Vix Quotes

...And of course, your dad was always talking about you, so between him and Jenna, I feel like I already know you.” Man, first Cal, then Lara and the other Council members, now Vix. Did Dad have a blog about me or something? “My Daughter Sophie and Why You Should All Follow Her and/or Marry Her.

Jenna and Archer shared a look. “-Why would we need to ‘stay in touch’?” Jenna asked. “-Well, because…Look, I can’t ask you guys to stay at Hex Hall for a whole other year. Jenna, you have Vix, and Archer, you have…Actually, what DO you have?” “-You,” he said firmly. “And a whole bunch of holy knights who want to kill me.

Jenna and Vix laughed at that and, after making me promise to hang out with them tomorrow, practically waltzed out the door. I felt like there should have been rainbows and rose petals in their wake or something. Ugh. That was catty.

Amare et sapere vix deo conceditur. Amantes sunt amentes. Even a god finds it hard to love and be wise at the same time. Lovers and lunatics Ακόμα και ένας θεός βρίσκει δύσκολο να συμβαδίζει ο έρωτας με την λογική. Εραστές και τρελοί.

Empresses," Vix said in disgust. "They're always trouble, the tricky bitches. Emperors might forgive you if you cross them, but never empresses.

As a kid, Vix had had some warped idea that grownup meant having a job and living on your own. It meant no one could tell you what to eat, or what to wear, or how to behave. It meant that it was okay to have sex with guys. What a joke!

Vix watched you like a lion watches a lioness.” “And how does a lion watch a lioness?” Sabina didn’t even try to pretend nonchalance this time. “He doesn’t need to tend her, because she hunts her own prey. He doesn’t need to shield her, because she kills her own enemies. He doesn’t need to look for her, because she’s always at his side.

Even when she was just a flutter inside me, I loved her. Because she is ours.

You get in trouble no matter what you do,” Vix said sagely, “so you might as well do everything you can.

Oh, Hell's gates!" Annia cried, borrowing Vix's favorite curse.

The costume is great," I said to Lysander, "but a crown? Really?" He glared at me, his black wings beating. I'd only been in his shop for thirty minutes, but I was pretty sure the guy already hated me. "It was my understanding that you were to go dressed as the goddess of witchcraft, and Hecate wears a crown." "It's not really a crown, Soph," Jenna offered from her spot on a nearby white satin settee. "It's more like a tiara." She had her chin in her hand, and there was practically a little black rain cloud over her head. We had taken Vix to the airport, so Jenna was Sulky McSulkerton.

I felt like there should have been rainbows and rose petals in their wake or something. Ugh.That was catty. Jenna deserved rainbows and rose petals, I reminded myself as I flopped back on my bed, Dad's book bumping painfully against my sternum. After everything she'd been through, Jenna had earned an eternity of nothing but good stuff. So why did seeing her with Vix make me want to brain myself with Demonologies: A History? I looked at the nightstand again and sighed. Then I opened the heavy book and tried to make myself read. For the next few hours I made a valiant attempt to get through Chapter One. For a book that was supposedly about fallen angels running around and creating havoc with their super-awesome dark "magycks," it was awfully boring, and all the weird spellings definitely didn't help.

Jenna, you have Vix, and Archer, you have…Actually, what do you have?” “You,” he said firmly. “And a whole bunch of holy knights who want to kill me.” “Vix can visit,” Jenna said. “And the school will be a good place now, so it’s not like one more year will be torture. Although,” she said, frowning, “I will admit the place is pretty awful to look at. I don’t know how we’re going to fix that.” Facing the pond, staring at that green, green grass, I gave a shuddery laugh. “I don’t think we have to worry about the island,” I said, wiping stray tears with the back of my hand. “It’s being healed.” “Well, there you have it, then,” Archer said. “Vix can come for a visit, the island will eventually be a heck of a lot less depressing, and I’m not leaving you ever again.” “Yeah, and we still have to deal with The Eye being…Eyeish, and me learning to be Head of the Council, which will probably involve lots of boring books and-“ Archer pressed his mouth to mine, effectively shutting me up and kissing the hell out of me. When he pulled back, he was grinning. “And you have an arrogant, screwed-up former demon hunter who is stupidly in love with you.” “And an angsty vampire who will walk into hell with you. Actually, who has walked into hell with you,” Jenna added, coming around to my other side. “And parents who love you, and who are probably making out back at the car,” Archer said, and I laughed. “So, really,” Jenna said, and looped her arm through mine, “what more do you need?” I looked back and forth between them, these two people I loved so much. The breeze ruffled the tall grass around the pond, and I thought I could hear Elodie’s laugh. “Nothing,” I told them, squeezing both their hands. “Nothing.

Caitlin was fascinated by Vix’s pubic hairs. “Lay down,” she said, “and I’ll count them for you.

Oh, Hell’s gates!” Annia cried, borrowing Vix’s favorite curse.

want to be in love as much as any girl, Vix. I just don’t want to be obligated by it.

I love you, Vix,” she said frankly. “But whatever made you think I want to follow your stars, and not my own?

