Quotes About Grenades

The potatoes were starch grenades. The canned carrots were revolting because that is their nature.

If the statue engulfs people in fire, we should send Leo.' 'I love you too, man.' 'You know what I mean. You're immune. Or, heck, give me some of those nice water grenades and I'll go. Ares and I have tangled before.

Note to self, Leo thought groggily. Do not leave boxes of magic grenades where dwarfs can reach them.

migrants are like blown-open grenades, telling their anguish compulsively to everyone they meet, dispensing their pain like shrapnel so they might one day wake to find their burdens have grown lighter.

What's this?" I asked. "I was hoping you could tell me," she said. "It arrived a few weeks ago, left on my doorstep. At first, I thought it was some sort of gift from Malachi—even though this isn't his style." "Right," agreed Adrian. "Grenades, camo vests . . . those are his usual gifts of choice.

We still use our mouths for that purpose, but we also use them to kiss, speak and, if we are Rambo, to pull the pins out of hand grenades.

I know you can throw holy water on the vampire, but I didn't know you could throw the host. (Sheriff St. John) I had to smile. They aren't like little holy grenades. I want the host to give to the Quinlans so they can put one at every windowsill, every doorsill. (Anita Blake)

Catalan metalworkers quickly fashioned armored cars that looked like giant boxes on wheels by welding steel plates to the frames of trucks and automobiles. Others fashioned homemade bombs and hand grenades, and thousands pitched in to build street barricades of everything from dead horses to massive rolls of newsprint to paving stones passed hand-to-hand along a chain of people. Office

the sight of militiamen sipping coffee at Starbucks, their rocket-propelled grenades resting in chairs in a distinctly Lebanese vision of globalization.

I am a very good sniper, and I can put five bullets into that red circle and I know how to throw hand grenades.

Writers aren't the most well-adjusted people, and it's telling that our preferred means of interaction with civilization is throwing paragraph-shaped grenades at people from behind the safety of a laptop.

The concussive force of grenades rattled men's brains to the point of madness.

The soldiers closest to the door on each side flip their flashbangs into the apartment and quickly turn away from the threshold. A second later, the stun grenades detonate, producing a concussive blast of 180 decibels and a searing, blinding light. For five seconds, the occupants will be blind, deaf, and unbalanced.

What's the situation with the grenades?" he asked, turning to Torin. "Insufficient quantity, sir, and they wouldn't stop those rocks anyway." "Why not?" "Well, they're rocks, sir

I always say one of the great scenes from 'The Dirty Dozen' is where Jim Brown has to get grenades in the chimney.

To get their attention, start lobbing the light grenades (That burst and blind them with the truth! An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!)

She can shoot like a dream and she carries tiny grenades in her top, a bit of my addled mind thought. I think I might be in love.

It is as if families on the run are shattered by something other than just grenades. The flight and fear tears us apart and those parts land in all kinds of places - we don't even know where. But we always try to find them afterwards.

The Easy Company men began throwing grenades at the retreating enemy. Compton had been an All-American catcher on the UCLA baseball team. The distance to the fleeing enemy was about the same as from home plate to second base. Compton threw his grenade on a straight line—no arch—and it hit a German in the head as it exploded. He

Somebody handed me two hand grenades," said Seaman Warren G. Harding of the California. "I said: 'What do I do with them?' He said: 'Never mind! Don't pull this!' That's all the instruction I had.

I full well realize that politics is a rough and tumble business, but politics should not be reduced to lobbing partisan hand grenades. Politics is not war. Terrorism is.

He was carrying bulky loot; I could see it under his zipped-up sweater. And when I unzipped it with a one-handed rip, I saw that he was wearing a bandolier loaded with grenades. I have no doubt that a wide, manic smile spread across my pretty little face.

A few mad exaggerations, alright, within a couple of days: swear to fucking god, they were like throwing grenades and pulling out all kinds of crazy knackery, it was out of control. Whatever. As if the story, if big enough, reflected glory on the teller.

Within a year or two, however, a couple of the first things I wrote – 'Anarchy In The UK' and 'God Save The Queen' – really hit their target. I'd like to thank the British public library system: that was my training ground, that's where I learned to throw those verbal grenades. I wasn't just throwing bricks through shop windows as a voice of rebellion, I was throwing words where they really mattered. Words count.