Knives Quotes - Page 7

I would give you my soul in a blackberry pie; and a knife to cut it with.

The knife of historical relativism... which has cut to pieces all metaphysics and religion must also bring about healing.

Pain was something we were expected to endure. But I doubt very much if you would be entirely happy today if a doctor threw a towel in your face and jumped on you with a knife.

Enemies will kill you with a knife in the back. Friends will kill you with kindness. Either way you're dead.

What matters is not whether you put your fork or knife together because you've finished your meal, or something like that. What matters is that you don't offend people, or hurt their feelings by mistake by saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing.

If anyone is tweeting right now, I'm not pulling a knife on David Cronenberg!

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

I can offer you only: this world like a knife

Words are like knives... If you use it the wrong way it transforms into a bad weapon.

Artificial intelligence is based on the assumption that the mind can be described as some kind of formal system manipulating symbols that stand for things in the world. Thus it doesn't matter what the brain is made of, or what it uses for tokens in the great game of thinking. Using an equivalent set of tokens and rules, we can do thinking with a digital computer, just as we can play chess using cups, salt and pepper shakers, knives, forks, and spoons. Using the right software, one system (the mind) can be mapped onto the other (the computer).

To get our universe, with all of its potential for complexities or any kind of potential for any kind of life-form, everything has to be precisely defined on this knife edge of improbability. [Y]ou have to see the hands of a creator who set the parameters to be just so because the creator was interested in something a little more complicated than random particles.

If two people are in love they can sleep on the blade of a knife.

Commas in The New Yorker fall with the precision of knives in a circus act, outlining the victim.

You've been holding a machete waiting to cut your way through and into the place called Future. You have waited and waited and now this knife has grown dull. But now I am sending angelic hosts to sharpen your weapon and assist in cutting you through. Your tongue has even grown powerless in this last season because your faith and hope have been deferred. But this is NOW! I will put MY Word in your mouth. You will speak with a new vigor. I AM sharpening your tongue. Get ready, for all things are being sharpened. Get ready, for you will now cut and your way will open up.

Don't wait for the good woman. She doesn't exist. There are women who can make you feel more with their bodies and their souls but these are the exact women who will turn the knife into you right in front of the crowd.

I think the biggest thing is clean as you go. Wash all your knives, cutting boards, dishes, when you are done cooking, not look at a sink full of dishes after you are done. Cleaning as you go helps keep away cross contamination and you avoid having food borne bacteria.

Self-harm - the world will come at you with knives anyway. You do not need to beat them to it.

You will always be the bread and the knife, not to mention the crystal goblet and—somehow—the wine.

Of all the works of man I like best Those which have been used. The copper pots with their dents and flattened edges The knives and forks whose wooden handles Have been worn away by many hands: such forms Seemed to me the noblest.

All the dead bolts, pulled shades and hidden knives in the world couldn't protect you from the truth.

I'm still not certain on the nature of the spork, whether it is a fork and a spoon, or a fork and a knife mixed together, or maybe a fork and a fork on top. Life is full of mysteries yeah man

A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.

The two women exchanged the type of glance women use when there is no knife handy.

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

The knives of jealousy are honed on details.