Jager Quotes

They're professionals at this in Russia, so no matter how many Jell-O shots or Jager shooters you might have downed at college mixers, no matter how good a drinker you might think you are, don't forget that the Russians - any Russian - can drink you under the table.

Reading aloud with children is known to be the single most important activity for building the knowledge and skills they will eventually require for learning to read.

Heaven is food.

I just about prevent myself from laughing, but the information that coffee is basically faery Viagra just totally took the wind out of my sails.

once the actual combat began, chivalry was dead.

As ordeals and duels gave way to confession as a proof of guilt, judicial torture was actually increasing in France.

fire applied to the soles of the feet,” prolonged sleep deprivation, immersion in cold water, and water forced down the throat to the point of suffocation.

You never know how things are going to work out or where you're going to end up once you start running around following your gut instinct.

Dan klautert de jager van me af... Mijn adem stokt in mijn keel. Ik herken dat korte krulhaar. Ze haalt het masker los en laat de zijde op de grond vallen. Ina.

...compensation that was often paid not the victim herself but to her father or husband, since rape counted less as sexual violence against a woman than as a property crime against her male guardian.

the duel’s outcome would decide “the damnation of the one who is in the wrong, in both soul and body, as a result of the great oaths they have sworn, whence they will be judged by the sentence of God.” After

Have you ever done the splits trying to be a stripper named Gigi Fontaine while dancing to Britney with moves you learned from a Paula Abdul exercise VHS tape in the nineties after having four shots of Jager? Me too.

I don’t reply. Surely Tucker wouldn’t bring someone back to a room knowing that I’ll be in the bed too, first shot. He wouldn’t do anything with her after last night, this morning and this afternoon, second shot. Although he is all over her and has been since we got here, third shot. Maybe I didn’t drop my knickers quick enough, fourth shot. He’s probably laughing at me for everything I told him about the dream and stuff I wince and slam the now empty jager bomb glass down.

If the bedbugs bite, bite back.

It’s okay. Sometimes the girl has to be the hero.

...compensation that was often paid not to the victim herself but to her father or husband, since rape counted less as sexual violence against a woman than as a property crime against her male guardian.

Letitia gets extremely pissed off when we're late with reports. It's you she coddles, as you're the baby." Kyle scowls at his elder brother. "She doesn't coddle." "She does. She pinches your cheeks," Megan says with her mouth full of pastry. "That's abuse," Kyle counters. "I've told her to stop.

Ketellappers zijn volgens mij trouwens lang niet altijd oneerlijk,' zei Cassandra. 'Maar zoals zo vaak hebben een paar rotte appels zo'n hele groep een slechte naam bezorgd.' 'Misschien moeten ze bordjes omhangen met "Wij zijn eerlijke ketellappers" erop,' stelde Will voor. 'Dan weten we wie er te vertrouwen is en wie niet.' Cassandra tikte met een vinger tegen haar voorhoofd en Will grijnsde.

Struikrovers zijn ook niet meer wat ze geweest zijn,' zei Will met gespeelde spijt terwijl hij Donald duimboeien ombond en hem aan hun kleine stoet toevoegde. 'Waren ze vroeger dan slimmer?' vroeg Maddie. Will haalde zijn schouders op. 'Dat kan toch haast niet anders?

Wat kan mij zijn pijn schelen?' snauwde Maddie. 'Ik vind het een fijne pijl.

That’s enough, Stratus.” “Are you certain? I can follow the scent they left on you, and destroy their bloodlines if you wish.” “Tempting but no, watching them burn to death was enough.

Furthermore, by the command of our lord the king, it is strictly prohibited for any person of whatsoever degree, to speak, gesture, cough, spit, cry out, or do any such thing whatever it may be during the battle, under pain of losing his life and his property.

I called because I’ve got relationship issues.” Jager groaned. “Ah, man. Why didn’t you call Jake first?” “Because this one has to do with being an army kid, and you’re the only one that gets that.

You know that Hailey and I have grown close while on this assignment.” I could hear Jager’s eyes roll over the phone. “Yes. It seems to be an epidemic among my brothers. I hope I don’t catch it.

Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.

Een prooi wordt nooit een jager.

De Dennen Dennebossen, scheef als dronkaards groeien van waaien; lucht; oudheid. In de grond geplante zwepen, bukkend onder de tekens des hemels. Staande of ze nog wachters waren voor de vervlogen deuren van goden. Hun denappels de handschriften van bronzen spraak; gekraakte. Door lachgas verschrompelde strottenhoofden van reuzen. Loop je s'nachts in het dennenbos, krrr diep onder de dennen is angst de jager; dennendonker is spottend duister, hun appels geen sterren, geen lampen. Luister wat ze zeggen, de 2 bijlen "tIs zo recht bij de dennen, zo ijlend, waarheid die van onderen afsterft, leugens uithangt, dóór groeit naar 't Licht.' O wandelaar de tak boven je stookt je oven, soms leunt aan je gezicht al je kist. Dennenbossen, er waait geen pluis. Dennen zijn de kelders van de luchten. Je hoort ze kreunen en zuchten 'Wij brengen jou thuis, brengen je thuis.

