'Choices' said Hecate. 'You stand at the crossroads, Hazel Levesque. And I am the Goddess of Crossroads.'
'He would have you believe that all choices are black or white, yes or no, in or out. In fact, it's not that simple. Whenever you reach the crossroads, there are always at least three ways to go... four, if you count going backwards.'
Spes, Goddess of Hope.
The greatest heroes didn't get happy endings.
Cocytus. The river of lamentation.
In the old days, people called the seventh month the ghost month. That's when the spirit world and the human world were closest.
All great warriors are afraid. Only the stupid and the delusional are not.
There wasn't much difference between longing and greed.
Love is no game! It is no flowery softness! It is hard work - a quest that never ends. It demands everything from you - especially the truth. Only then does it yield rewards. - Cupid
Love was the most savage monster of all.
'Oh, I wouldn't say Love always makes you happy.' His voice sounded smaller, much more human. 'Sometimes it makes you incredibly sad.'
Misery is eternal.
The woman was beautiful in a timeless, regal way -- like a statue you might admire but could never love. Her eyes sparkled with malice.