The best Quotes from Maya and the Three

Gold has value because it's rare. Life has value because it's short. Death gives life value.

Maya: "I was trying to win that gold for the orphanage."
Queen Teca: "Don't use those kids as an excuse. You were fighting for nothing more than glory."
King Teca: "There's nothing sweeter than glory! ...which is not the right thing to think."

It is hard to find one's way to light on a path that runs through darkness.

Whoever's the least dead at the end gets the gold prize of… gold!

This power in you can be great or it can be dangerous. You just need to believe in yourself as much as I believe in you.

The only mercy in war is death. And I shall be relentless in my mercy.

Being a leader is more than just about fighting. It is about sacrifice.

Before you start complaining about what you don't have, be thankful for what you do have.

It was a true honor for any warrior to die by her beautiful hand.

No daughter of this kingdom should be treated as she was, royal or not.

Kings can often be very shortsighted.

I don't want to be like you. A diplomat who does nothing but sit around talking, while the warriors get to have epic adventures.

Take Maya to my dressing room. Do what you must to make her look like a princess.

The greatest tragedy of my life and hers was my birth.

Long, long ago, when magic turned the world, in a time some cannot remember, but our hearts will never forget. In a kingdom past the ferocious pumas of the Golden Mountains. Just above the deadly skulls of the Jungle Lands. And just below the magical roosters of Luna Island. Resting above an ancient secret lake was the legendary Kingdom of Teca. There, the ancients told of a great prophecy that a Mighty Eagle and three courageous jaguars would one day vanquish the dark lords of the underworld! But know this, though prophecies may give hope, the battle will still be fought, for victory rides on the shoulders of heroes!

Diplomacy: the art of restraining power.

War is failure of diplomacy.

Even in the darkness, diamonds still shine.

Everyone likes to think they're a good person. But good can't exist without evil. Pleasure without pain.

Why would anyone want to be a pirate? It's the best thing there is. Wind in your back. The salty sea air. Loyal crew by your side.

There's no need for words... Just answer one question for me, Ace... Was I a good father?

What if everything that came from the past were influenced by the future?

There was this sadness in his eyes. The kind you sometimes see in those who want to die, but life won’t let them.

It takes much more courage to be in love than it does for war.

In the end, love is a good reason for everything to fall apart.

Don't exploit an advantage just because it emerges; wait until the optimal moment, then strike.

Drinking alone is like sh*tting in company.

Ats Ayittey: "Excuse me but this is the quiet carriage."
Stefan Tovell: "Shut the f*ck up then."

Trust is a luxury we can't afford in this game.

"Hey. Do you like bad boys?"
"Sure do. Let me know if you find one."

He is my all-time favorite person. And I want us to live a hundred years and die at the exact same moment. And I want our souls to find each other on the other side as soon as possible, so we can fall in love and make more babies, and do it all over again. I just also want him to f*ck my brains out.

Marcus: "My bike. It's gone. She took it."
Max: "So that's like Grand Theft Auto. Or Grand Theft Bike."

Ellen: "Ten minutes, or I'm taking away your phone."
Marcus: "Good. We're wasting our lives chained to these screens for our dopamine hits. Does it actually make us more fulfilled? No."
Max: "If I could have my phone surgically embedded into my hand, I would."

Aimee: "Did you know you need, like, sugar and flour and an oven to bake? And you don't shove it all in, you have to follow alle these rules."
Maeve: "Yeah, it's called a recipe."

Cum is kind of like a penis having a sneeze. Ugh, that means when you swallow someone's cum, it's like eating their snot.

I think love should come out of nowhere, sweep you up completely.

How the hell did you end up here?

You used to wrap yourself in fairy tales like a blanket. But it was the cold you loved. Sharp shivers as you uncovered the corpses of Bluebeard's wives. Sweeter goosebumps as Prince Charming slid one glass slipper over your little toes. A perfect fit. But by the schoolyard, real princesses floated by you on fall winds. You saw the gulf between you and the rich girls and vowed to stop believing in fairy tales. But the stories were in you, deep as poison. If Prince Charming was real, if he could save you, you needed to be saved from the unfairness of everything. When would he come? The answer was a cruel shrug in a hundred fleeting moments. The sneer on Stevie Smith's face when he called you a fat cow. Uncle Jeff's hand squeezing your ass in the Thanksgiving kitchen. The accusation in your father's eyes when you told him what happened. From every boy masquerading as a man that you let into your body, your heart, you learned you didn't have whatever magic turns a beast into a prince. You surrounded yourself with the girls you'd always resented, hoping to share their power. And you hated yourself. And that diminished you even more. And then, right when you thought you might just disappear, he saw you. And you knew somewhere deep it was too good to be true. But you let yourself be swept, because he was the first strong enough to lift you. Now in his castle you understand Prince Charming and Bluebeard are the same man. And you don't get a happy end unless you love both of him. Didn't you want this? To be loved? Didn't you want him to crown you? Didn't you ask for it? Didn't you ask for it? So say you can live like this, say you love him, say thank you, say anything but the truth. What if you can't love him back?

The people's rage. It is like an illness, an ulcer. And ulcers must be cauterized.

Swallow, lend me your wings
Take me with you to the faraway land
And should I with you soar up there
In the ever blue firmament
How I then shall fervently praise the god
From whom freedom was sent

People say Hawkins is cursed. They're not way off.

Dear Billy, I don't know if you can even hear this. Ever since you left, everything's been a total disaster. For a while, we tried to be happy... normal. I know that's impossible.

Weems: "No doubt you'll find something that tickles your fancy."
Wednesday: "The last person who tickled me lost a finger."

Just as long as you're lakeside cheering us to victory on race day... or you can just glare uncomfortably. Whatever works for you.

I'm responsible for my own happiness? I can't even be responsible for my own breakfast!

I feel like my life is just a series of unrelated wacky adventures.

Even people that have made mistakes deserve happiness.