When I walked into the room, I looked down to the floor and saw that each and every garment I owned had been pulled from its rightful place and had been meticulously sliced into countless...

I think if you would have cut Houdini with a knife, blood wouldn’t come out, PR would.

I both made the knife-fighting team, and I got cut. If only love were so easy to understand.

I’ll have your heart, if not by gift my knife Shall carve it out. I’ll have your heart, your life.

I bought you a box of karate chops, but it could be dangerous to open it with a knife. And cats are masters at getting into boxes, so here, try opening it with my portable...

My friend told me I went over to this guy and he pulled a knife.

Love is like a knife. It can either hurt you or it’s too dangerous to hold on too.

I’ll stab you with a pointy thingy. Not a sword, a knife, or even a mountaintop. No, I’ll use my index finger—and just to make a point about violence.

You live by the gun and knife, and die by the gun and knife.

Consider this: when you stand at the entry to a steel factory, you can make out through the smoke some men, some metal, the fires. The furnaces roar, the hammers crash; and the metalworkers who...

Most scars are invisible. Damn transparent knives. Does anything cut deeper than love? I need to get some new body armor.

She knows what it’s like to love someone who cannot love you back. Someone who needs you, holds you, yes, but someone who will never know that love is the knife in your heart.

Dreams and Happiness are…drugs. And the pain that follows is not less than a sharp knife…or a sharp-nail. It bleeds without blood. You just feel it. With every sense you have got, on every single...

Once she was gone, I knelt next to Annabeth and felt her forehead. She was still burning up.”You’re cute when you’re worried,” she muttered. “Your eyebrows get all scrunched together.””You are not going to die...

The truth is I did try to stab him. I tried to stab him with a butter knife. Why? Because it seemed deadlier than trying to stab him with a melting stick of butter.

Sometimes I wished I could cut away old memories and let the wind take them. If a sharp knife could pare away the weakness of those days, I would slice until nothing but the hard...

There it is again. Promises. They used to hold such high value when I was younger. Now they just bore into my heart like a knife just waiting to twist. I brush the sand from...

Loss is a knife, constantly cutting, but over time the blade dulls, and the cuts aren’t as sharp. It’s always there in the drawer, but you realize it doesn’t cut as deeply anymore.

There’ll be no more music, Father. But there’ll be this!” He stepped into the dark, picked up the knife, and held it under their noses. “Go home. Tell your people what you saw and heard...

That’s such bullshit, Mythology repeated by parents because it lets them force their kids into sports and push them too hard by pretending that in the end it will pay off with the holy scholarship....

I was terrified of my weakness, of my sharp tongue, ofmy every flaw. I was terrified that this moment, my chance tolive in happiness for however short a time we may have had,would be ruined...

She fantasized sometimes too about killing him a little: a little poison in his pudding, a little flick-flick-flick with a fillet knife at his throat.

The moon was a crescent, thin and sharp as the blade of a knife.

I love the French edition with its uncut pages. I would not want a reader too lazy to use a knife on me.

Sex was lovely. Sex was sublime. Sex was flesh and cock and suck and fuck and come. This night sex was starlight. Sex was oxygen. Sex was us, and we were beautiful, beautiful and perfect...

I knew a kid who stuck a knife in the toaster on a few occasions. He learned it hurt. He grew up to be a great electrician.

The words I love you, as a unit, are like a knife that only stings once you remove the blade from the relationship.

…good words – that triumphalism of positivity- but life will claw and eat you – chew you over and over – if you carry such a small knife …

What must it be like to have such faith in the world, in plans, in your own ability to control your fate? It was contagious, that’s what it was. I could not help it. I...

Everything can be used as a weapon, including love. My love looks like a butter knife, but I assure you, it is quite deadly. I would demonstrate, but I’m right in the middle of making...

He was dropped under a streetlamp, the only person left on the bus. A patch of mauled light. Gritty pavement, scarred with a million cigarette burns. Weeds and spit and oil. Place like this, the...

I tried very hard not to ponder the horrible irony that I was too ugly to love, and too ugly not to violate.

I don’t need a steak knife to cut my meat. That’s why karate chops were created. I’m like a butter knife, only slightly less deadly. But I’m great with bagels—and disobedient old people.

I turn off my cell phone and reluctantly slide it down my pocket. My hands are shaking. A large knife appears in his hand.”William Wilson in the short story ‘Metro’ by Steen Langstrup

Murphy hakupenda kupoteza muda. Alinyanyuka na kumimina risasi, Mungu akamsaidia akadondosha wawili huku wengine wakipotea kwa kuruka vibaya na kukwepa. Kwa kasi Murphy alikimbia huku ameinama mpaka katika milango mikubwa ya nje, ambayo sasa ilikuwa...

I had a dream about you. We were actors in a horror movie and I was hunting you down with a knife. When I finally cornered you the director yelled “Cut”…. What? I can’t be...