#phone

It’s my birthday, who could be calling me? Probably my clone, wondering why he hasn’t been born yet. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#birthday #born #clone #communicate #communication

It's what's known as an origin myth. What happened to me? That's no myth. ↗

— Meg Cabot

#myths #persephone #pierce-oliviera #death

O'Reilly continues to hide behind his microphone. ↗

— Robert Greenwald

#continues #hide #his #microphone #reilly

There is no such thing as a good call at 7 AM. It's been my experience that all calls between the hours of 11 PM and 9 AM are disaster calls. ↗

— Janet Evanovich

#night #phone #plum #sleep #stephanie

I had a missed call. It’s probably the all you can eat buffet calling to say, “Come back! We know you can eat just a little bit more.”
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— Jarod Kintz

#eating #food #funny #gorge #humor

Alecto was the oldest, unceasing in anger. Magaera was next, retaliator of jealousy, and Tisiphone, the last, regarded as the avenger of murder. ↗

— Elisabeth Naughton

#furies #greek-mythology #magaera #tisiphone #anger

Middle age is when you're sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn't for you. ↗

— Ogden Nash

#home #hope #middle #middle age #night

Hades smiled coldly. "Hello, Father. You're looking...young." "Hades," Kronos growled. "I hope you and the ladies have come to pledge your allegiance." "I'm afraid not." Hades sighed. "My son here convinced me that perhaps I should prioritize my list of enemies." He glanced at me with distaste. "As much as I dislike certain upstart demigods, it would not do for Olympus to fall. I would miss bickering with my siblings. And if there is one thing we agree on - it is that you were a TERRIBLE father. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#hades #nico-diangelo #percy-jackson #persephone #enemy

Not returning phone calls is the severest form of torture in the civilized world. ↗

— Marisha Pessl

#torture #torture

Be to her, Persephone, All the things I might not be; Take her head upon your knee. She that was so proud and wild, Flippant, arrogant and free, She that had no need of me, Is a little lonely child Lost in Hell,—Persephone, Take her head upon your knee; Say to her, “My dear, my dear, It is not so dreadful here. ↗

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

#arrogance