Quotes About Blade

Get your priorities straight, young man. When a victim is staring at a blade that has just plunged through his chest, the last thing on his mind is criticism about the lack of ornamentation on your hilt.

Don't start weaving a social hypothesis in front of an angry woman holding a blade.

I have a knife collection.

I like the Japanese knives, I like French knives. Whatever's sharp.

She'd accepted his blade and stayed. She didn't ken the full significance of that. When a Druid offered his favored weapon, his Selvar, the one he wore against his skin, to a woman, he offered his protection. His guardianship. Forever. And she'd taken it.

So you want a knife, a nice sharp knife. You hone that blade to its limits. It even cuts through stone when you want it to. It saves your life. And then you're outraged when it cuts you accidentally. You see, knives don't switch off. And neither do people, not when you hone them to a fine edge.

Ah!" Her eyes lit up as she grasped it, sliding the nasty little blade out of the sheath and holding it up to the light. "This should come in handy!" she murmured with great relish. It felt wonderful to have some means of self-defense in her hand again, at last. As Nick straightened up again, she noticed him staring at her. Did she seem too savage? "What is it?" she asked. "Your father would have been extremely proud of you.

For a moment...for a moment. We are eternal. We are every warrior forced to kill and die for a cause no one will remember in years to come. Every adversary who ever felt blade cleave into bone. Every crimson-stained fighter who died for nothing. I imagine the first beings left here by the gods died thus. And when the sun sets on our race, the last two men will have their brothers' blood on their blades.

Anger is stupid, and stupidity will kill you more surely than your opponent's blade.

the bronze blade stripped bark and leafage, and now at last the sons of the Achaians carry it in their hands in state when they administer the justice of Zeus.

The Order of Merciful Aid provided merciful aid, usually on the edge of a blade or the burn of a bullet.

Landon slid back into the driver's seat and pointed at my saber. "Put it away." "Say the magic word." "Please," Landon squeezed out. I slid the blade back into the sheath and petted it. "It's okay, Sarrat. If he insults you, I'll cut his head off and you can drink his blood.

She was beautiful and radiant. He remembered the concern in her eyes. The same concern drove her now, pushing her toward acts of violence. On the surface, he'd be a fool to turn her down. She was driven by tragedy, just like him, and she would be incorruptible, just like him. He needed a blade to kill, but she could kill dozens at once empty-handed. She was Death, and she had just asked to be his ally.

Innocence was a blade of glory, yet it could blind on both sides.

The dull, hazy light played along the polished blade like water.

Hunched, his face pulsing with pain, Mebra watched with hooded eyes as his words sank roots into the Red Blade commander's mind.

The assassin stepped in then, his left hand moving in a high swing that buried its blade in the councilman's neck.

The Son of Darkness, a lone brow raised, slowly turned to regard the High King. 'What else, Kallor,' he said in a low, calm voice, 'keeps my blade from your black heart… if not sentiment?

To the executioner's axe there are those who kneel, head bowed, and await their fate. Then there are those who fight, who strain, who cry out their defiance even as the blade descends

The strongest soldier cannot balance long upon the blade that does divide his honor and his heart, and whatever way he falls, the cut will kill him.

But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.

He wanted to give me a blade? What's wrong with that?" "Blades," he whispered, "and sheaths go together. And your sheath will only ever hold my blade.

Stellan jumped back, using the Force to pluck his lightsaber from its holster, igniting the blade before the crossguard hilt was even in his hand.

It's my partner, he said, smiling. It didn't look easy for him, that smile, but it transformed him from a thin-faced freckled man with a blade of a nose to a man with sexiness to spare.