RespectRespect is earned.
That is my firm belief.
Why should one treat one well, so well, when one has not earned it?respect is not a hand-out; it's what one believes another deserves.
And yet you've earned it so well.
Yes, you, Sir, and you, Ma'am. You, Sergeant, you Lieutenant. You, my friend, and you, my master.
I wonder how you stand me, me and my mediocrity. My simple ness, my silence. You teach me, you talk to me, and you are very much sincere.
I will do as you please, and I will do it for you. You accept me. You work with me. You remember me.
I will meet your standards.
Every time I nod, mute; every time I fail, dumb; every time I crack my lips, for a hesitant smileyou take it, and ride on.
I will bear it all, for I respect you; and, even, to one point or another, in one way or another, love you.
To hell I go, if required.
A High School Story - Chapter4"What the FUCK!" was Jet's immediate reaction. Everyone else was staring in complete and utter shock, as if their friend had not just knocked a television out the window.
And, as if Fate held extreme hatred for the Rockets (or just Jet), the Schwarzkopf twins arrived without knocking, running, evidently having seen the broken glass and television at the foot of the house.
It only took them a while more for Edward to choke, and even more of a while for Brandon to cry, "Who does that?"
"She does," Cheri murmured; it was quickly apparent that she believed their reaction to be underplay, not nearly enough for
"Yy-y-y-YOU! FUCKING YOU!" Jet screamed, pointing a finger at Abigail, who stood calmly by the shattered glass, Basket coiled about her shoulders. "YOU JUST TOSSED MY TV OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW"
"Ours," Alexis corrected him; she had moved to tug on his sleeve. "And that TV wasn't so new anywaydidn't you complain a shitload of times about how you wanted to toss i
Through Each EyeButterfly - Smile dk
I'm trapped, on Ogygia.
Why? Because I've aided the Titans.
The Fates are cruel - all the time, I get a hero stranded on my island. It's lonely here - I need someone else.
And they all left.
Heroes all need to leave me - I am forever alone.
宰相劉羅鍋主題麯 - Unknown Artist
I'm immortal, am I not?
I stare fondly at the demigods at the camp, looking at them.
I remember training heroes...Hercules, Jason-
He is a hero now.
I have been around a long time, seen a lot.
When the world is in peril, demigods are always suffering the most - that's what I've learned, and it doesn't even need confirmation to be true. I just know.
I've seen so much - more to pass on, stories of the old...generation of heroes after generation...
Generation after generation.
I'm Already There - Lonestar
And, through the darkness...I hear voices.
The Power of Hello KittyJapan and Greece they
Could it be true?
Had his little brother really no not quiet, chaste Kiku surely not?
But the rumors the way Francis had practically leered in perverse joy at "l'amour" was so genuine; it was easy to discern the difference between truth and fantasy with him in due time.
But back to the presentKiku was no longer a virgin. Simple as that.
And it would be explanation enough for that one night that noise from Japan
His poor little brother!deflowered!
Aiyaaa, Yao groaned, heart skipping in motherly (envious) distress. He'd probably start creating those nude beaches too
Yao's poor little silky head shook, to ward off the atrocious images of Kiku's little meter how he could've survived poor baby!
With that one little meter, it was a shock that he was still alive.
Sweat beaded along Yao's forehead; oh, Greece must've been a beast in bed; his quiet exterior was a lie, just like