1. Once she was gone, I knelt next to Annabeth and felt her forehead. She was still burning up.
“You’re cute when you’re worried,” she muttered. “Your eyebrows get all scrunched together.”
“You are not going to die while I owe you a favor,” I said. “Why did you take that knife?”
“You would’ve done the same for me.”
It was true. I guess we both knew it. Still, I felt like somebody was poking my heart with a cold metal rod.
2. Arrakis teaches the attitude of the knife – chopping off what’s incomplete and saying: ‘Now, it’s complete because it’s ended here.
3. 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.
4. I’m just a little cold,” said Knife, pulling the blanket closer about her shoulders.
Paul wrapped his free arm around her. “It’s all right,” he said. “I’ve got you.”
“Yes,” said Knife, smiling up at him. “You have.
5. Sex was lovely. Sex was sublime. Sex was flesh and cock and suck and fuck and come. This night sex was starlight. Sex was oxygen. Sex was us, and we were beautiful, beautiful and perfect in each other’s arms.
6. What is that in his hand?”
“A cleaver. As in-”
“You got it.”
“I hope not.”
“He does not look happy.”
“Are you sure it’s a he?”
“I don’t want to know.
7. Reluctantly she lifted her eyes to his, and he went on: “I want you to understand this as though I were one of your own people.” He drew in a deep breath. “Thank you. Thank you for your friendship. Thank you for my life.
8. I was terrified of my weakness, of my sharp tongue, of
my every flaw. I was terrified that this moment, my chance to
live in happiness for however short a time we may have had,
would be ruined because I was simply not carved out of the
same wood as happiness, and that my grain was too twisted
to ever take its form.
9. Night fell, and her husband came to bed, and as soon as they had finished kissing and embracing each other, he fell fast asleep. Psyche was not naturally either very strong or very brave, but the cruel power of fate made a virago of her. Holding the carving knife in a murderous grip, she uncovered the lamp and let its light shine on the bed.
At once the secret was revealed. There lay the gentlest and sweetest of all wild creatures, Cupid himself, the beautiful Love-god, and at sight of him the flame of the lamp spurted joyfully up and the knife turned its edge for shame.
Psyche was terrified. She lost all control of her senses, and pale as death, fell trembling to her knees, where she desperately tried to hide the knife by plunging it in her own heart. She would have succeeded, too, had the knife not shrunk from the crime and twisted itself out of her hand.
10. That’s the way love sounds, my mother told me. You think it should feel like honey, but instead it cuts like a knife.
11. I’ll have your heart, if not by gift my knife Shall carve it out. I’ll have your heart, your life.
12. Uh… Scar?” Tristan tried to sound calm. “You know you still have a knife in your hand?” Scarlet looked down at the weapon. “Yes. I want to take it with me.” “Why?” Heather swallowed. “Um.” Scarlet looked confused. “I don’t know. But I know I want it with me.
13. She was altogether colorless and severe, and still she managed to be beautiful. Not the way that girls are generally beautiful, but more like the way a knife catches the light, makes you want to take it in your hands.
14. I brought a knife to the gunfight.
I am the knife.
I am all blade.
15. Consider this: when you stand at the entry to a steel factory, you can make out through the smoke some men, some metal, the fires. The furnaces roar, the hammers crash; and the metalworkers who forge ingots, weapons, tools, and so on are completely ignorant of the real uses to which their products will be put. The workers can only refer to their products by conventional names. Well, that’s where we all stand, all of us! Nobody can see the real character of what he creates because every knife blade may become a dagger, and the use to which an object is put changes both its name and its nature. Only our ignorance shields us from terrible responsibilities.
16. You sick fuck. Tear my pants off, prick. See what I got. I’ll knock your fucking teeth out with my swinging dick! Last chance… you force yourself into that woman… and I’ll force this knife into your dick hole!
17. There’ll be no more music, Father. But there’ll be this!” He stepped into the dark, picked up the knife, and held it under their noses.
“Go home. Tell your people what you saw and heard here tonight. And tell ’em that anyone we catch on these roads after dark anymore… this is what they’ll get. Now that I know we’re never to see the face o’ God, we have nothing to lose. So, make sure you have your message right, Father, ’cause there’ll be no other warning.
