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The only way I'll really smile is if you cut me ear to ear.
Scissors! Scissors! Have ye got yer ane scissors?? Are ye deaf??
When he spoke, his words seared through the air like so many knives, clipped as topiary, crisp as biscuits.
18Some people make cutting remarks, but the words of the wise bring healing.
My mother," he said, "has invited us to a ball."
Elena pulled a blade from one of the butter-soft forearm sheaths that had been a gift from Raphael. "Excuse me while I stab myself in the eyes-and disembowel myself while I'm at it.
Cutting people. Those women were
It is with wits as with razors, which are never so apt to cut those they are employed on as when they have lost their edge.
The tongue is sharper than a sword.
Liam's lips tightened. "She's only a little girl. She doesn't know anything about swords. What if she cuts herself? It's sharp, right?"
"Of course it is sharp, Liam. What would be the point ot having a sword that wasn't?
There is no knife that cuts so sharply and with such poisoned blade as treachery.
Words were his weapon of choice, and he used them like knives.
Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.
Didn't expect to see you here," Jordan said.
My eyes cut to Rachel, and I smiled sweetly. "Obviously. Hey, Rachel. Good to see you again."
Hopefully, Jordan would know what I really meant, which was I'd cut a bitch if I could.
A cut from Keira would be like getting sliced with tiny, sharp razorblades. You don't feel the pain until it's too late. ~ Dillan Pope
Emotionlessly she kissed me in the vineyard and walked off down the row. We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked up at each other for the last time.
She was a cutter. Only saying she was a cutter might be an understatement. She was a destroyer of beautiful things.
While you make pretty speeches I'm being cut to shreds You feed me to the lions A delicate balance
I like the cuts - they comfort me - I can't lie.
Knowledge is not for knowing: knowledge is for cutting.
If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.
I am made of words. Cut me & I bleed sentences. Read me, & I speak to your soul.
Words are alive. Cut them and they bleed.
I had never 'taken a cutting' before ... Do you realize that the whole thing is miraculous? It is exactly as though you were to cut off your wife's leg, stick it in the lawn, and be greeted on the following day by an entirely new woman, sprung from the leg, advancing across the lawn to meet you.
walking, as it were, on a razor's edge,
He was bright as broken glass and sharp enough to cut himself.
A knife may scar a body, but a careless word will wound a soul.
My eyes were still closed when Damian grabbed my left hand, forced it palm-down on the cutting board and WHAM! He severed the tip of my pinky finger off, sliced the top third - nail, bone and all - clean off,
Cut the attacker down, to cut them down to their very soul
He is not angry now; knives are not angry. He is not tearful now; knives are not tearful. He is simply sharp and keen and inevitable.
That's when I wanted to cut. I cut to quiet the cacophony. I cut to end this abstracted agony, to reel my selves back to one present and physical whole, whose blood was the proof of her tangibility.
Be like the single blade of grass. For she too, has been trampled on, mowed down, and hit with such bitterly cold stretches that she had to shut down to survive. Yet still she stands upright with dignity, knowing that she endures, and still she dances with the wind.
A sharp knife cuts the quickest and hurts the least.
She cuts with daggerous eyes of fire
Words like poison coat fangs of bad intent
And biting remarks carve into holiday delights
Leaving dark the places once light.
Cutting a person's throat is not as easy as I thought it would be.
single word. I know she cut his hair, but that's
She scissored the curls away, and - toms, grow easily sentimental over their haircuts, but I remember this sensation very vividly - it was not like she was cutting hair, it was as if I had a pair of wings beneath my shoulder-blades, that the flesh had all grown over, and she was slicing free ...
Cutting edges are always a little rough ...
I bite my fingernails till they look like disease, pull strips of my skin away. Get Daddy's razor out cabinet. Cut cut cut arm wrist, not trying to die, trying to plug myself back in. (111)
I am made of words. When you cut me, I bleed sentences. When you read me, I speak to your soul.
Mind so sharp,I fuck around and cut my head off
I keep cutting. For him. For me. For ruining lives.
Apparently, I'm good at that.
He'd fashioned himself into one hard edge. He was all blade and no handle. If she held him close, she'd risk being cut.
You're like a dull knife, it just ain't cutting.
This was not a beauty that warmed one. It cut, like a weapon. There was no nuance of gentleness in her, no shading of care, but fair she was, as is the flight of an arrow before it kills.
His fine wit Makes such a wound, the knife is lost in it.
If I ever bore you, it'll be with a knife.
Discipline and constant work are the whetstones upon which the dull knife of talent is honed until it becomes sharp enough, hopefully, to cut through even the toughest meat and gristle.
I made the first cut razor thin. A gentle kiss on virgin skin.
like an angry diamond,
If Rilke cut himself shaving, he would bleed poetry.
The men in the room suddenly realized that they did not want to know her better. She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.
And she held her sword, and she smiled like a knife.
Two words, Super Cuts.
I wouldn't say that cutting was pleasurable, but there is a sense of euphoria that follows cutting yourself. The quick pinch of pain and the sight of blood snaps you back to the surface and you start to appreciate being alive.
