The motto stated a lie. If this nation has ever trusted in god, that time has gone by; for nearly half a century almost its entire trust has been in the republican party and the dollar--mainly the dollar. I recognize that i am only making an assertion and furnishing no proof; i am sorry, but this is a habit of mine; sorry also that i am not alone in it; everybody seems to have this disease.
You know how i think they choose people for gryffindor team?" said malfoy loudly a few minutes later, as snape awarded hufflepuff another penalty for now reason at all. "it's people they feel sorry for. See, there's potter, who's got no parents, then there's the weasleys, who've got no money - you should be on the team, longbottom, you've got no brains.
My parents died a long time ago. and you know the sad thing? i still miss them every day. i spent my entire youth fighting with my dad over every little thing and damned if i wouldn’t sell my soul to see him one more time and tell him i was sorry for the last words i said to him. words i can never take back that should have never been said. so call your mom. no matter what kind of relationship you have with your parents, i swear to you, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. (kyrian)
Finnick:" good to see you, peeta." peeta:" you be nice to her, finnick. or i might try and take her away from you." it could be a joke, if the tone wasn't so cold. everything it conveys is wrong. the open distrust of finnick, the implication that peeta has his eye on annie, that annie could desert finnick, that i do not even exist. finnick:"oh peeta," says finnick lightly. "don't make me sorry i restarted your heart.
The lizard stared up at us, and we stared back, taking each other in. He was little and defenseless, i felt sorry for him already. This was a screwed-up place he'd just come into. But he didn't have to know that. Not yet, anyway. There in that room, where it was hot and cramped, the world probably still seemed small enough to manage.
They would find this house of hades. they'd take the doors of death. and by the gods, if leo had to design a grabber arm long enough to snatch percy and annabeth out of tartarus, then that's what he would do. nemesis wanted him to wreak vengeance on gaea? leo would be happy to oblige. he was going to make gaea sorry she had ever messed with leo valdez. "yeah." he took one last look at the cityscape of rome, turning bloodred in the sunset. "festus, raise the sails. we've got some friends to save.
Right, you've got a crooked sort of cross..." he consulted unfogging the future. "that means you're going to have 'trials and suffering' sorry about that but there's a thing that could be the sun... Hang on... That means 'great happiness'... So you're going to suffer but be very happy..." "you need your inner eye tested, if you ask me," said ron, and they both had to stifle their laughs as professor trelawney gazed in their direction.