18. When I walked into the room, I looked down to the floor and saw that each and every garment I owned had been pulled from its rightful place and had been meticulously sliced into countless pieces. One thing was painfully obvious to me: these clothes were symbolic of me; they represented my body.
What you really wanted was to slice me into countless pieces.
19. Cold, harsh laughter, like knives being sharpened.
20. The most sharper device than a knife is a tongue
21. Just because he wasn’t Nameless didn’t make it smart to underestimate him; a knife may not be a longsword, but the edge will cut you all the same.
22. My safety rules for eating from the food buffet: 1. Eat the hot food, as it is the least likely to food poison you. 2. Avoid the cold food, as it may have bacterial contamination. 3. Wash your hands, as they may have bacterial contamination from the handles of the food ladles. 4. Do not eat with your hands, use the knife, fork and spoon.
23. A deep sigh — an interview with a knife.
24. Lyonesse stared wide-eyed at Lynet’s hand and swallowed hard. Lynet realized that she was still holding the carving knife and had been pointing it at Lyonesse’s breast. She laid the knife down slowly and gathered a few plates of food. “I’ll take the rest of my dinner in my room, I think,” she said.
25. I slip between my blanket and the mattress soundlessly, like a knife into its sheath.
26. The knife and cheese are connected. But the cake and the contention are rather suspicious.
27. Both knife and sword will cause the same pain, both cow and dog will feed the same milk
28. Just saying ‘I love you’ can mean the difference between nothing and everything. Some people say it while they stab the person they say it to – some say it to the one holding the knife
29. He worked at a feverish pace. He experimented with all manner of pies: tortoises, eel, chicken, frog, mushroom, artichoke, apricot, cherry, and his favorite of all, a luscious strawberry pie. He made omelets, stuffed eggs, and poached eggs with rosemary over toast. There were soups galore: fennel, tortellini, Hungarian milk, millet, kohlrabi, pea, and his famous Venetian turnip soup, which this time he made with apples instead. He molded jelly into the shapes of the cardinali crests, colored with wine, carrot, and saffron. He delighted most in the moments when he worked with his favorite knife, carving and slicing roasted cockerel, peacock, capons, turtledoves, ortolans, blackbirds, partridges, pheasants, and wood grouse. Every slice of the knife gave him greater confidence and belief in his power to make the world his.
30. The sun had slipped past noon, and a slice of heat fell through the tree-house window, firing Laurel’s inner eyelids cherry cola. She sat up but made no further move to leave her hiding spot. It was a decent threat- Laurel’s weakness for her mother’s Victoria sponge was legendary- but an idle one. Laurel knew very well that the cake knife lay forgotten on the kitchen table, missed amid the earlier chaos as the family gathered picnic baskets, rugs, fizzy lemonade, swimming towels, and the new transistor, and burst, stream-bound, from the house. She knew well because when she’d doubled back under the guise of hide-and-seek and sneaked inside the cool, dim house to fetch the package, she’d seen the knife sitting by the fruit bowl, red bow tied around its handle.
The knife was a tradition- it had cut every birthday cake, every Christmas cake, every Somebody-Needs-Cheering-Up cake in the Nicolson family’s history- and their mother was a stickler for tradition.
31. Harvey, Harvey, Harvey, I always wanted to be a hero in my life but i knew people won’t let me to be a hero they only let you to be a villain, you know a villain, with a knife because these cheap maggots always want you to hurt them, hurt them badly.” the joker said angrily.
32. Kaz had taught her to crack a safe, pick a pocket, wield a knife. He’d gifted her with her first blade, the one she called Sankt Petyr – not as pretty as wild geraniums, but more practical, she supposed.
33. Nostalgia can be more painful than a surgeon’s knife.
34. I am sitting here, staring at the dark sky and drunk with memories. laughing like a maniac while crying an ocean. Somewhere it feels like somebody is kissing my lips passionately. While they are continuously pushing a knife, deep into my chest.
35. The knife is more dangerous than the hand and the knife can be in either hand.
36. It takes sharper axes to chops bigger trees just as it takes deeper enthusiasm to overcome stronger challenges. Timidity only increases your fears.
37. I do not desire evil, Garan had said to her once, but it seems to me that to stand idle while evil is being done is no virtue either.
