Reaper Quote by Oscar Wilde Download Open image “Never so sweet a repast as the Reaper's when you tread upon the threshold of a Quiznos.” — Oscar Wilde ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.6 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Reaper Sweet Threshold
Let us award a just, a brilliant homage to those rare men whom nature has endowed with the precious privilege of arranging a thousand… — Francois Arago Copy Share Image
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“And tongues, loose from those same commercial spirits and delights, cry out, shouting my name, or cursing it. Not the name my mother gave… — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Pathetic mortal,” the reaper sneered. “You disgust me, speaking of death so cavalierly yet cowering at a pale shadow of its visage. You don't… — Christopher Kai Copy Share Image
Swinish gluttony never looks to heaven amidst its gorgeous feast; but with besotted, base ingratitude, cravens and blasphemes his feeder. — John Milton Copy Share Image
As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee. As still to the star of its worship, though clouded, The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea, So dark when I roam in this… — Charles Lamb Copy Share
Go ye, who rest so placidly upon the sacred Bard who had been young, and when he strung his harp was old, and had never seen the righteous forsaken, or his seed begging their bread; go, Teachers of content and honest pride, into the mine, the mill, the forge, the squalid depths of deepest ignorance, and uttermost abyss of man's… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
The busy chatter of the heat Shrilled like a parakeet; And shuddering at the noonday light The dust lay dead and white As powder on a mummy's face, Or fawned with simian grace Round booths with many a hard bright toy And wooden brittle joy: The cap and bells of Time the Clown That, jangling, whistled down Young cherubs hidden… — Edith Sitwell Copy Share
When we grow careless of keeping our souls, then God recovers our taste of good things again by sharp crosses. — Richard Sibbes Copy Share Image
Narcotic greens narcotic greens like reeling firmaments disclose in their appearing randomness the sweetest means that you or she or any wandering Thales might… — Marianne Bluger Copy Share Image
“Sniffer of carrion, premature gravedigger, seeker of the nest of evil in the bosom of a good word, you, who sleep at our vigil and fast for our feast, you with your dislocated reason, have cutely foretold, a jophet in your own absence, by blind poring upon your many scalds and burns and blisters, impetiginous sore and pustules, by the… — James Joyce Copy Share
The books that the world calls immoral are the books that show the world its own shame. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Bachelors should be heavily taxed. It is not fair that some men should be happier than others — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Basil my dear boy puts everything that is charming in him into his work. The consequence is that he has nothing left for life but his prejudices his principles and his common sense. The only artists I have ever known who are personally delightful are bad artists. Good artists exist simply in what they make and consequently are perfectly uninteresting… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share
I don't at all like knowing what people say of me behind my back. It makes me far too conceited. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“If these elements of beauty are real, the whole thing simply appeals to our sense of dramatic effect. Suddenly we find that we are… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.” — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Men always want to be a womans first love. Women have a more subtle instinct: What they like is to be a mans last… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
The lush green of the fields became a rich gold that swayed sturdily under the wind and fell at last before the hands of… — Martha Ostenso Copy Share Image
“Some people loathe the act of killing a person at first, but as they continue to do it, it can feel like a game.… — Pauline Creeden Copy Share Image
Charlie whistled "Amazing Grace" as he drove. It was all I could do not to whip my head around and snap, Are you kidding… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
I have been taunting the Reaper into taking a free scythe in my direction and have now succumbed to something so predictable and banal… — Christopher Hitchens Copy Share Image
Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
And I don't think I want to meet this super-reaper." Nash stuffed his hands in his front pockets. "The garden variety's weird enough. — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
Your mortal attachments are like a puppet’s strings," Avari said, both hands clasped casually at his back. "One need only pluck the right cord… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
Still, this whole grim reaper thing should have come with a manual. Or a diagram of some kind. A flowchart would have been nice. — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
Some day soon, reaper, your mouth is going to be the source of your own destruction." "That does seem likely, doesn’t it?" Tod glanced… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
Oddly, because she has that confidence, the people around her like her more. She becomes more a part of the Reaper family, and she… — Ellen Muth Copy Share Image
I'm so happy dancing while the grim reaper cuts, cuts, cuts, but he can't get me. I'm as clever as can be, and I'm… — Danny Elfman Copy Share Image
