Blade Quotes

“If I were going to name my blade," Mia said thoughtfully, "I'd call it 'Fluffy.”
― Jay Kristoff, Nevernight

“A naked blade hid nothing, feared nothing. She wanted to be like that. Because that was how you found yourself, created yourself. You didn't hide. You didn't wait for the perfect moment to settle on you like a butterfly, like magic.

You went out and made magic. Made your own wishes come true.”
― Sarah Cross, Kill Me Softly

“The best steel doesn't always shine the brightest.”
― Joe Abercrombie, The Blade Itself

“I am the wound and the blade, the torturer and the flayed.”
― Charles Baudelaire, The Flowers of Evil

“Those two are carved from the same tree." the queen said.
By the same blade." The high king answered and offered her his arm in splendid dignity”
― Victoria Hanley, The Seer and the Sword

“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.”
― Sabaa Tahir, An Ember in the Ashes

“It’s true what they say, that words are the true weapons. Those who fight with steel are limited to the strength of their arm, the reach of their blade, and the timing of their strike; but those who fight with persuasion know no limits – not time, nor status, nor chance.”
― A.J. Darkholme, Rise of the Morningstar

““The healer and the killer
both rely on the blade:
the physician his scalpel,
the assassin his dagger.”

-THE BOOK OF THE ETERNAL ROSE”
― Fiona Paul, Venom

“Some mother fuckers are always trying to ice skate up hill.”
― Wesley Snipes

“Our emotions hold more power over us than blade or poison alike. To embrace freely the entire spectrum of our emotions is to allow a multitude of Trojan horses containing hidden emotional poisons to circumvent the walls of rationalization – walls we need to protect our trust, confidence, understanding, and self-control.”
― A.J. Darkholme, Rise of the Morningstar

“It doesn't matter how green a blade of grass is expected to be, when it's already smashed beneath the feet.”
― Munia Khan

“A blade can be nothing but a blade. Only the hand that picks it up knows that there was ever anything else worth holding.”
― Nora Sakavic, Elysium

“Violence always leads to pain" Trendal Malian- Ishtaria: Prince of Blades”
― Keith Collier

“Here, now. What have we here?" Blade whispered. "A little kitten, all of my own," he purred. "Far from home.”
― Bec McMaster, Kiss of Steel

“I would clean my blades, and wash the blood from my skin.
And I would do it again and again and again.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I am become a blade”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

“Our past is the forge upon which we are hardened and tempered, to prepare us for the present. We are like a fine blade that must be hammered into shape before it can be ready to make its finest cuts.”
― Larry Atchley Jr.

“I won't tell yo anything," I choked out. "So you might as well kill me now."
"Everyone has a limit, little bird." He placed the flat of a blade against my cheek, the edges biting into my skin, I wanted to close my eyes, but I kept them open, glaring at Sarren defiantly, though my jaw hurt from clenching it so hard. "Let's if we can find yours.”
― Julie Kagawa, The Eternity Cure

“Actually, he hadn’t just complained; she’d come home from school one afternoon and found him stabbing his paperback edition with a steak knife, the tip of the blade penetrating the cover and sinking far enough down into the early chapters that he sometimes had trouble pulling it out. When she asked him what he was doing, he explained in a calm and serious voice that he was trying to kill the book before it killed him.”
― Tom Perrotta, The Leftovers

“Every heart needs a cutting part sharper than a blade to stab agony”
― Munia Khan

“Bet you wish you could throw that blade, don't you?' he taunts, knowing I won't break a rule when it can hurt someone in the matches going on around us.

'Bet you wish you didn't know what it feels like to dig out one of my knives, don't you?' I retort.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“What a waste for such a handsome man to be..."
Minna chuckled. "So you find him attractive."
"Who would not, My Queen?"
"Indeed, you are right. Who would not? But alas, no woman will ever find comfort in his arms, or passion in his eyes, though it is not impossible that he should love. A woman willing to sacrifice the hope of children might find great happiness with him if she was prepared to be his friend."
"But would he wish it?”
― T.C. Southwell

“Just another version of glade
Their sharp thoughts lost the axe’s blade
Wooden world requires a chopper
Where serpent becomes grasshopper
Arm-in-arm with arms; dice with death
Ant artilleries curse their breath

From the poem: For Them”
― Munia Khan, To Evince the Blue

“He who is bruised never fear the blade.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“Whoever is bruised fear not the blade.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“Lyla felt his body go rigid a moment before his fist flashed out. Blade deflected Gavin’s punch before it connected with Carmen’s face. The air around them went electric as Gavin went apeshit and launched himself at Carmen. Guards went flying and blood sprayed the luxurious carpet as Gavin’s security team tried to restrain him. Flight attendants screamed and ran off the jet. Lyla caught a glimpse of Gavin's face, contorted with blind rage. It made her hands clammy with fear. It took nearly ten minutes for his men to pin him down.”
― Mia Knight, Recaptured by the Crime Lord

“One shovelful of dirt at a time.”
― Rachel Beanland, Florence Adler Swims Forever

“Because the chainsaw is running doesn’t mean that you didn’t put the chain on backwards.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“The blade, freed by the half-turn, floated after him, shining, drawing a fan of red droplets in its wake. The streaming raven-black hair floated in the air, floated, floated, floated...
The head fell onto the gravel.
There are fewer and fewer monsters?
And I? What am I?
Who's shouting? The birds?
The woman in a sheepskin jacket and blue dress?
The roses from Nazair?
How quiet!
How empty. What emptiness.
Within me.”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, The Last Wish