Scythed Quotes & Sayings

It thrilled through him when he first felt the keel answer to his hand on the spokes and slide over the long hollows as the foresail scythed back and forth against the blue sky. — Rudyard Kipling

The constant bombardment and the randomness with which death scythed us down had exhausted us... — Carsten Jensen

I'm being mocked because I don't live up to a socially determined view of what other people think a person should look like. — Wallace Shawn

Should Cassandra initiate us, Sibyl? Matt asked, his eyes narrowed like he was testing a dangerous theory that could blow up in his face. — Josephine Angelini

Cheese runners shouted at it, tried to grab it, and flailed at it with sticks, but the piratical cheese scythed onward, reaching the bottom just ahead of the terrible carnage of men and cheeses as they piled up. Then it rolled back to the top and sat there demurely while still gently vibrating.
At the bottom of the slope, fights were breaking out among the cheese jockeys who were still capable of punching somebody, and since everybody was watching that, Tiffany took the opportunity to snatch up Horace and shove him in her bag. After all, he was hers. Well, that was to say she had made him, although something odd must have gone into the mix since Horace was the only cheese that would eat mice and, if you didn't nail him down, other cheeses as well. — Terry Pratchett

All the higher life forms scythed away, just like that. [ ... ] Nothing but dust and fundamentalists. — Terry Pratchett

The soul is not born; it does not die; it was not produced from anyone... Unborn, eternal, it is not slain, though the body is slain. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

parents, bystanders. Didn't matter as long as she hit the number. "That's what you spawned, Mackie. I figure maybe she was born wrong. Maybe she had that twist in her right from the jump. But you nurtured it. You stoked it, educated it, brought it along. She had choices, sure, but you made the choices she made easy for her. You made them righteous." She felt nothing for him when he began to weep. Nothing. "I want you to think about that for the rest of your life." When she walked away, his sobs echoed as Willow's curses had. — J.D. Robb

I cannot help esteem The 'Bird within the Hand' Superior to the one The 'Bush' may yield me Or may not Too late to choose again — Emily Dickinson