Riki Quotes

Maybe you do something slightly bad, so what? Now you learn from it. You have a better judgment now. Better morals, because you learn from your personal mistake. This what life is about, Riki. No one is perfect, making right decisions all the time. Only those who are so privileged can make right decision all the time. The rest of us, we have to struggle, keep afloat. Sometimes we do things we are not proud of. But now you know where your lines are. You are good boy, Riki. You have good heart. That is all that matters.

Rovon said very seriously, looking into her eyes, "You never have to take a life, Riki. You always have a choice." Archer folded his napkin. Almost picked a fight with his uncle. Almost walked out. A choice? Sometimes the choice was kill or die.

I reached into my vest for the idol of my mother and my fingers hit something else. I fished it from where it was tucked against my heart and I held it out before me. A smile pulled wide at my lips, threatening tears. It was a taufr, the talismans the Riki used to protect the ones they loved. Fiske must have slipped it into my vest with the idol. The stone was smooth and black, the words etched into its surface. Ala sál. Soul bearer.

You can't change your blood Eelyn! You can't just erase all the Aska the Riki have killed!" Her voice was raw and I knew she was thinking about her sister

We do things we have to do.” Fiske broke the thin silence between us. “If he hadn’t jumped in, you would have died.” He paused. “If I hadn’t taken you that night in Aurvanger, that Riki would have killed you.” I stood to face him. “I know.” “If I hadn’t put the arrow into your shoulder, someone else would have put one in your heart. If I hadn’t taken you as a dýr, you’d be in one of those other burned villages on the mountain.” “I know,” I said again. “I would do it again,” he said. “All of it.

After three hours, I come back to the waiting room. It is a cosmetic surgery office, so a little like a hotel lobby, underheated and expensively decorated, with candy in little dishes, emerald-green plush chairs, and upscale fashion magazines artfully displayed against the wall. A young woman comes in, frantic to get a pimple "zapped" before she sees her family over the holidays. An older woman comes in with her daughter for a follow-up visit to a face-lift. She is wearing a scarf and dark glasses. The nurse examines her bruises right out in the waiting room. And you are in the operating room having your body and your gender legally altered. I feel like laughing, but I know it makes me sound like a lunatic.

You think this is the end?" He looked at his hands. "The end of what?" "The end of everything. The Riki. The Aska." The words hung in the air over us, burning in the fire. "Is that what you thing?" "No. I think you'll convince them." The stillness of the night turned to something fragile, threatening to break. Because I wasn't sure. "How do you know?" He smiled at the corner of his mouth. "Because you have fire in your blood.

Do you trust me, Fiske?” “I’m here, aren’t I?” The memory of his lips on mine came flooding back. His hands finding me in the dark, pulling me across the stone. I fisted my hands, resisting the urge to touch him. “And if the Aska do join the Riki and together we defeat the Herja? What then?” He reached into the fire with his axe, knocking a log closer to the flames. “Then things change.” “What things?” He leaned back against the tree, his eyes running over my face, and his voice softened. “Everything.

The sun finished sinking as I walked with Iri back to the river. We found the shallows and when I stopped, he turned to wait for me. “I’m staying here tonight.” The Riki camp across the water in the distance was beginning to glow with night fire. We stood shoulder to shoulder, looking out at it. “I’ll tell Fiske.” His deep voice was delicate. Careful. I tried to read the look on his face, but he was doing the same to me. “I don’t know what to do.” I’d already made a choice, but I didn’t know if it was one my clan could live with.

My fingers ran over the skin on my neck, freed from the weight and the cold of the collar. “Why did you do that?” “If you’re going home, it won’t be as a dýr.” He uncrossed his arms, going back to the horse. The blacksmith went back to his work and the pounding of iron on the forge rang out around us. “You don’t owe me anything.” I could hear the Riki down the path starting to move. “You saved my life. More than once. We’re even.” He glanced down at the ground and I waited for the words building behind his lips. “We’ll never be even.

