Dagger Quotes
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“Sometimes in life, from out of a myriad of prosaic decisions like what to eat and where to sleep and how to dress, a true crossroads is revealed. In these moments, when the fog of relative irrelevancy lifts and fate rolls out a demand for free will, there is only left or right – no option of four-by-fouring into the underbrush between two paths, no negotiating with the choice that has been presented. You must answer the call and pick your way. And there is no reverse. ”
― Lover Avenged
― Lover Avenged
“He drew the dagger and laid it on the table between them; a length of dragonbone and Valyrian steel, as sharp as the difference between right and wrong, between true and false, between life and death.”
― A Game of Thrones
― A Game of Thrones
“He sharpened his flaws and disappointments into daggers.”
― The Boy With The Thorn In His Side
― The Boy With The Thorn In His Side
“We match each other stroke for stroke until I get a hit on her right arm.
She tries to switch sword arms, but I jab my scim at her wrist faster than she can parry. Her scim goes flying, and I tackle her. Her white-blonde hair tumbles free of her bun.
“Surrender!” I pin her down at the wrists, but she trashes and rips one arm free, scrabbling for a dagger at her waist. Steel stabs at my ribs, and seconds later, I am on my back with a blade at my throat.
“Ha!” She leans down, her hair falling around us like a shimmering silver curtain.”
― An Ember in the Ashes
She tries to switch sword arms, but I jab my scim at her wrist faster than she can parry. Her scim goes flying, and I tackle her. Her white-blonde hair tumbles free of her bun.
“Surrender!” I pin her down at the wrists, but she trashes and rips one arm free, scrabbling for a dagger at her waist. Steel stabs at my ribs, and seconds later, I am on my back with a blade at my throat.
“Ha!” She leans down, her hair falling around us like a shimmering silver curtain.”
― An Ember in the Ashes
“What could you possibly write at Gates of Hades?” Cadmus asked.
“Keep your spirits up.” Lycon sheathed the dagger he’d used to chisel the trunk.
Cadmus shook his head. “Idiot.”
― Chasing Odysseus
“Keep your spirits up.” Lycon sheathed the dagger he’d used to chisel the trunk.
Cadmus shook his head. “Idiot.”
― Chasing Odysseus
“Assail: We keep this up and I'll talk to you more than I speak with my own mahmen.
Vishous: Isn't she dead?
Assail: Yes.
Vishous: Some bastards have all the luck.”
― The Beast
Vishous: Isn't she dead?
Assail: Yes.
Vishous: Some bastards have all the luck.”
― The Beast
“Is this a dagger I see before me?' he mumbled.
'Um. No, my lord. It's my handkerchief, you see. You can sort of tell the difference if you look closely. It doesn't have as many sharp edges.”
― Wyrd Sisters
'Um. No, my lord. It's my handkerchief, you see. You can sort of tell the difference if you look closely. It doesn't have as many sharp edges.”
― Wyrd Sisters
“He had seen bigger men than he with mummy's handkerchief clutched in on hand and a bloody dagger in the other.”
― Airman
― Airman
“My mind refuses to focus on the one thing I know is true: Ma. Sprawled on the floor, soaked in blood, a dagger driven through her chest. 'What have you done, Shae?”
― Hush
― Hush
“The Shadow Spokeswoman for Unbelievable Lies steps out of the circling assassins. She is Casca, she is Cassius, and she is Marcus Brutus. She channels them all. She is carrying a long glinting dagger, as sharp as a razor fabricated from the steel callousness of a woman whose lies have destroyed the life of her former lover. She is a silent cat climbing steps of air to a platform of the purest hate. She is a Death’s Head butterfly emerging from an encircling teardrop of one of her victims. Her eyes are fixed in an impassive stare. She has come from William Blake’s House of Death. She is a stone heart. She is a machine. A rain of blood falls on her, on her alone. She is horror.”
― Regatta De Mort: The Mad God
― Regatta De Mort: The Mad God
“Forget- me- not’— I like that for a dagger. It leaves a lasting impression.”
― The Legendary Inge
― The Legendary Inge
“She'd selected a dagger and he'd grinned. Pointy end goes into your enemy.”
― A Court of Silver Flames
― A Court of Silver Flames
“Assail: Tell me, is your Dom reputation just talk, or are you truly that perverted?
Vishous: Waste my time with gossip and I'll answer that firsthand.
Assail: Kinky.”
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Vishous: Waste my time with gossip and I'll answer that firsthand.
Assail: Kinky.”
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“A small, decorative dagger was embedded in her stomach. She was doomed. Even still, Hawk could not leave her.”
― Children of the Dead City
― Children of the Dead City
“The irony lies in the dagger he holds, ghameh. A homonym for both dagger and sorrow in Farsi.”
― Tajrish
― Tajrish
“Duchess Teerman shook her head. 'What are you doing with a dagger, Penellaphe?'
'Don't my best not to die,' I told her.”
― From Blood and Ash
'Don't my best not to die,' I told her.”
― From Blood and Ash
“Duchess Teerman shook her head. 'What are you doing with a dagger, Penellaphe?'
'Doing my best not to die,' I told her.”
― From Blood and Ash
'Doing my best not to die,' I told her.”
― From Blood and Ash
“I should be asleep. So should you.'
'The sun will be up sooner than we realise, but you're not going to sleep anytime soon. You're as tense as a bowstring.'
'Well, sleeping on the hard, cold ground of the Blood Forest, waiting for a Craven to attempt to rip my throat out, or a barrat to eat my face isn't exactly soothing.'
'A Craven will not get to you. Neither will a barrat.'
'I know. I have my dagger under my bag.'
'Of course, you do.”
― From Blood and Ash
'The sun will be up sooner than we realise, but you're not going to sleep anytime soon. You're as tense as a bowstring.'
'Well, sleeping on the hard, cold ground of the Blood Forest, waiting for a Craven to attempt to rip my throat out, or a barrat to eat my face isn't exactly soothing.'
'A Craven will not get to you. Neither will a barrat.'
'I know. I have my dagger under my bag.'
'Of course, you do.”
― From Blood and Ash
“All the shadowed faces turned toward Adelaide. They still looked to her for leadership. Once, it had been like the weight of Cyr on her shoulder: uncomfortable and irritating at times, but worth it.
Now it was like trying to juggle torches: dangerous and terrifying.
For she now knew that her actions could scorch them.”
― The Hope of Dragons
Now it was like trying to juggle torches: dangerous and terrifying.
For she now knew that her actions could scorch them.”
― The Hope of Dragons
“Some conversations stay in your heart forever like the dagger someone has stabbed you with and left there, never letting you forget the words that cut so deeply.”
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“Some conversations stay in your heart forever like the dagger someone has stabbed you with and left it there, never letting you forget the words that cut so deeply.”
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