Quotes About Reaper

Love is the only emotion so unexplainable and unique, that not even the greatest of writers could hope to contain it within their meagre words.

In the mortal age, death could not be bargained with. It had to be the same for scythes.

There was an odd justice to it. Not so much live-by-the-blade/die-by-the-blade; it was more becoming the blade, and losing oneself. Scythe Faraday had once told him and Citra that they were called scythes rather than reapers, because they were not the ones who killed; they were merely the tool that society used to bring fair-handed death to the world. But once you're the weapon, you're nothing more than a tool for someone else to wield.

I can't go back because I lost all my Soul Reaper powers! - Rukia You lost your powers? What are they, socks? - Ichigo

There is light underwater, even at night, but it is a far cry from the lights that we all know and love... the light by which the reaper reads his list.

Get out," she hissed, but she had no air and it didn't come out very strong. "What the hell, Czar?" Mechanic said. Reaper's voice came from down the hall. "Forgot to tell you, she's a screamer.

In one was, I suppose, I have been in denial for some time, knowingly burning the candle at both ends and finding that it often gives a lovely light. But for precisely this reason, I can't see myself smiting my brow with shock or hear myself whining about how it's all so unfair: I have been taunting the Reaper into taking a free scythe in my direction and have now succumbed to something so predictable and banal that it bores even me.

I have been taunting the Reaper into taking a free scythe in my direction and now have succumbed to something so predictable and banal that it bores even me.

What can the harvest hope for, if not for the care of the Reaper Man?

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.

He sold his soul to a Soul Reaper—" "That was stupid." "Yeah," Raze said, without missing a beat, "we agree on that. Anyway—" "No, I mean, really stupid." Revenant leaned against the doorframe and divided his unnerving attention between Raze and Slake. "I mean, it just seems obvious to me. Don't sell your soul. Seriously. Who does that? What the fuck?

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.

There's very little that frightens me more than the Grim Reaper when he's horny.

The reaction to death is sometimes as violent as death itself. Shock throws a cautious coolness over your senses, but your stomach still has knots, your skin stings as if the Reaper is glaring at you as well.

One of the few things the Air Force did admit to me existed out there presently without admitting that it was Area 51 is this drone called the 'Beast of Kandahar' which does not fire missiles, unlike the Predator and the Reaper, but just conducts surveillance.

Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.

oh reaper of my evening song, how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!

How could it be late, when you're the sunrise? There's no morning sky or lark-song before you appear. No butterfly would dare unfold its wings. The day waits on you, my heart, just as the harvest waits the reaper.

I'd heard that if you saw a Reaper, you saw what you expected to see, what you thought the agents of Death would look like. Personally, I wanted to see little, fuzzy pink bunnies, but apparently my subconscious visualized tall, scary, and skeletal. My subconscious and I needed to have a long talk.

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.

I drive a motorbike, so there is the whiff of the grim reaper round every corner, especially in London.

The reaper does not listen to the harvest.