If I hadn’t taken you that night in Aurvanger, that Riki would have killed you.” I stood to face him. “I know.” “If I hadn’t put the arrow into your shoulder, someone else would have put one in your heart. If I hadn’t taken you as a dýr, you’d be in one of those other burned villages on the mountain.” “I know,” I said again. “I would do it again,” he said. “All of it.” But still, those things singed. Another moment and Fiske’s sword would have been the end of me. And that night, I would have killed him without thinking twice. Now, the thought made me feel like I was trapped under the ice beneath us, sinking into the dark. I looked at him. “Why did you come with me?” He let go of the strap on his chest and shifted on his feet. “Why are you here?” And when his eyes finally met mine, they were open. They let me in.

They’re leaving at first light to go back to Virki.” Fiske spoke behind me. I walked toward the tree and pried the blade free, pressing against its edge with my thumb. “And then what?” “And then they return with the Aska. We’ll meet them in Aurvanger in two days.” I pressed my thumb harder to the metal. “And then we all die?” “Maybe.” He kept his distance from me. “Will you go with them? Back to Virki?” I looked at the house, where my father was still talking with the Riki. How did we get here? How could we ever go back? I wanted to push my face into the snow. I wanted to scream. He stepped toward me, taking my cut hand into his. He turned it over before wrapping a strip of cloth around it, knotting it on my palm. I breathed through the feeling flowing through me, like candle wax melting. “Don’t.” The word hit me in the chest as he said it. I bit down on my lip until my eyes watered. To keep myself from speaking. I was afraid of what I would say if I did. “Stay with me and come with us to the valley. We’ll meet the Aska there.

You think this is the end?” He looked at his hands. “The end of what?” “The end of everything. The Riki. The Aska.” The words hung in the air over us, burning in the fire. “Is that what you think?” “No. I think you’ll convince them.” The stillness of the night turned to something fragile, threatening to break. Because I wasn’t sure. “How do you know?” He smiled at the corner of his mouth. “Because you have fire in your blood.” It was what Inge said about me the night I watched them from the loft and he told Halvard I was dangerous. “Do you trust me, Fiske?” “I’m here, aren’t I?” The memory of his lips on mine came flooding back. His hands finding me in the dark, pulling me across the stone. I fisted my hands, resisting the urge to touch him. “And if the Aska do join the Riki and together we defeat the Herja? What then?” He reached into the fire with his axe, knocking a log closer to the flames. “Then things change.” “What things?” He leaned back against the tree, his eyes running over my face, and his voice softened. “Everything.

When we were little, I almost drowned in the fjord. I fell through the ice.” I looked at myself in the reflection. “Iri and I were trying to see how far out we could make it and when I heard the crack, I looked up and saw his face just before it gave way beneath me.” He took a step toward me. “It was so dark. I could hardly see. And then his hands had me, yanking me up and throwing me back onto the ice.” I remembered the way it looked. The water was a darker blue than I’d ever seen. “I don’t know how he didn’t fall in. I was so angry with him for coming to the edge like that.” My words trailed off. Once, he’d loved me enough to jump into the frozen water for me. But then he left. “We do things we have to do.” Fiske broke the thin silence between us. “If he hadn’t jumped in, you would have died.” He paused. “If I hadn’t taken you that night in Aurvanger, that Riki would have killed you.” I stood to face him. “I know.” “If I hadn’t put the arrow into your shoulder, someone else would have put one in your heart. If I hadn’t taken you as a dýr, you’d be in one of those other burned villages on the mountain.” “I know,” I said again. “I would do it again,” he said. “All of it.

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We’ve been taught our whole lives that we’re different from each other.” His eyes met mine. “But we’re the same. I think that scared me.” I sunk back into the shadow, away from the firelight. I didn’t want him to see anything my face betrayed. Because I knew what he was saying. It was the thing that folded around my heart when I looked at Halvard. It was the thought pushing into my mind, watching the Riki raise the walls of Kerling’s barn. The sound of their voices, singing. “If you believe that, then why were you fighting in Aurvanger?” He ran a hand through his hair. “Because whether or not we are the same, we are enemies. My people die in the fighting season. At the hands of the Aska.” I wished I hadn’t asked. Because thinking we were the same made too many things possible. It made paths fork where they didn’t before. It was terrifying. “Are we still enemies? You and I?” “No,” he answered, simply. I looked up and Fiske was still watching me. His gaze trailed over my hair, back down to my face, making me tremble. I dropped my eyes back to the fire, my face burning.

