Quote by Margaret Rogerson Download Open image ““Walking along a blade’s edge was only fun until the blade stopped being a metaphor.”” — Margaret Rogerson ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.7 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Every blade has two edges; he who wounds with the one is wounded with the other.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“I see a world on the edge of a blade. Without balance, it will fall.” — Victoria Aveyard Copy Share Image
“One blade couldn’t win a battle, but as long as it was mine, it could be used to protect me and those I loved.” — Esther M. Friesner Copy Share Image
“I had no idea that the simple act of running a sharp blade across my wrist would change everything so completely. I wasn’t after… — Victoria Leatham Copy Share Image
“No knife cuts as swiftly, deeply and precisely as the blade of the Beloved.” — Tiziana Stupia Copy Share Image
“What might seem a careless phrase for one can cut deep as a blade for another.” — Cora Carmack Copy Share Image
“The big blade is an emperor; the broken blade a Negro. I hate dangling things; I hate dampish things. I hate wandering and mixing… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“I quite like eggs,” I replied firmly, well aware that the enchantments he described would all turn strange and sour, even deadly, in the… — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
“Why do we desire, above all other things, that which has the greatest power to destroy us?” — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
“They looked like a pair of cupids who had decided they liked shooting people with real arrows better. They were horrible. I loved them… — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
“I didn’t want to listen to Rook offering me roses whose perfume would make me forget all my childhood memories, or diamonds that would… — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
“I wondered if my head and heart would ever reconcile, or whether I'd just cursed myself to relive this moment for the rest of… — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
“Frankly, I had no idea how anyone knew if they were in love in the first place. Was there ever a single thread a… — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
“When terrible things have happened to you, sometimes the promise of something good can be just as frightening.” — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
“You are empty,” I said, my throat working, “and cruel.” “Ah. Yes, now that is true. Would you like to know the greatest secret… — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
“But isn’t absurdity part of being human? We aren’t ageless creatures who watch centuries pass from afar. Our worlds are small, our lives are… — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
“What must it be like? To meet someone, to forge a connection, all in the span of one golden afternoon—only to find out that… — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
“Yet no matter what they were doing, everyone in the forest waited with an indrawn breath, waiting for the taste of autumn, the smell… — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
“What a pretty bird you are," I crooned. His struggling slowed, then stilled. I felt him cock his head. "What a lovely bird," I… — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
