Rix Quotes

When I was very young and in the cave of Trophonius I forgot to laugh. Then, when I got older, when I opened my eyes and saw the real world, I began to laugh and I haven’t stopped since. I saw that the meaning of life was to get a livelihood, that the goal of life was to be a High Court judge, that the bright joy of love was to marry a well-off girl, that the blessing of friendship was to help each other out of a financial tight spot, that wisdom was what the majority said it was, that passion was to give a speech, that courage was to risk being fined 10 rix-dollars, that cordiality was to say ‘You’re welcome’ after a meal, and that the fear of God was to go to communion once a year. That’s what I saw. And I laughed.

The Stars. Jared slept beneath them, uneasy in the rustling leaves. From the battlements Finn gazed up at them, seeing the impossible distances between galaxies and nebulae, and thinking they were not as wide as the distances between people. In the study Claudia sensed them, in the sparks and crackles on the screen. In the prison, Attia dreamt of them, She sat curled on the hard chair, Rix repacking his hidden pockets obsessively with coins and glass discs and hidden handkerchiefs. A single spark flickered deep in the coin Keiro spun and caught, spun and caught.

At the time when I lost control of my mind, when I had no more fight left in me, and my only hope was to die, you walked into my cell and said, Hello, Simon.” He kissed the back of her hand. “I am Simon.

You over-analyze things. Your mind is this long winding road and I never know where it leads. You come to conclusions that blow my mind. Feeding you information is… counterproductive.

You ought to write a real book, Rix. You know, something that could really happen. That horror shit is junk. Why don’t you write a book you’d be proud to sign your real name to?

Rix stroked the Glove. "There was a garden and a tree grew there with golden apples and if you ate one of them, you knew everything. And then Sapphique climbed over the fense and killed the many-headed monster and picked the apple, because he wanted to know, you see. He wanted to know how to Escape." "Right." She had wriggled back. She was close to his pocked face. "And a snake came out of the grass and it said, 'Oh go on, eat the apple. I dare you.' And he stopped then with it to his mouth because he knew the snake was Incarceron." Keiro groaned. "Let me..." "Put the Glove away, Rix. Or give it to me." His fingers caressed its dark scales. "And because if he ate it he would know how small he was. How much of a nothing he was. He would see himself as a speck in the vastness of the Prison." "So he didn't eat it, right?

Gemma blinked, dazed and off-balance. “I’d rather die happy from your kisses than not know your kisses at all.” He laughed, she felt it in his chest. “No self-preservation, either.

You make me mad. Why won’t you listen? Stay away from me,” he growled and took her mouth in a bruising, hot kiss. His tongue rasped against hers, and the inside of his mouth felt cool and dry. “You have the sense of a chicken. My teeth can shred your tongue, and you kiss me on the mouth.

I had to get their first.

Stop calling me sweetheart.” I said. “That’s what you call your wife.” “No, I call that one woman.

Money," he often said to Livia, "can be a curse as well as a comfort. Better to spend your life making a difference to people's lives, rather than counting coins in a vault.

When women take up a cause you can assume it has been won!’ Italian proverb

Patch is going to pick up a pencil or pull off my socks

It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.’ – William Blake

Last bedroom on the right," Nick said with a smirk. "Might want to knock first." Jeremy rolled his eyes. "Dude, you are so not one to talk right now." Straight-faced, Nick popped Jeremy in the arm with a fist. "Dude," Jeremy said, rubbing his arm. "Maybe you aren't doing it right 'cause sex is supposed to chill your ass out." Easy managed a smile. "I really like your brother, Rix," Easy said, looking at Nick.