I’ll take watch.” “Sleep, I’ll do it.” I stood. “So he can cut my throat?” She huffed, pulling the idols of her sister and her father from inside her vest. “You’re a fool if you think I’m going to sleep this close to a Riki.

I’ll take watch.” “Sleep, I’ll do it.” I stood. “So he can cut my throat?” She huffed, pulling the idols of her sister and her father from inside her vest. “You’re a fool if you think I’m going to sleep this close to a Riki.” She turned and stalked off into the dark, leaving us. Fiske worked at the fire as if he hadn’t heard her, his face lit up. “She doesn’t trust you.” I handed him another piece of wood. “None of them will.” Behind us, in the darkness, I could hear the faint sound of Mýra’s prayers. He sat against the tree, taking the axe from his back so he could lean into it. “Do you trust me?” His face was hard. Unreadable, like always. “Yes.” His eyes lifted to meet mine and they looked into me. The way they had in Hylli.

Do you trust me?” His face was hard. Unreadable, like always. “Yes.” His eyes lifted to meet mine and they looked into me. The way they had in Hylli. “But I don’t know if the Aska will listen to us.” “You think this is the end?” He looked at his hands. “The end of what?” “The end of everything. The Riki. The Aska.” The words hung in the air over us, burning in the fire. “Is that what you think?” “No. I think you’ll convince them.” The stillness of the night turned to something fragile, threatening to break. Because I wasn’t sure. “How do you know?” He smiled at the corner of his mouth. “Because you have fire in your blood.

You think this is the end?” He looked at his hands. “The end of what?” “The end of everything. The Riki. The Aska.” The words hung in the air over us, burning in the fire. “Is that what you think?” “No. I think you’ll convince them.” The stillness of the night turned to something fragile, threatening to break. Because I wasn’t sure. “How do you know?” He smiled at the corner of his mouth. “Because you have fire in your blood.” It was what Inge said about me the night I watched them from the loft and he told Halvard I was dangerous. “Do you trust me, Fiske?” “I’m here, aren’t I?

Will you go with them? Back to Virki?” I looked at the house, where my father was still talking with the Riki. How did we get here? How could we ever go back? I wanted to push my face into the snow. I wanted to scream. He stepped toward me, taking my cut hand into his. He turned it over before wrapping a strip of cloth around it, knotting it on my palm. I breathed through the feeling flowing through me, like candle wax melting. “Don’t.” The word hit me in the chest as he said it. I bit down on my lip until my eyes watered. To keep myself from speaking. I was afraid of what I would say if I did. “Stay with me and come with us to the valley. We’ll meet the Aska there.” I closed my eyes as a tear rolled down my flushed face. Trying to escape. Trying to leave this moment and pretend like I hadn’t chosen a path to get here. It wasn’t a command. It was a request. One that I didn’t think I could deny. He’d left his family and come with me down the mountain as his people reeled in the aftermath of a raid. He’d taken me home. Helped me find my father. Now it was my turn to make a choice. To choose him the way he’d chosen me.

The sun finished sinking as I walked with Iri back to the river. We found the shallows and when I stopped, he turned to wait for me. “I’m staying here tonight.” The Riki camp across the water in the distance was beginning to glow with night fire. We stood shoulder to shoulder, looking out at it. “I’ll tell Fiske.” His deep voice was delicate. Careful. I tried to read the look on his face, but he was doing the same to me. “I don’t know what to do.” I’d already made a choice, but I didn’t know if it was one my clan could live with. “Yes, you do.” He looked at me again. “I can’t leave the Aska,” I whispered. “Not now.” “Maybe you won’t have to.” But Fiske living among the Aska the way Iri lived among the Riki was something I’d never ask of him. I stood, watching Iri cross the river as night fell. When I scanned the water’s edge, I spotted Fiske. A silhouetted outline standing on the bank of the river. He looked out over the water toward our camp and I wondered if he could see me in the darkness. If he could feel me watching him. “Eelyn.” My father’s voice found me and I took one last look over my shoulder to where Fiske stood before I went to him.

