Quotes About Knife

Champagne had the taste of an apple peeled with a steel knife.

I like food, I like stripping vegetables of their skins, I like to have a slim young parsnip under my knife.

I came from a real tough neighborhood. Once a guy pulled a knife on me. I knew he wasn't a professional, the knife had butter on it.

As they say in Italy, Italians were eating with a knife and fork when the French were still eating each other. The Medici family had to bring their Tuscan cooks up there so they could make something edible.

Editor is a critic. He has pulled out his carving-knife and his tomahawk and is starting after a book which he is going to have for breakfast.

I've got a bit of Scottish Blood... On my kitchen knife!!

It seemed there was no bottom to whatever abyss we bordered, and with each step, I vowed if I ever did meet the trail's end and was unmasked and untied, I'd never waste a chance again—if I was going to die, it would be when I could plainly see Kaden as I thrust a knife between his deceitful Vendan ribs.

Time, I realise, is a weapon these days. Nothing weakens people like having to wait. In the street. With a knife in their hand.

Peasants seldom write letters, and for my father the arrival of a letter was an important ceremony that entailed quite a ritual: the glass of wine for the postman, the close scrutiny of his name on the envelope—mistakes can happen, and you must never open a letter that isn't addressed to you—and then the blade of the knife carefully inserted to liberate whatever the fates had in store.

I wonder if he sees the blood of someone who cut themselves while carving out their soul. Or if he's imagining what he'd write if he had a knife in his hand

Drake's hand snatched at his mic, what felt like a day late and many dollars short, to warn the pilots – that they had basically just brought a knife to a dogfight.

Love leaped out in front of us like a murderer in an alley leaping out of nowhere, and struck us both at once. As lightning strikes, as a Finnish knife strikes! She, by the way, insisted afterwards that it wasn't so, that we had, of course, loved each other for a long, long time, without knowing each other, never having seen each other…

Love is a knife that really only cuts one way, and that's deep.

Pick the nerves of anger with a knife, there must be somewhere to switch from a lie to a state of truth.

But it was the dark hunger in his tone that got to her. Damn kinky vampire had actually liked the knife. Shit .

In his two hundred and seventy-five years on this earth, he had walked in battle and bathed in blood, felt the hot kiss of a whip on his back, the cold thrust of a knife into his gut, but never had he been called an infant until this moment.

Hawke nodded. He trusted the alphas of the leopard and falcon packs on a gut level. Neither Lucas nor Adam would ever knife him in the back, of that both parts of him were dead certain.

A robber who steals a knife and cuts himself cannot cry out against the woman who kept it sharp.

Indifference is the knife that severs. Feeling is the tie that binds.

She looked up, expecting Aoifre. It was Uaithne. She leaned against the fence; her hood was drawn and snow clung to her hair. Her skin was creamy, fresh, with a delicate flush of exertion, and very smooth. Her gloves were tucked under her belt, next to her knife. The carving on the bone handle was smooth with use. She smiled.

The caterer was chatting, standing wide-legged and easy, knife moving this way and that as she talked, taking up her space a little too aggressively, the way women who have been raised with a lot of brothers tend to in a group of men. It was clear she had never considered using the knife for anything but food preparation; there was no awareness of its edge and balance as it related to the soft skin of the men around her.

Hild was recognized: a tall maid with fathomless eyes, a very big knife and the pig's blood still on her skirts.

Laeth returned her smile with one as wicked, as he posed the favorite question of one of the combat instructors, "How many ways are there to kill a person with a knife?" "It doesn't matter, it only takes one to do the job," returned Rialla.

But a knife ain't just a thing, is it? It's a choice, it's something you do . A knife says yes or no, cut or not, die or don't. A knife takes a decision out of your hand and puts it in the world and it never goes back again.