38. I love you the way a knife loves a heart, the way a bomb loves a crowd, the way your mother warned you about, essentially.
39. Just saying “I love you” can mean the difference between nothing and everything. Some people say it while they stab the person they say it to – some say it to the one holding the knife.
40. The patient knife always strikes true.
41. You were born with a knife in your heart.
42. We live like sheep in line waiting to be slaughtered in a slaughterhouse. We eat and laugh and fight as we see those in front of us fall to the knife
43. How do YOU know what God meant? Did he whisper into your ear? Did he put the knife in your heart? Did he put a gun in your hand?
44. The hatred that vibrated beneath the surface of my girl’s face– I think Suzanne recognized it. Of course my hand would anticipate the weight of a knife. The particular give of a human body. There was so much to destroy.
45. There is nothing more agonising than the memory of good times when you are going through a difficult period in life. Life moves in only one direction – forward, but the memoirs of years gone by keep on haunting one’s soul till the time one is alive. Nostalgia can be more painful than a surgeon’s knife.
46. I stared down at my hands and saw the blood coat them, how warm and real something felt when it wasn’t just ink and stains. This was life and I was holding it in my hands. I drew my eyes back up and beneath the flickering streetlight and the throng of drunken cattle, I saw nothing else but the dead girl. Somebody out there had taken her life, her heart, and there I was with her warm, sticky blood. Feeling the most alive I’d felt in years.
I had to find him. I just had to.
47. I have to think of this as a mental exercise, not a physical exercise. So I spend the first few minutes practicing without a knife, finding the right stance, learning the right arm motion.
Eric paces too quickly behind us.
“I think the Stiff’s taken too many hits to the head!” remarks Peter, a few people down. “Hey, Stiff! Remember what a knife is?”
Ignoring him, I practice the throw again with a knife in hand but don’t release it. I shut out Eric’s pacing, and Peter’s jeering, and the nagging feeling that Four is staring at me, and throw the knife. It spins end over end, slamming into the board. The blade doesn’t stick, but I’m the first person to hit the target.
I smirk as Peter misses again. I can’t help myself.
“Hey, Peter,” I say. “Remember what a target is?
48. But have a care! It is a bitter blade, and steel serves only those that can wield it. It will cut your hand as willingly as aught else.
49. The circulation of money is like the sharing of cake. The one that holds the knife controls the portion you get.
50. Trusting too much can be a knife that makes the heart bleed.
51. The rum transpired from the wound of a perfectly baked cake.
By the piercing shining ‘touch of crave’
‘Crave for the touch’.
52. You’re wondering if I really would slit your throat. To tell the truth, I don’t know either, but think of the fun we could have finding out.
53. Mind”, can’t make differences between real and not…, (OFF NOW THAT…, then that…), you are saying lie after lie…, then believing in false stuff. And thinking in positive sides so to scream not much as the other do, but as always you one moment scream you can’t stop it… Now putting against me a knife and saying “Go away… give me my daughter… give me her back”…, don’t you see the people laugh at you, don’t you see it. Look their faces, with so many smiles, but they aren’t people, they are from the army, off, off for god sake they are soldiers which have guns. Have killed few people, have taken your daughter and they are many as a number than you and your whole family… Probably this part as an General I must skip it, because it’s logical however look it and from this side, nobody will sacrifice so you to be happy… you will die.. O, o, the poor little girl crying in front of the people, she just saw her mother pointing with a knife against the soldiers and now she is killed by one of the soldiers.
54. My only gift can be
this blazing blade,
this knife’s sharp constancy.
55. Religion is like a knife. If you use it the wrong way you can cut yourself.
56. We can’t tell if ever night falls asleep
Our slumber veils many secrets: deep
The moonlit visage of this city life
Shines through the blade from a glistening knife
From the poem “City Night
57. It’s a discomfiting thing to have the person you love more than anything in the world toss a knife at your friend’s head and walk away.
58. When an orange tastes like an onion, the knife takes the blame.
But it is the one who handed us the knife that should be questioned.
59. Any idiot can stand in front of a target. It doesn’t prove anything except that you’re bullying him. Which, as I recall, is a sign of cowardice.
60. She knows what it’s like to love someone who cannot love you back. Someone who needs you, holds you, yes, but someone who will never know that love is the knife in your heart.