Quotes About Knife

He runs his eye along the row of knives in their racks, the cleavers for splitting bones. He picks one up, looks at its edge, decides it needs sharpening and says, "Do you think I look like a murderer? In your good opinion?" A silence. After a while, Thurston proffers, "At this moment, master, I would have to say...

Is a man a victim, who walks onto a knife? Are you innocent, if you set up the damage for yourself?

O Muse, sing to me of that sea-monster, Eurymedon's son, whose stomach, like a knife, fattens on all it finds. Tell of his dreadful end, and how by public order the town will stone him to death beside the sterile sea.

There is no doubt in my mind that he means it, no doubt at all.Gasping, I pull the knife from my little pocket and stab him in the side. Right between the ribs. If my knife had been longer, I would have punctured his lung. His eyes go wide with shock. His grip on me loosens. I know what Madoc would say-to push the blade higher. Go for an artery. Go for his heart. But if I mange it, I will have murdered one of the favoured sons of Faerie. I cannot even guess my punishment. You're no killer.

The knife is my hand is useless. I throw it at the desk, barely registering as the point sinks into the wood. He pulls back from me at the sound, startled. His mouth is pink, his eyes dark. He sees the knife and barks out a startled laugh. page 309

I can feel the moment he gives in and gives up, pulling me to him despite the threat of the knife. He kisses me hard, with a kind of devouring desperation, fingers digging into my hair.

I turn and press the point of my knife directly underneath his chin. 'Jude?' he asks, up against the wall, pronouncing my name carefully, as though to avoid slurring. I am not sure I have ever heard him use my actual name before. 'Surprised?' I ask, a fierce grin starting on my face. The most important boy in Faerie and my enemy, finally in my power. It feels even better than I thought it would. 'You shouldn't be.

His eyes narrow on the blood, and he points the wooden stick at me. 'You seem to have cut yourself.' I wonder if he's surprised that I'm alive. I wonder if he watched the tower the whole time during his luncheon, waiting for the amusing spectacle of me jumping to my death. I take the knife out from under my tunic and show it to him, stained a flinty red. I smile. 'I could cut you, too.

Stan Delaney had always known that women had the power to draw blood with their words. It was his mother's favorite hobby: to knife the soft, stupid, defenseless egos of her husband and her son.

I need to have better knife skills... for vegetables.

She slid the chef's knife from the storage block, the whisk of metal leaving wood a crisp note slicing through the humid air.

You've always been handy with a knife, Mother

Someone once told me that religion is like a knife: You can stab someone with it, or you can slice bread with it.

Next time," I said wryly, swinging open the door, "just give me a knife and ask for a vein.

It was a knife of an idea, a cruel instrument of sacrifice, but also one of great beauty, silvery, curved, dancing with light.

it was born out of habits of mind produced by Christianity: that if you sacrificed yourself you would somehow attain the object of your desires. It was a knife of an idea, a cruel instrument of sacrifice...

Once, when I was slicing bread, my knife slipped; instantly, I remembered how in the morning she used to cut thin slices of bread and pour warm milk on them for the children.

Like a butcher sharpening knife on knife I sharpen heart on heart inside me.

In an attempt to learn more about what happened during a lobotomy, Freeman tried performing them with the patient wide awake, under local anesthesia. During one of these procedures, Freeman asked the patient, while cutting his brain tissue, what was going through his mind. "A knife," the patient said. Freeman told this story with pleasure for years.

The natives knew better than to screw around with Tarzan. He was one bad dude. Lions, rhinos, just him and his knife. Great penthouse and elevator. Wouldnt last long in Brooklyn. Busted for indecent exposure. Me Tarzan you Judge. That is absolutely correct, and you are going to do sixty days. Try dressing as Beau Brummel the next time. Next case!

My nates offer everlastingly the lugubrious spectacle of tumescence; no one can claim (and how many have drawn near!) that he has seen them in a state of normal quiescence, not even the shoe shine boy who attacked me with a knife during a moment of delirium. Ungrateful wretch!

Sometimes, power could change hands as quickly as a knife thrust.

Life is the thing--the song of life--the eager plow, the thirsty knife!

On hands and knees the figure comes pacing along beside the wall that flanks the patio, lithe, sinuous, knife in mouth perpendicular to its course. In moonlight and out of it, as each successive archway of the portico circles high above it, comes down to join its support, and is gone again to the rear. The moon is a caress on supple skin. The moon of Anahuac understands, the moon is in league, the moon will not betray. ("The Moon of Montezuma")