Quotes About Grim Reaper

The Grim Reaper, Gloria corrected herself - if anyone deserved capital letters it was surely Death. Gloria would rather like to be the Grim Reaper. She wouldn't necessarily be grim, she suspected she would be quite cheerful (Come along now, don't make such a fuss).

How many kittens did she have?" "Four, including Tod. We fed the kittens this special formula from the vet, since Juno didn't have enough milk." I sat beside Bailey on the rug, wishing I could trade places with my cat. "Tod almost died, so my sister named him after a grim reaper from one of her favorite books. I think she thought it would protect him.

This is the Black Widow, death.

Behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.

Handsome enough' is this Grim Reaper, Who can snuff all these 'brief candles,' every fluttering soul sucking the air, from this hall.

Murders, father, death after death. The woman who died two nights ago in Jackson Square, I killed her, and thousands of others before her, one and two a night, father, for seventy years. I have walked the streets of New Orleans like the Grim Reaper and fed on human life for my own existence. I am not mortal, father, but immortal and damned, like angels put in hell by God. I am a vampire.

Una volta, in tempo di guerra, quando ero un soldato dell'Esercito Imperiale, vidi la Morte camminare. Portava sul teschio una corona avvizzita fatta di ossa e biancospino fresco attorcigliato, e alle sue spalle si stringevano gli spettri dei miei commilitoni di recente strappati, ancora giovani, alla vita.

Do you know, every time I've seen you you've been like the Grim Reaper of goodwill and cheer. You should find another profession.

Death… on his pale horse.

At last the spring thaw came, and graves were laboriously prepared for the nine silent harvests of the grim reaper which waited in the tomb.

In the first book of my Discworld series, published more than 26 years ago, I introduced Death as a character; there was nothing particularly new about this - death has featured in art and literature since medieval times, and for centuries we have had a fascination with the Grim Reaper.

He couldn't lose me now or ever. I was the guy with the cowl and scythe. I had a hundred and forty black horses under me and an hour-glass in my hand, laughing like crazy until the tears rolled down my cheeks.

It had to be Death. No-one else went around with empty eye sockets and, of course, the scythe over one shoulder was another clue.

Even with the Brotherhood as support, going to the colony was a suicide mission—and she was willing to bet there were a lot of people having sex under the mansion's roof right now. Sometimes you had to have a taste of life right before you knocked on the Grim Reaper's front door.

Holy hell, the Grim Reaper was no makeup artist; that was for sure. Even Goths had better complexions. "Hey, don't be harshing on my peeps," Adrian cut in. "I'd do one of us way before some SoCal bimbo with plastic melons and a spray tan." "Stop reading my mind, motherfucker. And you'd do the bimbo anyway." Adrian grinned and flexed his heavy arms. "Yeah. I would. And her sister.

In the first book of my Discworld series, published more than 26 years ago, I introduced Death as a character there was nothing particularly new about this - death has featured in art and literature since medieval times, and for centuries we have had a fascination with the Grim Reaper.

And, ah, who are you? What Horseman, I mean." Thanatos swung around. "Death." Cara swallowed. Audibly. "As in, the Grim Reaper?" He snorted. "That poser.

Let's just say that my father is a very powerful man." "That's a little understated, don't you think? … You know, seeing how he's the Grim fucking Reaper.

Thanatos swung around. "Death." Cara swallowed. Audibly. "As in, the Grim Reaper?" He snorted. "That poser. He deals with evil souls.

Tell you what. You prove you work for the Grim Reaper, and I'll prove I'm an elf. Deal?" "Deal." Razr grinned, that killer one that made her ovaries clench. "Come on, Dobby. Let's go.

He's only mostly dead." She wrenched her head around to see Azagoth striding towards them, a trail of griminions on his heels. "M-mostly dead?" "Haven't you ever seen The Princess Bride?" It took her a second to realize he was making a joke. Mr.Serious, the Grim Fucking Reaper,was joking.

Sort of like the Grim Reaper, but with a penchant for sticking souls on a giant thorn tree Ã¢â'¬Â¦ while the people's souls are still in their bodies." King

There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.

Do you know, every time I've seen you you've been like the Grim Reaper of goodwill and cheer. You should find another profession.