Why couldn’t Caitlin confide in Vix? Because she knew Vix would judge her. Because she knew Vix would refuse to understand. Because it was easier simply to pretend everything was all right.

For the rest of her life, every lovers’ quarrel would remind Vix of this night, this night when anger crackled in the air. She vowed then and there no guy would ever make her feel that bad.

Nisu uvijek najljepše djevojke one koje nas uspiju zadržati, već žene poput gospođe Kalpurnije, poput moje majke. Kada se jednom neka od tih toplih, tihih žena zaljubi u tebe, čuvaj se! Onda si gotov!

Dies, inquit, nihil est. Dum versas te, nox fit. Itaque nihil est melius quam de cubiculo recta in triclinium ire. Et mundum frigus habuimus. Vix me balneus calfecit. Tamen calda potio vestiarius est. Staminatas duxi, et plane matus sum. Vinus mihi in cerebrum abiit.

Annia of the red braid and the ferocious scowl and the long, long limbs. Annia Galeria Faustina... "Mine," I whispered, "Mine

This grandmother person looked Vix, Lewis, and Lanie up and down without moving her head. Then she said, “Well, Tawny, I can see you’ve been busy.” And that was it. Tawny didn’t cry when Darlene died the next day.

Therefore, stick to stocks with an IV between 30 and 50% and until you have a great deal of experience with the wheel, avoid entering trades when the VIX is above 30.

Global inequality is at its highest levels in twenty years. While it is true that in recent decades the world has made dramatic progress in cutting global deaths of children and improving their opportunities, nonetheless, in 32 developed countries, the rich increased their share of national income since the 1990s while in a fifth of the countries, the incomes of the poorest fell over the same period (Espey et al. 2012:vi–x). This has led Save the Children’s chief executive, Justin Forsyth, to conclude: “Unless inequality is addressed . . . any future development framework will simply not succeed in maintaining or accelerating progress. What’s more, it will hold individual countries—and the world—back from experiencing real growth and prosperity.

Jerome’s dictum was final: “A man who is a merchant can seldom if ever please God” (Homo mercator vix aut numquam potest Deo placere).

Diu æstuanti commodum succurrebat, quod olim ab erudito apud nostrates viro audiveram, T e u t o n i c o s h o m i n e s i n s a t i a b i l e s c r i b e n d i c a c oe t h es t e n e r e : verum paucissimis datum aliquid producere , quod inventionis acumine , aut genii lepore politi applausum seculi possit provocare. Ne tamen perituræ parcatur chartæ, pleramque turbam petitas passim particulas in unam compingere massam , vix uspiam adspersa judicii mica. Nec plagii apud ipsos habere crimen , aliorum opera paucis interpolata locis pro novis venditare. Aliquos denique sibi locum inter autores deberi credere, quod diffusius aliquod scriptum in compendium, aut, si Diis placet , in tabellas, memoriæ , an stupiditati juvandæ ? redegerint.

Seth Hoffman has been the manager of the Dorchester branch of Vixed since before I started working here.

Publilius Syrus say: amare et sapere vix deo conced-itur? Even a god finds it hard to love and be wise at the same time.

Let’s say your life depended on it. You have to choose or you’ll die.” “Which one would you choose?” Caitlin said. “I asked you first.” “Okay,” Caitlin said. “I guess I’d take Von.” Good, Vix thought. Because she had already chosen Bru for herself.

She covered the bread dough with plastic wrap and put it in the sun, she pulled out her blender and added the ingredients for the pots de crème: eggs, sugar, half a cup of her morning coffee, heavy cream, and eight ounces of melted Schraffenberger chocolate. What could be easier? The food editor of the Calgary paper had sent Marguerite the chocolate in February as a gift, a thank-you- Marguerite had written this very recipe into her column for Valentine's Day and reader response had been enthusiastic. (In the recipe, Marguerite had suggested the reader use "the richest, most decadent block of chocolate available in a fifty-mile radius. Do not- and I repeat- do not use Nestlé or Hershey's!") Marguerite hit the blender's puree button and savored the noise of work. She poured the liquid chocolate into ramekins and placed them in the fridge. Porter had been wrong about the restaurant, wrong about what people would want or wouldn't want. What people wanted was for a trained chef, a real authority, to show them how to eat. Marguerite built her clientele course by course, meal by meal: the freshest, ripest seasonal ingredients, a delicate balance of rich and creamy, bold and spicy, crunchy, salty, succulent. Everything from scratch. The occasional exception was made: Marguerite's attorney, Damian Vix, was allergic to shellfish, one of the selectmen could not abide tomatoes or the spines of romaine lettuce. Vegetarian? Pregnancy cravings? Marguerite catered to many more whims than she liked to admit, and after the first few summers the customers trusted her. They stopped asking for their steaks well-done or mayonnaise on the side. They ate what she served: frog legs, rabbit and white bean stew under flaky pastry, quinoa.

Vix gave her a look that said everything he’d ever loved about her, and she looked back at him, her eyes full.