#don

When you want a thing done, 'Don't do it yourself' is a good motto for Scoutmasters. ↗

— Robert Baden-Powell

#good #motto #thing #want #you

There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison. ↗

— William Glasser

#job #only #over #places #precedence

Blackjack," Percy said, "this is Piper and Jason. They're friends." The horse nickered. "Uh, maybe later," Percy answered. Piper had heard that Percy could speak to horses, being the son of the horse lord Poseidon, but she'd never seen it in action. "What does Blackjack want?" she asked. "Donuts," Percy said. "Always donuts. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#donuts #flying-horses #heroes-of-olympus #humor #jason-grace

Every second I spend waiting, Drags me closer to this grave. I'm not alone. No, I'm just on my own. ↗

— Tegan Quin

#don-t-confess #grave #i-m-just-on-my-own #i-m-not-alone #if-it-was-you

I have self-actualized. Pardon me whilst I adjust my glowing halo. ↗

— Ted Nugent

#glowing #halo #i #me #pardon

Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is; Me it sucked first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; Thou know’st that this cannot be said A sin, or shame, or loss of maidenhead, Yet this enjoys before it woo, And pampered swells with one blood made of two, And this, alas, is more than we would do. Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare, Where we almost, nay more than married are. This flea is you and I, and this Our mariage bed and mariage temple is; Though parents grudge, and you, we are met, And cloisterd in these living walls of jet. Though use make you apt to kill me, Let not to that, self-murder added be, And sacrilege, three sins in killing three. Cruel and sudden, hast thou since Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence? Wherein could this flea guilty be, Except in that drop which it sucked from thee? Yet thou triumph’st, and say'st that thou Find’st not thy self, nor me the weaker now; ’Tis true; then learn how false, fears be: Just so much honor, when thou yield’st to me, Will waste, as this flea’s death took life from thee. ↗

— John Donne

#poem #songs-and-sonnets #sonnet #the-flea #death

My mother made a squeaking sound that might of been either "yes" or "help". Poseidon took it as a yes and came in. Paul was looking back and forth between us, trying to read our expressions. Finally he stepped forward. "Hi, I'm Paul Blofis." Poseidon raised an eyebrow and then shook his hand. "Blowfish, did you say?" "Ah, no. Blofis, actually." "Oh, I see," Poseidon said. "A shame. I quite like blowfish. I am Poseidon." "Poseidon? That's an interesting name." "Yes, I like it. I've gone by other names, but I do prefer Poseidon." "Like the god of the sea." "Very much like that, yes" "Well!" My mother interrupted. "Um, were so glad you could drop by. Paul, this is Percy's father." "Ah." Paul nodded, though he didn't look real pleased. "I see." Poseidon smiled at me. "There you are, my boy. And Tyson, hello, son!" "Daddy!" Tyson [shouted]... Paul's jaw dropped. He stared at my mother. "Tyson is..." "Not mine," she promised. "It's a long story. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#paul #percy-jackson #poseidon #tyson #humor

And when it is done, we ought to follow the example by disarming ourselves. ↗

— George William Norris

#done #example #follow #ought #ourselves

You look tired," Rachel told Jason. "I wish I could jog and sleep at the same time." "Can't you?" Ferrin asked, joining them at the little cascade. "I always imagined that you could sleep rolling down a mountainside in a barrel." "I probably could today," Jason conceded. ↗

— Brandon Mull

#humor #mull #rebellion #seeds #sleep

You left me." Not realizing until I've said my final good-bye and closed the door behind me, that he's not referring to the past. He's prophesying our future. ↗

— Alyson Noel

#prophecy #the-immortals #moon