderstorm about to erupt.
"I'm honored and everything," I said. "Don't get me wrong. It's just . . . I've got a lot of life left to live.
I'd hate to peak in my sophomore year."
The gods were glaring at me, but Annabeth had her hands over her mouth. Her eyes were shining.
And that kind of made up for it.”
Source: The Battle of the Labyrinth
“Percy Jackson," Hermes said, "because you have taken on the curse of Achilles, I must spare you. You are in the hands of the Fates now. But you will never speak to me like that again. You have no idea how much I have sacrificed, how much—" His voice broke, and he shrank back to human size. "My son, my greatest pride . . . my poor May . . ." He sounded so devastated I didn't know what to say. One minute he was ready to vaporize us. Now he looked like he needed a hug.”
“Percy le sonrió; aquella sonrisa sarcástica de pendenciero que la había fastidiado durante años, pero que había acabado resultándole entrañable”
Source: The Mark of Athena
“Percy, let me go" she croaked. "You can't pull me up."
His face was white with effort. She could see in his eyes that he knew it was hopeless.
"Never," he said. He looked up at Nico, fifteen feet above.
"The other side, Nico! We'll see you there. Understand?"
Nico's eyes widened. "But-"
"Lead them!" Percy shouted. "Promise me!"
"I-I will."
Below them, the voice laughed in the darkness. Sacrifices. Beautiful sacrifices to wake the goddess.
Percy tightened his grip on Annabeth's wrist. His face was gaunt, scraped and bloody, his hair dusted with cobwebs, but when he locked eyes with her, she thought he had never looked more handsome.
"We're staying together," he promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again."
Only then did she understand what would happen. A one-way trip. A very hard fall.
"As long as we're together," she said.
She heard Nico and Hazel still screaming for help. She saw sunlight far, far above- maybe the last sunlight she would ever see.
Then Percy let go of his ledge, and together, holding hands, he and Annabeth fell into the endless darkness.”
Source: The Mark of Athena
“Percy let me go, she croaked. You can't pull me up.
Never”
Source: The Mark of Athena
“Percy looked at Coach Hedge and Frank. “A trap?” “Probably,” Frank said. “She’s not mortal,” Hedge said, sniffing the air. “Probably some kind of goat-eating, demigod-destroying fiend from Tartarus.” “No doubt,” Percy agreed. “Awesome.” Hedge grinned. “Let’s go.”
“Percy looked at his friends. "I'm getting tired of this guy's shirt." "Combat time?" Piper grabbed her horn of plenty. "I hate wonder bread," Jason said. Together, they charged.”
“Percy looked at his friends. “I’m getting tired of this guy’s shirt.”
“Percy mangeait une énorme pile de pancakes bleus (c’était quoi, son délire de ne manger que des trucs bleus ?) et Annabeth lui reprochait de mettre trop de sirop.
– Tu les noies, là, tes pauvres pancakes !
– Hé, je suis un enfant de Poséidon, je peux pas me noyer, et mes pancakes non plus.”
Source: The Blood of Olympus
“Percy muttered. ‘I want to drown her.’
‘Be patient, water boy.’
‘Don’t call me water boy.”
Source: The Blood of Olympus
“Percy no soportaría que se pusiera tan filosófica. Cuando intentaba hablar con él de cosas como esas, a Percy se le ponían los ojos vidriosos". Annabeth”
Source: The Mark of Athena
“Percy pulled Annabeth close and kissed her...long enough for it to get really awkward for Piper, though she said nothing. She thought about the old rule of Aphrodite's cabin: that to be recognized as a daughter of the love goddess, you had to break someone's heart. Piper had long ago decided to change that rule. Percy and Annabeth were a perfect example of why. You should have to make someone`s heart whole; that was a much better test.”
Source: The Blood of Olympus
“Percy pulled Annabeth close and kissed her... long enough for it to get really awkward for Piper, though she said nothing. She thought about the old rule of Aphrodite's cabin: that to be recognized as a daughter of the love goddess, you had to break someone's heart. Piper had long ago decided to change that rule. Percy and Annabeth were a perfect example of why. You should have to make someone's heart whole. That was a much better test.
When Percy pulled away, Annabeth looked like a fish gasping for air.
'The Rivalry end here,' Percy said. 'I love you, Wise Girl.”
Source: The Blood of Olympus
“Percy pushed on his side furiously and the crack closed. His eyes blazed with anger. She hoped he wasn’t mad at her, but if he was she couldn’t blame him. If it keeps him going, she thought, then let him be angry.”
“Percy: Put your cap back on... get out! Annabeth: What? No! I'm not leaving you. Percy: I've got a plan. I'll distract them. You can use the metal spider... maybe it'll lead you back to Hephaestus. You have to tell him what's going on. Annabeth: But you'll be killed! Percy: I'll be fine. Besides, we've got no choice. Annabeth glared at me like she was going to punch me, and then she did something that surprised me even more she kissed me. Annabeth Be careful, Seaweed Brain. Percy: she put on her hat and vanished.”
“Percy rests his chin on top of my head, his hands on my shoulders as we too turn our faces to the shore. 'Did you know—' he says.
'Oh, are we playing the did you know game?'
'Did you know this year is not going to be a disaster?'
'I don’t believe it.'
'It is not going to be a disaster,' he repeats overtop of me, 'because it is you and I and the Continent and not even Lockwood or your father can wreck it completely. I promise.'
He nudges the side of my head with his nose until I consent to look up at him, then does that tipped-head smile again, and I swear to God it's so adorable I forget my own damn name.
'France on the horizon, Captain,' I say.
'Steel thyself, mate,' he replies.”
Source: The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue
“Percy's ears turned as pink as Alex's jeans. "Anyway, maybe we've been looking at this all wrong. I've been tying to teach you sea skills. But the most important thing is to use whatever you've got to hand - your team, your wits, the enemy's own magical stuff."
"And there's no way to plan for that," I said.
"Exactly!" Percy said. "My work here is done!"
Annabeth frowned. "Percy, you're saying the best plan is no plan. As a child of Athena, I can't really endorse that.”
Source: The Ship of the Dead