Yeva Quotes

She wept because she did not know what she wanted, and because she wanted everything.

Then, I heard the pounding again—and worse, my whole bed shook violently. Someone was kicking it. Opening my eyes again, I turned and found myself staring into Yeva's shrewd dark eyes. If Sydney had met many dhampirs like Yeva, I could understand why she thought our race were minions of hell.

And now I say to you, Yeva Luchcova: will you remain here with the father who tried to sell you, or the prince who hoped to buy you, or the man too weak to solve his riddles for himself? Or will you come with me and be the bride to nothing but the shore?

She moves like beauty, she whispers to us of wind and forest—and she tells us stories, such stories that we wake in the night, dreaming dreams of a life long past. she reminds us of what we used to be. She reminds us of what we could be.

A different word usually came to my mind when I thought of Yeva, though it did sound a lot like “witch.

Papa, Yeva said to the duke, desperate to stand beneath an open sky again. Why must I be the one to hide?

When she left for a third time and returned with a giant box, I started to get irate. "What is this?" I demanded, taking it from her. It felt like it had bricks in it. "Grandmother needs you to carry some things," Paul told me. "Yes," I said through gritted teeth. "I sort of figured that out fifty pounds ago.

Fire cannot hurt us. And yet, when we light her a lantern, there is a moment as we watch the wick flare in the darkness-a moment in which I want to touch the flame. Just to see if I can still be burned.

She can sense things . . . Things the rest of us can't.She only knew there was a strange feel to you, and she'd only ever felt that around one other person. So she brought you to me." "Seems like she could have done that without me having to carry a household's worth of stuff." This made him laugh. "Don't take it personally. She was testing you. She wanted to see if you're a worthy match for her grandson." "What's the point? He's dead now." I nearly choked on the words. "True, but for her, it's still important. And, by the way, she does think you're worthy." "She has a funny way of showing it." [..] Paul stuck his head out the back door. "Grandmother wants to leave now," he told me. "She wants to know why you're taking so long and said to ask why you'd make someone as old as her keep waiting and suffering with her back." I recalled how fast Yeva had been walking while I struggled to keep up with my load. Her back hadn't seemed all that bad to me. "Okay. I'll be right there." When he was gone, I shook my head. "It's hard being worthy.

We thought too much. Because while hatred is a fire only man feels, he does not hate the beast that comes in the night. Mankind fears it, fights it, drives it off, but he does not hate it. No one hates the bear, he wolf. They don't hate the wind or the snow. They don't hate the death. They hate each other.

None of this was what held Yeva's gaze. Because in the bottom of the valley, straddling the river nestled in the foothills, was a castle.

Speaking of wishes, who wished for a man who would love her for her skill?

She’s going to rescue him.” Lena stared from Asenka to Yeva, spluttering. “R-rescue? Yeva! You’re no knight from an old story, and he’s certainly no maiden in distress.” “No,

The song wanted. It wanted in the way Yeva had always wanted, wanted not so much a thing as everything, something beyond naming, something more than, different, deeper. It was the want that kept her from saying yes to Solmir, though he offered her everything she could have named aloud; it was the want that brought her to the woods each day, the want that filled her dreams of some other life, something beyond what others desired; it was the want that screamed to the sky that she’d give everything, all of herself and all she’d ever be, to live one moment of that other life, the one she could not explain, not even to herself.

How do you know this story?" Yeva's breath caught. "Because it's my story too," she whispered. "Because I thought I wouldn't be happy until I left town to live in the wood, and then I thought I wouldn't be happy until I could hunt every day, and then I thought I wouldn't be happy until I avenged my father's death. Because I spent a year in an old castle with the young prince and the gray wolf and I thought I couldn't be happy until I killed them both, and when I did, I wept harder than I ever have in my life. Because I thought I couldn't be happy until I went home, and then I thought I couldn't be happy until I came back." "Because I thought the reason I'd always felt so restless was because I was meant for magic," Yeva said softly. "That if I could fix the story, that if I rescued the young prince and the gray wolf and I found the Firebird and I held in my hands everything I'd ever wanted, I would live happily ever after.

