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Hee that comes of a hen must scrape.
The next person who tells me something like, "Squiggle-fuck the rightwise cock-swatter with a starboard jib," is going to get a knife to the throat.
This is my knife. It is very sharp and very eager to hurt you.
A Stone Crow's axe is always sharp, and Shagga's axes are sharpest of all. Once I cut off a man's head, but he did not know it until he tried to brush his hair. Then it fell off." "Is that why you never brush yours?" The Stone Crows roared and stamped their feet, Shagga hooting loudest of all.
Sticks & stones may break your bones & hurtful words can destroy more than you know!
When Mr Ackroyd says that in the 18th century, stranglers bit off the noses of their victims, I feel that he probably knows what he is talking about. I just wish he hadn't told me.
And sing to those that hold the vital shears; And turn the adamantine spindle round, On which the fate of gods and men is wound.
Schluck it and fuck it".
The raw hunk of meat that used to be my enemy makes a sound, and I know where the mouth is. And I think the word he's trying to say is 'please'. Pity, not vengeance sends my arrow flying into his skull.
Never thrust your sickle into another's corn.
He stabbed a sharp-nailed digit in the direction of the Shattered Straits,
Give assistance, and receive thanks lighter than a feather: injure a man, and his wrath will be like lead.
Sin will pluck on sin.
Tell me what it is, or prepare to eat harpoon.
They hammered it with sometimes-guns, that violently assert the manchmal, this stuff, our everyday, against the always of the immer.
When you kill with your bayonet, you
Battle, n., A method of untying with the teeth a political knot that would not yield to the tongue.
Hit me with spit on the wounds.
When you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging two graves: one for your enemy, and one for yourself.
La Griffe, "The Claw." Simple and small. The index finger goes through the hole near the blade. Favored by climbers and boaters.
Violence begins with the fork.
Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you ...
He won't be safe," Hatcher repeated. "For I will find him and I will strip the flesh from his bones piece by piece. There is no place the Rabbit can hide, no hole he can disappear into. I will not sleep again until I have heard him scream for mercy he will never receive.
Push out a bayonet. If it strikes fat, push deeper. If it strikes iron, pull back for another day.
It's time to bury the war hatchet and to forget where it lies
A knife may scar a body, but a careless word will wound a soul.
We all have a secret wound which we are fighting to avenge.
Scratch a homophobe, find a cocksucker.
The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs; A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings!
knife in my hand.
I don't look at the wound. I don't need to. I watched the Commandant as she carved it into me, a thick-lined, precise K stretching from my collarbone to the skin over my heart. She branded me. Marked me as her property. It's a scar I'll carry to the grave.
I am Thorn, and I have come to make you bleed,
Of all the parts of your body, be most vigilant over your index finger, for it is blame-thirsty. A pointed finger is a victim's logo.
What the ever-loving knuckle fuck?
A thistle grows about here which has needles on it that would pierce through leather, I think; if one touches you, you can find relief in nothing but profanity.
Very slight violence will break that which has once been cracked.
The coward wretch whose hand and heart Can bear to torture aught below, Is ever first to quail and start From the slightest pain or equal foe.
Many a wretch has rid on a hurdle who has done less mischief than utterers of forged tales, coiners of scandal, and clippers of reputation.
a noose will serve. Ser Alliser,
Morris chopped off the girl's hand with a hatchet then guttered laughter. The poor mulato wailed, her stump pumping.
"What'choo do that for!" Cutton bellowed. He hadn't even gotten his trousers off before Morris had pulled this move.
One nail draws another.
Its wounds are as fresh as the wounds of the men who carved
A most mechanical and dirty hand. I shall have such revenges on you...both. The things I will do, what they are, yet I know not. But they will be the terrors of the earth
Ah-ha! On the stove was a cast-iron skillet. Perfect. Precisely how hard did you have to hit someone on the head to knock him out without killing him? I wasn't sure. Guess I'd just have to bash away and hope for the best.
Revenge is the capitalism of the poor: conserve the original wound, defer immediate gratification, fatten the first insult with new insults, invest and reinvest spite, and ke waiting for the perfect moment to strike back.
When things are said in anger, irritation or frustration, you can put a hole into someone just like you have put a hole into that fence.
The coward's weapon, poison.
A thin woman about fifty with a face like a silver hatchet.
Scratch my back with a hack saw!
Mark, how the ready hands of Death prepare: His bow is bent, and he hath notch'd his dart; He aims, he levels at thy slumb'ring heart: The wound is posting, O be wise, beware.
This will not be a gentle prescription for healing, but cautery and the knife. What shall I achieve? That a soul which has conquered so many miseries will be ashamed to worry about one more wound in a body which already has so many scars.
Ah, God! what trances of torments does that man endure who is consumed with one unachieved revengeful desire. He sleeps with clenched hands; and wakes with his own bloody nails in his palms.