People don't die, they continue to live. As long as you remember who they are when they're still living. See? Now that you've think about it, you thought about those who passed away and see them moving in your memories. That's right. They're still alive as long as you live. They only die when you can't remember them, and when the time comes you're dead too. Memories are the the real people.

It's ugly people who builds most the bridges to success for beautiful ones.

Each second is Reality. The only thing is, it's for you to remember.

Never forget to remember the things you suddenly remember because they are parts of your remembrance to someone or something that remembers you.

Every girl's beauty, whether it's inside or outside is a masterpiece.

We can try to catch moments with people we care about.” She thought of Cash and Tess, JJ, Riki. And Will. “Because in the end, the moments are all we have.

The person who says i can and the one who says I can’t are same

Just because Iason removed your pet ring doesn’t mean he’s through with you. He would never be so charitable.

The same way Riki couldn’t put the humiliation behind him, Iason, more willingly, hadn’t been able to let go.

You are my pet. Know this to the marrow of your bones.

Si yo no te hubiera derribado esa noche en Aurvanger, ese Riki te hubiera matado." "Lo sé." "Si yo no te hubiera clavado la flecha en el hombro, otro te habría clavado una flecha en el corazón. Si no te hubiera elegido como dýr, podrías estar en cualquiera de esas aldeas que han ardido en la montaña." "Lo sé." -repetí. "Volvería a hacerlo." -dijo- "Todo.

Under the wan glow of the streetlights behind the curtain of falling rain, Riki became part of the nightscape itself, a distinct presence that would not be buried beneath the smoky darkness.

If Kirie couldn’t have Riki, then he would foster a hatred so deep the scar would remain forever on Riki’s heart. And by doing so, Kirie would ensure that he’d never be forgotten. Guy never would have believed that Kirie could make his intentions so clear.

Kirie shoved his head into the heap of Riki’s garments and slowly closed his eyes with Riki’s scent all around him.

But Riki isn’t a decent person, is he? No, because his first thought is: Bastard deserved it. I’m glad he died here.

Oh, shut up, Gladys, and visit my teahouse when you get out.” And with that, Vera strides out of the ward, with Emma, Julia, Sana, Oliver, Riki, and Tilly scurrying after her.

But you don’t need all that theory to get there. You just need to realize that people shouldn’t be pushed from birth into these two funny little boxes called boy and girl, or punished when they don’t fit neatly into them.

Jika cinta adalah sebuah perjalanan (journey), maka sebuah perjalanan (trip) akan menguji cinta seseorang kepada pasangannya.

Kalau nggak sekarang, ya, kapan lagi? Perjalanan ini juga demi kepuasan hidup.

Suami istri yang suka traveling bareng lebih bahagia dalam rumah tangga. (Hasil penelitian Edge Research dari Amerika - mengutip dari blog-nya Traveloka)

Of course, it’s not the destination, but the journey and quality time.

Kita perlu mencari inspirasi dan menjaga keseimbangan hidup, salah satunya adalah melalui traveling bersama pasangan, sesering mungkin.

Riki set off fully aware of the past, but with his eyes set firmly on the future. When he’d left Guy he’d made a vow. ‘Only a loser stops to look back.

A Thousand Thanks By A.J. Jacobs and Riki Markowitz

Maybe you do something slightly bad, so what? Now you learn from it. You have a better judgment now. Better morals, because you learn from your personal mistake. This what life is about, Riki. No one is perfect, making right decisions all the time. Only those who are privileged can make right decisions all the time. The rest of us, we have to struggle, keep afloat. Sometimes we do things we are not proud of. But now you know where your lines are.

Je bent een Riki of een Aska, Iri. Je kunt niet allebei zijn...' Hij was even stil. 'Je ziet de waarheid. Ik zie het je elke dag denken.' 'Welke waarheid?' 'Dat ze net zo zijn als wij... Wat denk je?' ... 'Dat ik wou dat je die dag gestorven was.