Writing and repairing software generally takes far more time and is far more expensive than initially anticipated. “Every feature that is added and every bug that is fixed,” Edward Tenner points out, “adds the possibility of some new and unexpected interaction between parts of the program.”19 De Jager concurs: “If people have learned anything about large software projects, it is that many of them miss their deadlines, and those that are on time seldom work perfectly. … Indeed, on-time error-free installations of complex computer systems are rare.”20 Even small changes to code can require wholesale retesting of entire software systems. While at MIT in the 1980s, I helped develop some moderately complex software. I learned then that the biggest problems arise from bugs that creep into programs during early stages of design. They become deeply embedded in the software’s interdependent network of logic, and if left unfixed can have cascading repercussions throughout the software. But fixing them often requires tracing out consequences that have metastasized in every direction from the original error. As the amount of computer code in our world soars (doubling every two years in consumer products alone), we need practical ways to minimize the number of bugs. But software development is still at a preindustrial stage—it remains more craft than engineering. Programmers resemble artisans: they handcraft computer code out of basic programming languages using logic, intuition, and pattern-recognition skills honed over years of experience.

I knew that if there

man Gil had confronted

Maddie trok een wenkbrauw op, een uitdrukking die ze van hem had overgenomen en die hij weer van Halt had.

So, in other words, we tore our world apart to get rid of these gods. And they were very bad gods, right?' I say, just to be clear. 'Not just messing around and having funsies with their adoring followers but truly wicked and vile?

If I die today because I was having fun last night and had the best sleep I’ve had in weeks, then so be it,

Seems like we’ve always been together.” “I’ll love you forever.

I love you, Kassia.

The Weaver had turned himself into an urhaalgar.  Or, at least, a creature that looked something like an urhaalgar. Most of the urhaalgars Ridmark had fought were short, spindly creatures, shorter than even Jager, their thin limbs covered with spines. The thing that the Weaver had become stood seven feet tall, his limbs heavy and thick with muscle, spines jutting from his limbs as long as daggers, their edges serrated, his flesh covered with glistening black scales. A scorpion’s tail rose over the Weaver’s spiked shoulders, the stinger dripping with venom.  It was exactly the kind of creature Ridmark would not have wanted to fight in an enclosed space. 

He did a crazy thing, Kit. He turned into a dragon. And then set the forest on fire to protect us. He went up against a small army to keep you safe. - Dante

As above, so below. - Thorne

For the guardian of the realms, you're really a bit of an idiot, aren't you? - Kit

I don't sniff drugs. And I never will. Or smoke. Or inject. Trust me. My life is screwed up enough as it is - I don't need chemicals to help me along. - Kit

What I can do isn't normal. Humans don't have magic." "How do you know?

Werewolves hold territories, and these territories are where they are strongest. You want to fight a werewolf? You lure him away from where he has the home advantage. You throw him off balance and you take the opportunity to hurt him as much as you can. You don't attack him in his own lair. That's just stupidity.

My plan was just... you know - go to that address, kick ass and take your brothers back." "How are you two still alive?

Are you the real Kit Blackhart?" she demands, leaning close. She sticks her tongue out and actually licks my cheek. "No, you still taste like her.

Holy hell, just let the earth swallow me now. - Kit

mentioned it before.” She shook her head slowly. “My uncle said I was so uncomely and gangly no

everyone was on their feet and moving like the devil had appeared with a bottle of Jager and a randy expression.

Ik ben geen verhalenverteller. Dit verhaal - als het ooit gelezen zal worden - is daar afdoende bewijs van. Ik spring almaar vooruit en keer weer terug, ik spring over de draad van de tijd alsof het een horde is, ik verdwaal op zijsporen en misschien verzwijg ik per ongeluk wel de essentie. Als ik de pagina's van mijn verhaal herlees, besef ik dat ik dwars door de woorden heen loop als opgejaagd wild dat zigzaggend wegvlucht en de honden en jagers die hem nazitten op een dwaalspoor probeert te brengen.

How’d you recover from your Jager-binge last night?’ ‘Not bad,’ I say. ‘I think I’m allergic to it, you know. It makes me drunk. It’s weird.

Three years after he came to town, he was elected one of the members of the common council of the town of Northampton, from Ward Two. It was in that year that the Northampton City Council was faced with the first serious traffic problem that had come up in a hundred years. Fred Jager brought an automobile to town. It was called a Locomobile. It went chugging up and down the streets and scared the horses. The Council resolved that something ought to be done.

