#hero

Be a hero or enjoy fucking life, don’t try to be bunch of stupid flesh acting as normal humans. ↗

— M.F. Moonzajer

#stupidity #life

Tragic heroes are failed pragmatists. Their ends are unrealistic and their means are impractical. ↗

— Adam Phillips

#pragmatism #life

And, for the gods sake, don't waste the whole day working! Make time for a bit of adventure dear. This life is only so long. ↗

— Adrastus Rood

#adventure-fantasy #fantasy #manly-hero #work #life

Heroes didn't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#heroism #love

She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin only the cloth of her gloves, and yet it did not matter. You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#fire #love #tessa-gray #will-herondale #love

Love potions? For Will Herondale? T’aint my way to turn down payment, but any man who looks like you has got no need of love potions, and that’s a fact. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #love

It'll be dangerous," Nyssa warned him. "Hardship, monsters, terrible suffering. Possibly none of you will come back alive." "Oh." Suddenly Leo didn't look so excited. Then he remembered everyone was watching. "I mean... Oh, cool! Suffering? I love suffering! Let's do this. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#leo-valdez #rick-riordan #the-lost-hero #love

What is this?” he went on now, spearing an unfortunate object on a fork and raising it to eye level. “This… this… thing?” “A parsnip?” Jem suggested. “A parsnip planted in Satan’s own garden.” said Will. He glanced about. “I don’t suppose there’s a dog I could feed it to.” “There don’t seem to be any pets about,” Jem—who loved all animals, even the inglorious and ill-tempered Church—observed. “Probably all poisoned by parsnips,” said Will. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love

Oh, do you have A Tale of Two Cities?" "That silly thing? Men going around getting their heads chopped off for love? Ridiculus." Will unpeeled himself from the door and made his way toward Tessa where she stood by the bookshelves. He gestured expansively at the vast number of volumes all around him. "No, here you'll find all sorts of advice about how to chop off someone else's head if you need to; much more useful. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #love

Let me rephrase.” He took a seething step toward me. “When it comes to you… I don’t like to share. ↗

— Samantha Young

#arrogant #contemporary-romance #hot #lovely #possessive-hero