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Daggers Quotes

A dagger is the noble weapon of Brutus. Everyone understands that tyrants fall to daggers. A bomb is a sordid modern device with many complex working parts. Only engineers understand bombs Bruce Sterling
whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. i will kiss thy lips some poisin doth hang on them, to help me die with a restorative. thy lips are warm. yea noise then ill be brief oh happy dagger this is thy sheath. there rust and let me die. William Shakespeare
There is no pain greater than this; not the cut of a jagged-edged dagger nor the fire of a dragon's breath. Nothing burns in your heart like the emptiness of losing something, someone, before you truly have learned of its value R. A. Salvatore
George R. R. Martin quote: "His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird...."
His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life. George R. R. Martin
Who was it that thus cried? why? worthy thane, you do unbend your noble strength to think so brainsickly of things. Go get some water and wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there. Go carry them and smear the sleepy grooms with blood." lady macbeth William Shakespeare
James Joyce quote: "Unsheathe your dagger definitions; Horseness is the Whatness..."
Unsheathe your dagger definitions; Horseness is the Whatness of All Horse... James Joyce
The ruby at Melisandre's throat gleamed red. "It is not those foes who curse you to your face that you must fear, but those who smile when you are looking and sharpen their knives when you turn your back. You would do well to keep your wolf close beside you. Ice, I see, and daggers in the dark. Blood frozen red and hard, and naked steel. It was very cold."It is always cold on the Wall."You think so?"I know so, my lady."Then you know nothing, Jon Snow," she whispered. George R. R. Martin
Fear not the phantom of death, My Countrymen, for his greatness. And mercy will refuse to approach. Your smallness; and dread not the Dagger, for it will decline to be. Lodged in your shallow hearts. Khalil Gibran
Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil William Shakespeare
Ray Bradbury quote: "They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers..."
They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sale. Ray Bradbury
THERE WAS A TIME"There was a time, everything was fine. You got drunk on the day like it was wine. And all the children, They put flowers in their hair. And all the grown-ups, They put daggers there instead. Marc Bolan
They pointed at each other, with starlight burning in their limbs like daggers and icicles and fireflies, and then fell to judging their limbs again, each finding himself intact, hot, excited, stunned, awed, and the other, ah yes, that other over there, unreal, a ghostly prism flashing the accumulated light of distant worlds…. … Now Tomas laughed. “You’re blind!” “I see very well. You are the one who does not see. Ray Bradbury
Edward stretched out his arm, his hand curled into a fist. Seth grinned, revealing the long row of dagger teeth, and bumped his nose against Edward's hand."Nice teamwork," Edward murmured. Stephenie Meyer
As she slept amidst the rolling grasslands, Catelyn dreamt that Bran was shole again, that Arya and Sansa held hands, that Rickon was still a babe at her breast. Robb, crownless, played with a wooden sword, and when all were safe asleep, she found Ned in her bed, smiling. Sweet it was, sweet and gone too soon. Dawn came cruel, a dagger of light. She woke aching and alone and weary; weary of riding, weary of hurting, weary of duty. I want to weep, she thought, I want to be comforted. I'm... George R. R. Martin
I envision a style: a style that would be beautiful, that someone will invent some day, ten years or ten centuries from now, one that would be rhythmic as verse, precise as the language of the sciences, undulant, deep-voiced as a cello, tipped with flame: a style that would pierce your idea like a dagger, and on which your thought would sail easily ahead over a smooth surface, like a skiff before a good tail wind. Gustave Flaubert

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