Quotes About Knife

It did not last long. It is only in the movies that knife fighters stab and miss and slash and miss and tussle over several city blocks.

Oblige me by taking away that knife. I can't look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history.

Every word of it was for him. Against his sin, foul and secret, the whole wrath of God was aimed. The preacher's knife had probed deeply into his diseased conscience and he felt now that his soul was festering in sin.

The two women exchanged the type of glance women use when there is no knife handy.

A good cook changes his knife once a year because he cuts, while a mediocre cook has to change his every month because he hacks. I've had this knife of mine for nineteen years and have cut up thousands of oxen with it, and yet the edge is as if it were fresh from the grindstone. There are spaces between the joints. The blade of the knife has no thickness. That which has no thickness has plenty of room to pass through these spaces. Therefore, after nineteen years, my blade is as sharp as ever.

So long as you use a knife, there's some love left.

If the world turned Fascist, if Cummings had his century, there was a little thing he could do. There was always terrorism. But a neat terrorism with nothing sloppy about it, no machine guns, no grenades, no bombs, nothing messy, no indiscriminate killing. Merely the knife and the garrote, a few trained men, and a list of fifty bastards to be knocked off, and then another fifty.

What kind of rescue is this, where you toss the prisoner a knife and stand and wait to see what happens?

When the owner of the pig arrived he found a scrawny and bloodcovered white boychild standing on what was left of his property sawing at it with a knife and hauling on the skin and cursing. The dirty half flayed pig looked like something recovered from a shallow grave.

That was the use of knives for women: to cut food for the men who killed with their knives… who killed those women's husbands, their sons, and their daughters.

Anger cuts through a wide range of things. Cuts like a knife

Really?" Mister Sun said. "You killed a man with the same knife you use to make brunch, and you're suddenly squeamish about a hammer.

Catalogs called it a "survival knife." Survival, in combat, meant knowing how to kill people quickly and silently.

grape, knife, cup, wheat / are symbols in eternity, / and every concrete object / has abstract value, is timeless / in the dream parallel

Then would come the remembering again, and the knife would be lost again while she (Gertie) sat helplessly fumbling, once more far from the man in the wood, tossed and whirled about as she was in the ringing, roaring fury." The Dollmaker, Harriette Arnow, p 418

Henry dropped his voice to a horrifed, but confused, whisper. "A knife? Or a dagger?" ... Vlad wrinkled his forehead in uncertainty. "What's the difference?"Henry shrugged as if it were obvious. "One's for eating; one's for stabbing.

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The knife easily cut through the silky material of my shirt and my bra, and a huge wad of toilet paper fell out.

Her beauty was like the edge of a very sharp knife.

Tomorrow is Election Day. It's what they call the midterm elections, and you can cut the indifference with a knife. It's the day Americans leave work early and pretend to vote.

no one belongs to anyone. We're all cut off at birth with a knife and left at the mercy of strangers. You hear that? Strangers. I know what you want to do. I know you're going to go away to be a soldier. Well-you can go to hell. I'm not responsible. I'm just another stranger. Birth I can give you-but life I cannot. I can't keep anyone alive. Not anymore.

some kill their love when they are young, and some when they are old; some strangle with the hands of lust, some with the hands of gold: THE KINDEST USE A KNIFE, because THE DEAD SO SOON GROW COLD.

As he thought of it, a sharp pang of pain struck through him like a knife and made each delicate fibre of his nature quiver.

Ours is a lank country and on the naked edge of her knife our frail flag burns.