Quotes About Knife

As long as I hold it as long as I use it, the knife lives, lives in order to take life, but it has to be commanded, it has to have me to tell it to kill, and it wants to, it wants to plunge and thrust and cut and stab and gouge, but I have to want it to as well, my will has to join with its will. I'm the one who allows it and I'm the one responsible.

I look at the knife- Resting in a puddle of water- Near the ledge by the pulpit behind Aaron- Where I dropped it- And I hear it calling to me- Take me, it says- Take me and use me, it says- Aaron hold open his arms. "Murder me," he says. "Become a man." Never let me go says the knife

I will never let go of this knife, no matter what she says, no matter how she says it. She

The knife is alive. As long as I hold it, as long as I use it, the knife lives, lives in order to take life, but it has to be commanded, it has to have me to tell it to kill, and it wants to, it wants to plunge and thrust and cut and stab and gouge, but I have to want it to as well, my will has to join with its will.

She smiled like knife on a velvet, she stretched like cat on the sun.

got presents. Trip gave me a belt knife with a leather grip, claiming that all boys should have something they can hurt themselves with.

You could cut the estrogen in the room with a knife. The problem was, what to do with the slices? Making sandwiches seemed a tad too bizarre. The results were aerodynamic, but for some reason no one wanted to play frisbee. They

She expertly sliced open a ripe mango, then twisted the pit until it popped out of the fruit.

And in a mad trance Strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings We decay Like corpses in a charnel Fear & Grief Convulse is & consume us Day by day And cold hopes swarm Like worms within Our living clay

Siamo noi che, perduti in tempestose visioni, conduciamo una vana lotta contro gli spettri, e in una folle trance con il coltello dello spirito colpiamo, invulnerabili, nulla.

No one mentions that now, and I suppose no one is inclined to bring it up, particularly not my father, who in other matters loves those things most that he can no longer touch or see, things washed clean of flaws and ambiguity by the years he has held them in his memory, reshaping them as he brings them out, again and again, telling his stories until finally the stories, and the things in them, are as perfect and sharp as the edge of the knife he keeps in his pocket.

A gun can be dangerous. But a gun can protect you, you can hunt for food with it - you know, the tool itself is a tool. The intention of the party using the tool is a part of the process, right? You know: the knife cuts the steak, stabs the person, saves somebody from danger, cuts somebody out of a car.

Linear time has to be envisaged as a huge, endless knife blade scraping its way across the universe, and drawing it along with it. In its wake it leaves an endless broad stripe of past time, ahead of it lies the future, on the knife edge lies the present, in which we live.