He felt the doctor’s breath on his scalp. “The bad news is that according to your MRI, that scar tissue is right here—” she tapped the very back of his skull, “in the region of your clairvoyant channel, possibly obstructing it. Since you’re almost eighteen, my guess is you’re experiencing a boost in clairvoyant activity with your half. Hence the inflammation

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We live in extraordinary times,' he murmured into her hair, 'where morality, duty and human decency are in short supply. I am surrounded at work by immense cruelty and it's because of what I see each day that I feel this is the only sensible course of action. I love you more than life itself, and it's because I love you that I can bear this. Just try... not to love him too much - and come back to me when it's done.

Hurrying into the medical block, he felt a combination of horror and shame. This was not what he had signed up for. He had thought he would be allowed to do some good for mankind. But in fact he was just part of a brutal killing machine

They had buried her mother eight years before in the same graveyard, and had never spoken of it again. It had been his way of coping, she had supposed - to bury his feelings along with the body, and just get on with it. Now, with her father gone, she wondered if his way of grieving had been the right way. Perhaps it was better to let the pain come to the surface and deal with it, head on

Medical research was always a balancing act between potentially harming a few in order to protect the many

What’s done is done. It’s the future that matters.

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My dad thinks you’re a thug, by the way.” “Your dad can go fuck himself.” My jaw fell open. “Um . . . rude.” “You don’t want my opinion, then don’t tell me his opinion.” I

When your spirit should have been crushed, you made yourself into a good person. And that takes the greatest courage of all. That is true character.” The

You used to be mean and self-centered and hateful, and then you lost him, but instead of blaming others and getting on a hate trip, you looked in here”—he thumped his fist against his chest—“and you didn’t like who you were, so you changed it—you went after your own hate, your pettiness, your cruelty—you went after it, you hunted it down, and you stamped it out. I saw you triumph and grow into who you are now—the person who defends the weak, who stands up to bullying, who holds her chin up in darkness. I saw you become that person, by choice.” He

I am Deviant, but I too have a birthright. Life entitled to life, life superior to yours.

Being brave means that you're the only one who knows how scared you really are.

You can strip a man bare; take everything from him except for one thing. And that's the ability to choose who he's going to be.

We're all here. We all came from different places and for different reasons, but we all have to choose how we're going to deal with this same set of circumstances. Some choose evil. Some choose indifference to evil. Some choose good, to do the best they can. And some choose to be even better than their best.

...you are brave and smart and kind and loyal and you give more than your best, and that makes you better. That's what people see, that's who they want to talk to.

Then I guess it’s my lucky night.” Rhett was persistent; I could give him that. And he was a nice guy. But all I could think about while I was sitting there was the promise I’d made to Rix, and the plan to let him down easily the girl posse had helped me concoct. The words formed on my tongue dozens of times, but I hadn’t been able to find the right moment to get them out. My conversational skills were decidedly subpar as the server brought food, which also coincided with Rhett’s phone receiving a barrage of text messages. Pulling it from his pocket, he frowned. “Something wrong?” I asked. He didn’t reply until after

into a basement, shouting ‘Take cover,’ just as the American

Most easily recognisable is the word raj (king) which is cognate with the Irish rí and this word is demonstrated also in the Continental Celtic rix and the Latin rex. Most Indo-European languages, at one time, used this concept. However, the Germanic group developed another word, i.e. cyning, koenig and king.

I'm not prejudiced,' replied Elisabetta. 'I discriminate... there's a difference, you know

Exhausted suddenly, she sat down heavily at her dressing table and studied her face in the mirror. She felt angry, but also impotent, trapped in a marriage with a man she no longer recognised. A man who had concealed from her the hideous work he was involved in - a man who had become a monster

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By standing back and doing nothing, I allowed that evil policy to take root. While Hitler and the others were the perpetrators, I, we, the German people, allowed it to happen. For that, I can never forgive myself.

A dirty mind is a clean heart.

Ill at ease, she asked slowly, “Would you kill me if you had to?” “You?” He seemed genuinely surprised. “I kill for you.

