Quotes About Sharp

Everything had come into sharp focus : his smooth words, his black, glinting eyes, his broad experience with lies, seduction, women. I'd fallen in love with the devil.

My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing

And then, just before the man reached him, there was a hard impact to the air, like a clap of thunder with no sound. The violence of it made every joint in his body cry out in sharp pain. Dust lifted around them, spreading outward in a ring.

YOU MUST LEARN THE COMPASSION PROPER TO YOUR TRADE And what's that? A SHARP EDGE.

Death sat in His garden, running a whetstone along the edge of His scythe. It was already so sharp that any passing breeze that blew across it was sliced smoothly into two puzzled zephyrs

Jonathan Demme is a very sharp editor of his movies.

Karl Khandalavala was a very handsome and a good-looking man and used to take care of himself. He was an extremely sharply dressed individual.

If it's a cliche to say that intellectual curiosity keeps your mind sharp, your senses alert, and your capabilities cutting-edge, that's because it's true.

I have a knife collection.

I like the Japanese knives, I like French knives. Whatever's sharp.

I absolutely cannot live without my set of kitchen knives - I would be completely lost without them.

So you want a knife, a nice sharp knife. You hone that blade to its limits. It even cuts through stone when you want it to. It saves your life. And then you're outraged when it cuts you accidentally. You see, knives don't switch off. And neither do people, not when you hone them to a fine edge.

I had always been a great talker and teller of tales. 'You should put a lock on that tongue of yours. It's long enough and sharp enough to slit your own throat,' our guardian warned me, the night before I left home to go to the royal court at Versailles ... I just laughed. 'Don't you know a woman's tongue is her sword? You wouldn't want me to let my only weapon rust, would you?

I can't help it. All those sharp little shards inside me could be answers, but they've come loose. Now I see them in fragments that don't make any more sense than my nightmares do. Those puzzle pieces are all in there somewhere. I know it.

At that instant the hag's noisy breathing stopped and with it all other sound. Her eyes opened, showing only whites - milky ovals infinitely eerie in the dark root-tangle of her sharp features and stringy hair. The gray tip of her tongue traveled like a large maggot around her lips.

I'm, if possible, more convinced than ever that this is the most beautiful part of the world, but it's an almost metallic, two-dimensional beauty with no warmth or gentleness to trick or woo you into liking it. Its great bleak loveliness is just there, hard and sharp, forever and ever.

He suddenly dropped his bantering tone and looked at Bond sharply and venomously.

It was so pathetic, really, how so much violence came from someone feeling small. Small of mind, and it did not matter how big the sword in hand, that essential smallness remained, gnawing with very sharp teeth.

The dull, hazy light played along the polished blade like water.

Fiddler straightened, eyes on the stars glittering overhead. Desert stars, sharp diamonds that ever seemed eager to draw blood.

Their hearts were as brittle as crystal shards, yet just as sharp and hard. They broke easily into a thousand fragments, and each of those fragments was a new heart, keen enough to wound and tear.

Breathless with anticipation, I let Livvy drap me in her cloths, giddy from the dabs of sharp scent behind my ears.

Gods are functional only for their names being used in oaths. They lend a pungency, a focus to sharp remarks.

razor blades and shoe laces.