“i would rather eat dog shit full of razor blades than have anything to do with you.” — David Levithan Copy Share Image
Everything dies, from the smallest blade of grass to the biggest galaxy. — Stephen R. Donaldson Copy Share Image
He who brings ridicule to bear against truth finds in his hand a blade without a hilt. — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
Every blade has two edges; he who wounds with one wounds himself with the other. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
My life and creative work are justified and completed by Blade Runner. — Philip K. Dick Copy Share Image
Killed by a man with a switch blade knife, for 43 dollars my friend lost his life. — Hank Williams, Jr Copy Share Image
Watching the way the current moves a blade of grass - sometimes I've seen that happen and it has just turned me… — Minor White Copy Share Image
There is blood all over the blades, all over my arm.. all over my heart. — The Forgotten Copy Share Image
You're killing me because you want me to give a message to God for you?" Jace shook his head, the point of… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The sensation of writing a book is the sensation of spinning, blinded by love and daring. It is the sensation of rearing… — Janet Burroway Copy Share Image
The seed, swollen with moisture, burst asunder its covering of soil and out peers the blade of wheat, full of symbols. So… — Ephrem the Syrian Copy Share Image
Women should have labels on their foreheads saying, 'Government Health Warning: women can seriously damage your brains, genitals, current account, confidence, razor… — Jeffrey Bernard Copy Share Image
Those two are carved from the same tree." the queen said. By the same blade." The high king answered and offered her… — Victoria Hanley Copy Share Image
“Now I know that grief is a whetstone that sharpens all your love, all your happiest memories, into blades that tear you… — Claudia Gray Copy Share Image
I had always turned to books, to knowledge, to help me get through everything in my life—and, sometimes, to escape it. But… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
Essentially, the Tea Party are the Hell's Angels, but with sun visors instead of switch blades. They push macaroni instead of meth.… — Greg Gutfeld Copy Share Image
Things don't have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What's the function of… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
Love is contraband in Hell, cause love is an acid that eats away bars. But you, me, and tomorrow hold hands and… — Assata Shakur Copy Share Image
When a buddha is painted, not only a clay altar or lump of earth is used, but the thirty-two marks, a blade… — Dogen Copy Share Image
The pale pink light of dawn sparkled on branch and leaf and stone. Every blade of grass was carved from emerald, every… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Probably one or two moments in your whole life you will hear a dark whispering spirit, a voice coming from the center… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
We saw Time's varied traces Were deep on every hand - Indeed, upon the people, More marked than on the land. The… — Eliza R. Snow Copy Share Image
That nothing is static or fixed, that all is fleeting and impermanent, is the first mark of existence. It is the ordinary… — Pema Chodron Copy Share Image
The lancet fluke (Dicrocoelium) infects the brain of ants by taking control and driving them to climb to the top of a… — Darrel Ray Copy Share Image
Kaia tossed Strider a shut-your-mouth frown before bouncing in her seat. "Do I get to help? Can I? You may not know… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
Who would condescend to strike down the mere things that he does not fear? Who would debase himself to be merely brave,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
However, I have never clogged myself with the praises of pastoral life, nor with nostalgia for an innocent past of perverted acts… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
A long-dead angel who thought to own me,” was his enigmatic answer, the silver in his eyes almost liquid. “I tore out… — Nalini Singh Copy Share Image
Then I place the blade next to the skine on my palm. A tingle arced across my scalp. The flood tipped up… — Patricia McCormick Copy Share Image
The Unexpected stalks a farm in big boots like a vagrant bent on havoc. Not every farmer is an inventor, but the… — Verlyn Klinkenborg Copy Share Image
