Scythes Quotes - Page 2

• The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover, Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank, Conceives by idleness, and nothing teems But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burrs, Losing both beauty and utility.

  William Shakespeare

  Weed, Green, Docks

  'Henry V' (1599) act 5, sc. 2, l. 44

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• A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)

  Markus Zusak

  Ideas, Halos, Way

  Markus Zusak (2013). “The Book Thief: Enhanced Movie Tie-in Edition”, p.75, RH Childrens Books

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• Although the scythe isn't pre-eminent among the weapons of war, anyone who has been on the wrong end of, say, a peasants' revolt will know that in skilled hands it is fearsome.

  Terry Pratchett

  War, Hands, Weapons

  "Mort (Discworld, Book 4)". Book by Terry Pratchett, November 12, 1987.

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• Returning his pen to its holder, he told us, 'I will have him gutted with that scythe. I will hang him by his own intestines.' At this piece of dramatic exposition, I could not hep but roll my eyes. A length of intestines would not carry the weight of a child, much less a full grown man.

  Patrick deWitt

  Children, Eye, Men

  Patrick deWitt (2011). “The Sisters Brothers”, p.80, Granta Books

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• I have been taunting the Reaper into taking a free scythe in my direction and have now succumbed to something so predictable and banal that it bores even me.

  Christopher Hitchens

  Reaper, Bores, Taunting

  Christopher Hitchens (2012). “Mortality”, p.9, Hachette UK

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• Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine
  The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights
  And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine,
  The foliage of the valleys and the heights.
  Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights;
  The mower's scythe makes music to my ear;
  I am the mother of all dear delights;
  I am the fairest daughter of the year.

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  Daughter, Mother, Spring

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Illustrated)”, p.1047, Delphi Classics

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• So what does Tod look like? Whitewashed skeleton skulking around in a black cape and hood? Carrying a scythe? 'Cause I'm thinking that would cause mass panic in the hospital." ..... "Do you chase after a funeral processions in a long, dirty dress, hair trailing behind you in the wind? I shot him a mock frown. "Have you been following me again?

  Rachel Vincent

  Dirty, Thinking, Hair

  Rachel Vincent (2011). “Soul Screamers Volume One: My Soul to Lose\My Soul to Take\My Soul to Save”, p.184, Harlequin

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• A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTH I do not carry a sickle or scythe. I only wear a hooded black robe when it's cold. And I don't have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me from a distance. You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.

  Markus Zusak

  Distance, Skulls, Mirrors

  Markus Zusak (2016). “The Book Thief: 10th Anniversary Edition”, p.225, Random House

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• I am alone on this road strewn with bones and bordered by ruins! Angels have their brothers, and demons have their infernal companions. Yet I have but the sound of my scythe when it harvests, my whistling arrows, my galloping horse. Always the sound of the same wave eating away at the world

  Gustave Flaubert

  Brother, Horse, Angel

  Gustave Flaubert (1991). “Early Writings”, p.147, U of Nebraska Press

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• Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
  Live regist'red upon our brazen tombs
  And then grace us in the disgrace of death;
  When, spite of cormorant devouring Time,
  Th' endeavor of this present breath may buy
  That honor which shall bate his scythe's keen edge
  And make us heirs of all eternity.

  William Shakespeare

  Book, Grace, Honor

  'Love's Labour's Lost' (1595) act 1, sc. 1, l. 1

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