To cut and slash are two different things. Cutting, whatever form of cutting it is, is decisive, with a resolute spirit. Slashing is nothing more than touching the enemy.
She carried a knife inside of herself now, one that was always cutting her. She could feel it every time she swallowed, every time her thoughts strayed from the splendor of the wild.
Wrists are for bracelets not cutting
You have to do the cutting yourself, to let out the pain inside. Getting someone else to slice you up is cheating.
It cuts like a knife, but it feels so right ...
With all the sweetness of a chocolate-coated razor-blade.
One of These Days I'm Going to Cut You Into Little Pieces.
Practically raised by wolves, we had joked. The monster and the metaphor, and the way they match up that makes the double-edged word of wit. And then you realize what your words have done, and you weep because you're both bleeding.
Some people hurt themselves with a blade and others do it with poisonous thoughts
I am not kind, I cut people off as with shears and I drop them like nettles.
You've always been handy with a knife, Mother
life is a knife and it stabs
A knife slash with a sharp blade almost never caused pain unless delivered with force. As the skin parted, there was only a stinging sensation. Spinning,
But, on the instant, came the sweep and flash of Jonathan's great knife. I shrieked as I saw it shear through the throat. Whilst at the same moment Mr. Morris's bowie knife plunged into the heart.
I have only one question, my sister and my friend," she said, so earnestly that Kethry came out of her own fear and looked deeply into the shadowed eyes that met hers. "And that is this; which way do you want them sliced - lengthwise, or widthwise?
Here words can kill - literally.
She stabbed Redford in the back with lefty scissors!
I looked down at my clothes. They were slashed to pieces and full of bullet holes, but I was fine. Not a mark on me.
Nico's mouth hung open. "You just ... with a sword ... you just - "
"I think the river thing worked," I said.
"Oh gee," he said sarcastically. "You think?
Every heart needs a cutting part sharper than a blade to stab agony
Incunk warriors and sisters who cut themselves and fathers who cut - (hush Lisey hush) She'd only lie there, leave it at that.
The sword the body wounds, sharp words the mind.
The world's all razors, that cut you no matter what you do.
You hurt her by starving yourself, you hurt her with your lies, and by fighting everybody who tries to help you. Emma can only sleep a couple of hours a night now. She's haunted by nightmares of monsters that eat our whole family. They eat us slowly, she says, so we can feel their sharp teeth.
Now she has lived long enough to know that cutting up women is a sport older than cricket but just as popular and equally full of obscure rituals and intricate rules that everyone seems to know except her.
Every blade has two edges; he who wounds with one wounds himself with the other.
To cut and to slash are two different things. Cutting, whatever form of cutting it is, is decisive, with a resolute spirit. Slashing is nothing more than touching the enemy. Even if you slash strongly, and even if the enemy dies instantly, it is slashing. When you cut, your spirit is resolved.
thou art the best o' the cut-throats
I think I ought to cut my hair off," said Maia, one morning, as she tore yet another tooth out of Finn's comb.
"No. That's a bad idea."
Maia looked up, surprised. "But you wanted Clovis to cut his hair."
"That was different.
It seemed to me the way it must feel to people who cut themselves on purpose. Not pretty, but clean. Not good, but void of regret. I was trying to heal. Trying to get the bad out of my system so I could be good again. To cure me of myself.
Never had she danced so beautifully; the sharp knives cut her feet, but she did not feel it, for the pain in her heart was far greater.
Tomorrow I have to break Clipper's heart. Really bust it open. - Tea
I'm actually a pretty clean-cut person.
You underestimate how deeply you cut when your intentions carry no knives.
With temerity and defiance, obstinance and patience, she chipped away at every hard edge of me until there was nothing left but the truths I feared. The bent and broken.
She sliced like a knife through everything; at the same time was outside, looking on.
Surgery is just stabbing in a courteous environment
It was like death by a thousand paper cuts.
With the flat smile of the deeply inconvenienced.
Nicci looked up at Kahlan. "Knives are not my talent." "It's not hard," Kahlan said as she pressed the handle into Nicci's hand. "When the time is right, just stick the pointed end somewhere important in someone you really don't like.
Just so long as Charlotte doesn't know what was going on," said Lesley.
"Don't worry, she went to her room in a fury just because I put down the word cardscissors.
"Which as everyone knows are scissors for cutting cards," said Xemerius. "Essential in every household.
The tongue is not steele, yet it cuts.
[The tongue is not steel yet it cuts.]
Like some scurrilous king stripped of his vestiture and driven together with his fool into the wilderness to die.
I'm going to cut you," Georgiana murmured. "I'm going to mark that face of yours and show him what I'm capable of."
"He'd still love me," Elizabeth whispered. "It's a concept you could never understand, Georgiana.
These words are razors to my wounded heart".
Like a fall of timber he chopped himself to bed.
Surely: the adverb of a man without an argument.
Well I stand up next to a mountain, and I chop it down with the edge of my hand