
Top 47 Quotes About The Scythe
#2. She pushed Adam firmly back, once and for all, and turned to face the demon, the crescent moon of the scythe's blade circling over her head as a vane signals a change in the weather.
The wind was finally blowing her way.
Erin Kellison
#4. Although the scythe isn't pre-eminent among the weapons of war, anyone who has been on the wrong end of, say, a peasants' revolt will know that in skilled hands it is fearsome.
Terry Pratchett
#5. Uh, yeah, I do. The scythe was a little tricky at first, but - much like golf - turns out it's all in the swing.
Rachel Vincent
#6. A physician can sometimes parry the scythe of death, but has no power over the sand in the hourglass.
Hester Lynch Piozzi
#8. Which is sharper? The hatchet that cuts down dreams? Or the scythe that clears a path for another?
Pam Munoz Ryan
#9. It had all seemed as inevitable as sunset. Instead it was the beauty of the sun glinting upon the scythe.
Suzanne Finnamore
#10. To find the Scythe of Nen, I first had to find possibly the most elusive quarry I'd ever had to locate in my entire seeking career: a virgin on an island full of college students.
Lisa Shearin
#11. It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346, to name just a few. Forget the scythe, Goddamn it, I needed a broom or a mop. And I needed a vacation.
Markus Zusak
#12. You have waged bitter and undeclared war upon the green, gutting the rain forests, mile after mile, day after day, but know this: the war has come home! It is man's turn to embrace the scythe.
Alan Moore
#13. Whatever shall we do in that remote spot? Well, we will write our memoirs. Work is the scythe of time.
Napoleon Bonaparte
#14. The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover, Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank, Conceives by idleness, and nothing teems But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burrs, Losing both beauty and utility.
William Shakespeare
#15. A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)
Markus Zusak
#16. Recreation is intended to the mind as whetting is to the scythe, to sharpen the edge of it, which otherwise would grow dull and blunt,
as good no scythe as no edge.
Joseph Hall
#17. Before falling to the scythe the weeds enjoy a little breeze.
Peter Levitt
#18. You talk of the scythe of Time, and the tooth of Time: I tell you, Time is scytheless and toothless; it is we who gnaw like the worm - we who smite like the scythe. It is ourselves who abolish - ourselves who consume: we are the mildew, and the flame.
John Ruskin
#19. It had to be Death. No-one else went around with empty eye sockets and, of course, the scythe over one shoulder was another clue.
Terry Pratchett
#20. Leaving the path to follow the heart, to help someone, is anything... but reckless.
Adam Scythe
#21. Thousands of years ago, after the big Titan-God war, the gods had sliced him into bits with his own scythe and scattered his remains in Tartarus, which is like the gods' bottomless recycling bin for their enemies.
Rick Riordan
#22. And her voice cut through the noise like a scythe through a poodle.
Daniel O'Malley
#23. Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root.
Edward Young
#24. We must be quite the sight. Raffe in his red mask with his demon wings spread out in all their scythe-edged glory. A scrawny teenage Daughter of Man brandishing an archangel sword. And a little girl stitched-up to look and behave like a nightmare who is clutching a pair of angel wings.
Susan Ee
#25. 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,
Terry Pratchett
#26. They want me to kill him because he didn't do well on their tests. This is a mismatch. I am Darwin's scythe. Nature scraping away the chaff.
Pierce Brown
#27. Kronos himself paced at the top of the plaza, swinging his scythe
Rick Riordan
#28. I can't look people in the eye and tell them that they're going to die anymore.
Rebecca McNutt
#29. What colour was her scythe?"
"Sadly, I wasn't able to take the time to appreciate its subtle hues as it tore through my skin.
Gina Damico
#30. The miser is counting his gold pieces, unaware of Death, who holds two clear symbols: an hourglass and a pitchfork."
"Why a pitchfork and not a scythe?"
"Because Death reaps but the Devil harvests
Arturo Perez-Reverte
#31. Then we leave together,' he whispered. Just that, nothing else.
And for the first time since they met, Scythe cried.
Drew Karpyshyn
#32. Remorseless time! fierce spirit of the glass and scythe,
what power can stay him in his silent course, or melt his iron heart with pity!
George D. Prentice
#33. Everyone knows that time is Death, that Death hides in clocks. Imposing another time powered by the Clock of the Imagination, however, can refuse his law. Here, freed of the Grim Reaper's scythe, we learn that pain is knowledge and all knowledge pain.
Federico Fellini
#34. I am alone on this road strewn with bones and bordered by ruins! Angels have their brothers, and demons have their infernal companions. Yet I have but the sound of my scythe when it harvests, my whistling arrows, my galloping horse. Always the sound of the same wave eating away at the world
Gustave Flaubert
#35. Behold, my children!" she said. "The instrument of my revenge. I will call it a scythe!"
The Titans muttered among themselves: What is that for? Why is it curved? How do you spell scythe?
Rick Riordan
#36. The village schoolmaster took us for instructive walks ('what you hear is the sound of a scythe being sharpened' ; 'that field there will be given a rest next season ';'oh, just a small bird...no special name '; 'if that peasant is drunk, it is because he is poor ') 71
Vladimir Nabokov
#37. There are times when the air that floats between mortals becomes, in its stillness and silence, as cruel as the edge of a scythe.
Mervyn Peake
#38. Vic twisted her head to peer back over her shoulder, wanting another look, and saw three other children emerging out of the alley behind her. One appeared to be holding a scythe; two of them were barefoot. Barefoot in the snow.
Joe Hill
#39. Returning his pen to its holder, he told us, 'I will have him gutted with that scythe. I will hang him by his own intestines.' At this piece of dramatic exposition, I could not hep but roll my eyes. A length of intestines would not carry the weight of a child, much less a full grown man.
Patrick DeWitt
#40. Scythe Curie seemed a mix of many emotions, but she folded them all away, like clothes that no longer fit, and closed the drawer. Citra expected she never spoke of this to anyone else, and would probably never speak of it again.
Neal Shusterman
#41. Women, on the other hand, had to wield their intellects like a scythe, hacking away against the stubborn underbrush of low expectations.
Margot Lee Shetterly
#42. Death and his scythe do not come. No sweeping black capes or ethereal escapes. There's no pearly gate, no prisms of colors as his soul slips away. The stillness is cold steel. The silence is empty with no memory to mend it.
Laura Kreitzer
#43. He says tools but somebody will mention the cutting edges of things and one will see billhook, scythe, fauchard, debris, wood chips and sketches all entangled like words in summertime, when crickets and corn, lives and vines, sunflowers and stormy hours touch and quench one another.
Nicole Brossard
#44. There were bad times before, and you are still here... Living, breathing, feeling the wind on your skin. Let everything go and feel it!
Adam Scythe
#45. Fear not the waking world, my mortal,
Fear not the flat, synthetic blood,
Nor the heart in the ribbing metal.
Fear not the tread, the seeded milling,
The trigger and scythe, the bridal blade,
Nor the flint in the lover's mauling.
Dylan Thomas
#46. Death comes walking across the countryside swinging that scythe, and he might get you or he might not.
John Marsden
#47. Yes, well, irony is no protection when you can feel the breeze from his scythe on your skin and hear the rustle of his wings.
Michael Gruber
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