Quotes About Poison

Cashews and poison ivy, pistachio nuts and poison sumac. Mangoes. They all had resinous and sometimes poisonous juice, nuts or fleshy fruit, and small flowers.

Tears released poisons from inside, poisons which if not released could be as deadly as the real kind. The

Didn't everything on God's earth have or acquire defense? Speed, some poison in the leaf, the tongue, the tail? A mask, flight, numbers in the millions producing numbers in the millions. A thorn here, a spike there.

Poison is like the drowned; it always floats.

Moriarty rarely smiled,and then usually to terrify some poor victim. The first time I heard him laugh, I thought he had been struck by a deadly poison and the stutter escaping through his locked jaws was a death rattle.

Itchy, itchy, itchy, yo. Scratchy, scratchy, scratchy, yo. Itchy, itchy, itchy, yo. Poison summac daddy. Got an itch real baddy.

The smell of poison and death clings to any stranger, and people have become allergic to outsiders without realizing it.

Bad words are like eating fruit from a poison tree. The deadly fruit of destructive words encompasses us every day. It is up to us not to consume and assimilate these words by allowing them to take root in our minds and hearts.

Ma nel castello delli antichi Signori, dopo il veleno antico, il ferro, e i libri del male, erano dolci, nobili donne: ed era la bimba che tanto aveva sognato, e così amaramente pianto: e l'immagine benedicente di Lei, che a ognuno sovviene: e nell'ora di male e di guerra e nell'ora che ha morte, stanco, il nostro pensiero mortale.››

O dente morde a fruta envenenada a fruta morde o dente envenenado o veneno morde a fruta e morde o dente o dente, se mordendo, já descobre a polpa deliciosíssima do nada.

La verdad se parece demasiado a esos venenos que en pequeñas dosis resultan terapéuticos, pero, en grandes, matan.

Love is the worst poison. Love has driven more men to murder than hate or greed ever did. And for love there is no known antidote.

This henbane was used, in this very manner, we are told, in Shakespeare's works, by Hamlet's uncle, when he poisoned Hamlet's father.

Laughter is poison to fear.

Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.

Are you a maid, Penny?" She blushed. "Yes. Of course. Who would have –" "Stay that way. Love is madness, and lust is poison.

Robert wanted to be loved. My brother Tyrion has the same disease. Do you want to be loved, Sansa?" "Everyone wants to be loved." "I see flowering hasn't made you any brighter," said Cersei. "Sansa, permit me to share a bit of womanly wisdom with you on this very special day. Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.

I did not do it. Yet now I wish I had.' He turned to face the hall, that sea of pale faces. 'I wish I had enough poison for you all. You make me sorry that I am not the monster you would have me be, yet there it is. I am innocent, but I will get no justice here.

Poison is a coward's weapon'' the king complained. Ned had heard enough. ''You send hired knives to kill a fourteen-year-old girl and still quibble about honor?

Nothing but this: I did not do it. Yet now I wish I had... I wish I had enough poison for you all. You make me sorry that I am not the monster you would have me be, yet there it is.

El amor es un veneno. Un veneno dulce, sí, pero un veneno que mata.

Nothing but this: I did not do it. Yet now I wish I had." He turned to face the hall, that sea of pale faces. "I wish I had enough poison for you all. You make me sorry that I am not the monster you would have me be, yet there it is. I am innocent, but I will get no justice here. You leave me no choice but to appeal to the gods. I demand trial by battle.

A sweet offer . . . yet sweets can be poisoned.

Robert wanted smiles and cheers, always, so he went where he found them, to his friends and his whores. Robert wanted to be loved. my brother Tyrion has the same disease. Do you want to be loved Sansa?" "Everyone want to be loved." "I see flowering hasn't made you any brighter," said Cersie. "Sansa, permit me to share a bit of womanly wisdom with you on this very special day. Love is a poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same