Peu à peu on a quarante, cinquante, soixante ans et à chaque décennie on se sent plus complet. Il faut continuer à marcher bien qu’il n’y ait aucun lieu où arriver. L’univers tourne constamment, sans relâche, ainsi que la terre et la lune, mais ce n’est rien d’autre qu’un secret enraciné en nous, êtres humains, qui fait tout bouger. Le sachant, nous les derviches, nous danserons, à travers notre vie d’amour et de cœur brisé, même si l’on ne comprend pas ce que nous faisons. Nous danserons de la même manière au milieu d’une rixe ou d’une guerre majeure. Nous danserons dans la douleur et le deuil, avec joie et exaltation, seuls ou ensemble, aussi lents et rapides que le cours de l’eau. Nous danserons dans notre sang. Il y a une harmonie parfaite et un équilibre subtil dans tout ce qui est et fut dans l’univers. Les points changent constamment, l’un remplaçant l’autre, mais le cercle reste intact.

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He laughed ironically as he pulled up outside her house. He turned to look at her. 'I don't think you understand how the real world works, Isabella.' He gazed at her and touched her cheek. 'You have lived in the world of make-believe for so long, you can't see the truth in front of your eyes.

Livia felt bereft as she waved goodbye to Elena and her father the following morning. It was unbearable to have been left up in the hill with her mother, out of harm's way, while down on the plain in Florence, the Resistance was forging ahead. She would never be content with an ordinary life, she realised. The business of running a home, loving a husband, raising a child, would never be enough for her. She yearned for danger, for challenges and excitement, and she was determined to get back to her real existence as soon as possible.

Back on the train, travelling along the coast towards Nice, Isabella realised that Mimi had been right, She had spent ten years feeling she was entitled to the rewards of her hard work, that the money and position were what she deserved. Her relationships - such as they were - with the Fascist authorities were a necessary evil. But she had been lulled into a sense of false security; she had stopped seeing the world through other people's eyes and as a result had failed to understand the extent of their suffering. For the first time in her life she felt guilty about her privileged position.

Livia felt her pulse quicken. She began to turn the pages of the paper, searching for a longer obituary. As she read about Isabella's life - of her wartime experiences, of the scandals, the trial - she thought back to those days during the war, when trust in Italy was in short supply, betrayal was everywhere and the world went mad.

Joy’s first words to Imogen had sealed their relationship forever.

If I’m pregnant then I shall have a child. And yes, it’s true – I don’t know who the father is. If it’s the child of one, then I will be happy. If it’s the child of the other, I don’t know what I will do… but either way, it’s not the child’s fault, is it?’ ‘Oh

If in doubt, do it anyway.

If you get incapacitated up there, alien, our mission will go caput.” “Precisely. What if I get rampant diarrhea? You’ll have to take the wheel.” “Rix can have diarrhea?” “Anyone can have diarrhea. It’s a universal affliction.

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None of it seemed right nor safe to Gemma, and stashing contraband inside anus or vagina wouldn't work well for yogurt anyway. Not that she considered it, but still. Imagine tucking it in. Or taking it out.

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mark my words – no country’s problems, economic or otherwise, can be solved by young men marching around the streets, bullying people.

Imogen, is that you?’ ‘Yes, Mr Latimer…’ ‘Could you come in here please?’ Imogen hung her school coat and satchel over the banisters, and went into the kitchen at the back of the house. ‘Could you give me a bit of help? I really don’t know what to do – I’ve never cooked spam before, but there doesn’t seem to be much else.’ He opened the kitchen cupboard, revealing bare shelves. Imogen looked a little dubiously at the small oblong tin sitting on the Formica worktop.

marriage should never be undertaken in a mad panic.

a gardener who came twice a week to mow the lawn and ‘do the heavy work’. Imogen wasn’t sure what ‘the heavy work’ meant, but it was obviously useful.

As she opened the door to the dark hall she inhaled the comfortingly familiar scent of floor polish and beeswax, overlaid with the sour smell of overcooking vegetables and just a hint of dog.