As it was, getting out of the car that night Coolidge said to Jager: “It’s wonderful to ride in a horseless wagon.” Then a pause: “But it won’t amount to much!

authentic education, as we referred to here in a deeper context, essentially has a multidisciplinary perspective of learning and development that goes beyond the cognitive domain and incorporates the important aspects of social and emotional domains (‘CASEL Is Transforming’, 2019; ‘What Is SEL?’, 2019; Jagers, Rivas-Drake, & Borowski, 2018; ‘From a Nation at Risk’, n.d.; Rockett, 2018).

Halt?' herhaalde hij. 'Ben jij niet die Jager die...' '... in de helm van de oberjarl moest overgeven?' viel Halt hem in de rede. 'Ja, dat ben ik.

Dat prinsessengedoe is meer iets voor in kasteel Araluen. In mijn gewone leven ben ik een leerling-Jager, in mijn vierde jaar nu. - Maddie

Hij had voorlopig nog geen idee waar hij een gele doek of gele verf kon vinden, maar hij was ervan overtuigd dat de kwartiermeester er wel een oplossing voor wist. Dat was immers het werk van kwartiermeesters, problemen oplossen. Hij salueerde en haastte zich naar de opslagruimte. 'Lekker hoor, commandant zijn,' zei Gilan. 'De details kun je aan anderen overlaten, jij zegt gewoon tegen een krijger dat hij voor een gele lantaarn moet zorgen.' 'Ik vraag me wel af waarom Maddie zo nodig wilde dat de lantaarn geel is,' gromde Arnaut. Gilan lachte. 'Ze is een Jager. Wij maken het graag ingewikkeld voor de rest van de wereld.

Zo, kijk nou eens wat de kat me komt brengen,' zei hij opgewekt. 'Hoe kom jij in 's hemelsnaam hier terecht, Halt?' 'Wij zijn gekomen om je te bevrijden,' antwoordde de oude Jager. De oberjarl keek vragend naar de leren riemen waarmee zijn vrienden waren vastgebonden. 'Nou, je hebt daarvoor een vreemde tactiek verzonnen dan.

Hij wist dat Halt op het punt stonden om te beginnen met wat hij 'creatieve administratie' noemde. Voor Arnaut was het gewoon vervalsing... En niet voor het eerst besloot hij dat naarmate hij langer optrok met twee Grijze Jagers, zijn morele standaard alleen maar verder naar beneden ging.

En als je denkt dat deze twee erg zijn, zou je Halt eens moeten horen. Dat is een wat oudere Jager en die heeft echt geen greintje respect voor mij.' 'Dat valt best mee, heer,' ging Gilan tegen de koning in. 'Hij heeft juist heel veel respect voor u, als u het tenminste maar met hem eens bent.

Koffie! Ik moet er niet aan denken, op dit uur van de dag!' mopperde Duncan. 'Dan komt er niets meer van slapen vannacht.' 'Gelukkig heb ik dat probleempje niet, majesteit!' antwoordde Will. En hij voegde er met een lachje aan toe: 'Maar ik heb dan ook een schoon geweten.' Evanlyn maakte een onbeleefd geluid. 'Ha, als er ooit een Grijze Jager is geweest met een schoon geweten, dan was jij het zeker niet, stiekemerd.

Ik ben blij met jullie gezelschap, Jager. Soms ben ik zo lang met die paarden alleen dat ik begin te denken dat ik er ook een wordt.' Zonder erbij na te denken greep hij in de mand met appelen en nam een flinke hap - net als Trek zojuist gedaan had. Halt keek hem aan, één wenkbrauw opgetrokken. 'Misschien zijn we nog net op tijd gekomen.

Het is mij geworden,' zei de Jager plechtig... 'dat onze goede koning Duncan, heer van het rijk, een idioot is.' Was de sfeer in de herberg tot dan er een geweest van 'straks gebeurt er misschien wat interessants', nu werd deze gespannen.

Ah, an actual Blackhart. And you've brought a friend?... He doesn't smell of you blood, Kit. Who is he?' 'He's a Spook,' I say and watch her recoil as if she's just stepped in fox droppings. She's at my side in a flash. 'And you're talking to it?

They made a vow.' … 'Vows that are made need to be kept,' I say past the tissues. 'And people never remember that. They forget that words have power and so do promises.

I owe you a life debt, Kit Blackhart - Thorn

Congratulations on your success! We are very proud of you. Welcome to the madness. Now, just keep staying alive! - Megan

What are we doing in the morning?' 'Saving Thorn, killing Istvan and banishing these Elder Gods back to their prison where they belong.' Crow's face is thoughtful in the half-light. 'I think I like you,' he says, his tone serious. 'Are you sure you aren't part Sidhe?

KPN and the transformation of Jan Kees de Jager, meatball without salt, without my permission for a better world. As always, your majesty!

Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.

You brought her here? Ballsy.” I rolled my eyes. “Hardly. They gave me no choice.” “They?” asked Jager, chuckling to himself. “I should have known Nikole was behind this.” He smiled, with a hint of pride. “Don’t you start encouraging her now,” I warned. “Brother, that woman doesn’t need any encouragement from me or anyone else.