I feel it clearly, with a sense of pain and dread. The world has changed to me; it has all new colours. The bright sun, fresh air — it all seems so beautiful. I know now that we should rejoice in it all.

But what about Albe?" Yeva's lips twitched - the first hint of a smile she'd felt since Pelei had returned. "Yes," she agreed. "You will need to look after Albe too.

If Sydney had met many dhampirs like Yeva, I could understand why she thought our race were minions of hell.

No. Yeva hasn’t been very forthcoming this morning.

A state that enjoys monetary sovereignty is not financially constrained as it ‘finances’ its spending by issuing its own currency, which is ‘definitive’.

Arbitrary limits on deficits and debt hinder a nation’s development. Austerity for the sake of balanced budgets or for the sake of preserving fiscal space for the future is counterproductive.

The MMT claim that sovereign government is not financially constrained is often distorted into a claim that governments do or can ‘spend without limit’, which is not the case. There are self-imposed procedural constraints, explained in the following few paragraphs, and governments also face real resource constraints, an important point that MMT economists have continuously emphasized

...misunderstanding how sovereign currency works prevents many nations from living up to their resource capacity by adopting an unnecessarily restrictive fiscal stance while they leave domestic resources unemployed.

While MMT holds that sovereign governments are not financially constrained, whether developed or developing, this does not mean that they should not constrain spending. Whether or not they need to do so and to what extent depends on their internal and external resource space

Yeva decided to explore. A part of her shrank from the idea, uncertain what horrors she might uncover in a castle prowled by a cursed Beast. But the rest of her thrilled to the thought. curiosity settling in and overwhelming her fear.

In his youth, Yeva's father had been widely considered the best hunter in the land. Though there were many hunters who took advantage of the rich wilderness in the black wood, he was the only one who ventured into its heart.

Vila the White, Built a City up height, Not in the Heavens, not on the ground, But on the edge of a Cloud, Vila the White, Put defenses the bright: Gold defends the heights, Sun defends the gate, Moon defends the City when it's late, Vila the White, Stood with Sun at sight, Watching what comes from the bay, And saw Lightning and Thunder play, Vila the White, Wed her son on Moon at night, And gave her daughter to Gold, as bride, They have couple brothers, she's their brother's wife.

Sleep my baby, rock-a-bye, On the edge you must not lie. Wolf the Fluffy roams astray, Will he grab you, drag away? Into Furthest Darkest Woods, Hide you under Willow roots? There birdies chirp and squeak, Will they let you fall asleep?

Because I love her," Yeva snapped back. "She's mine. She came here searching for me. She's my responsibility. Do you not understand loyalty? Love? Do you have no concept of anything other than the hunt?

Don’t you see?” the Beast went on, pulling her close so that she could breathe his scent, feel his hair brush her skin as he pressed his forehead to hers. “You are what I want most in all this world, and you came back to me. Yeva . . . you are the Firebird.

Ցանկացած իշխանության հիմքում ընկած է մարդուն հասկանալն ու նրան կառավարելը։ Թե՛ եկեղեցին, և թե՛ թագավորը իրականում կառավարում են ոչ թե մարդկանց, այլ մարդկային վախերն ու ցանկությունները։ Իսկ մարդուն կառավարելու ամենահեշտ ու դիպուկ միջոցը նրա վախը կառավարելն է։

How do you know this story?" Yeva's breath caught. "Because it's my story too," she whispered. "Because I thought the reason I'd always felt so restless was because I was meant for magic," Yeva said softly. "That if I could fix the story, that if I rescued the young prince and the gray wolf and I found the Firebird and I held in my hands everything I'd ever wanted, I would live happily ever after.