A digging fork is a stout, short-handled tool with four flat tines about a foot long ... for weeding I use it delicately to nudge the soil loose from roots without breaking them ...
What did you do to this?' he asked in a horrorstruck voice.
'It didn't want to come out of the dashboard.'
'So you felt the need to torture it?'
'You know how I am with tools. No pain was inflicted intentionally.'
He shook his head, his face a mask of faux tragedy. 'You killed it.
The arrows of malevolence ... however barbed and well pointed, never can reach the most vulnerable part of me; though, whilst I am up as a mark, they will be continually aimed.
Clutch the bramble and you will be pricked.
Martise, lower your knife. There are more than a few people eager to carve out my heart. You'll have to take your place in line.
I am going to hurt you.
You are going to hurt me.
But we will do it with practiced fingers
and passionate mouths
and I swear to god
it will be worth something.
I just had his hand in a vise," I protested indignantly. "It wasn't like I had a dagger in his ribs. 'Hand in a vise' is simple assault or, in my case, self-defense. 'Dagger in the ribs' is attempted murder. My family did teach me the difference.
Jagged needle, wicked lies
From under the skin, pluck evil eyes.
Destiny change from pain and cold
Now that you pay in blood and soul.
Hit it with anything. Bullets, bricks, your bare hands, harsh language.
Carving?"
"Your name. My back. I can't fucking wait."
Jane whistled under her breath. "Do I get to do it?"
He barked a laugh. "No!"
"Come on. I'm a surgeon, I'm good with knives.
Men that make Envy and crooked malice nourishment, Dare bite the best.
'Found the sheep too easy to kill?' I ask. 'Where'd you get the weapon?'
'Born with them.' His fingernails are bloody.
Be circumspect how you offend schollers, for knowe, a serpent tooth bites not so ill, as dooth a schollers angrie quill.
Revenge ... is like a rolling stone, which, when a man hath forced up a hill, will return upon him with a greater violence, and break those bones whose sinews gave it motion.
You must think beyond your vengeance
Better one thorn pluck'd out than all remain.
I swiftly discovered that there are few things in DIY (and possibly life) that can't be solved with a large mallet, a bag of ten-centimetre nails and some swearing.
Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.
The hand in the eye is the ultimate tool.
I reached out for something else and found it: the red croquet mallet, just occurring there on the ground like some easy device, some plot element stashed there for the big finale.
Calm down. If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't need this knife to do it.
Ah me! we wound where we never intended to strike; we create anger where we never meant harm; and these thoughts are the thorns in our cushion. - William Makepeace Thackeray
A kiss on the lips and a dagger in the heart,' as in Schiller's Robbers.7
Remember, cobbler, to keep to your leather.
Rat-a-tat-tat."
"Quack."Quack-- Kate Angell
YOU MUST LEARN THE COMPASSION PROPER TO YOUR TRADE"
"And what's that?"
"A SHARP EDGE.
I still remember the moment when my gaze fell upon the mutilated face of a young woman, her features slashed through with a bayonet. Soundlessly, and without fuss, some tender thing deep inside me broke. Something that, until then, I hadn't realised was there.
The hand is the tool of tools.
We know that there are chiselers. At the bottom of every case of criticism and obstruction we have found some selfish interest, some private axe to grind.
row of stitches.
This town of Sheffield is very populous and large, the streets narrow, and the houses dark and black, occasioned by the continued smoke of the forges, which are always at work: Here they make all sorts of cutlery-ware, but especially that of edged-tools, knives, razors, axes, &. and nails
We can recognize that instead of lashing back, the best answer is turning the other cheek. This may be easy for some, but for others - especially those who have been deeply hurt - abandoning the urge to inflict injury will require spiritual strength, prayer, and self-control.
Discipline and constant work are the whetstones upon which the dull knife of talent is honed until it becomes sharp enough, hopefully, to cut through even the toughest meat and gristle.
It's only a scratch, don't cut my arm off!
Nature shaped the claw to trap, and the tooth to kill, but the thorn ... the thorn's only purpose is to hurt.
Stab me in the heart; once, twice, more. For it is your own you are stabbing; I gave you mine to hold long ago. No pain will be greater than you leaving with my heart in your hands. Rip me apart or hold it for eternity, in the name of love.
Person slaughtered: Me. Method used: Dimple. The guy has a dimple.
Turn your cheek' only works with physical slaps, only works pre-Second coming. Against guns, bombs, and the most inhumane practices ever conceived, we must protect ourselves. We must become the agents of God's vengeance.
Vultures pick the meat clean off a bone. Guilt eats at the marrow, leaving a man hollow.
What the fuck happened to you? [...] You look like you lost a fight with a lamprey. Hickey, hickey...bruise, bruise, bruise...bite. I thought that thing on your neck the other day was just a fluke. I guess not--looks like you get off on picking up a few souvenirs when you...get off. ~Crash
Steer your boat with justice: forge
A tongue on truth's anvil.
I am past scorching; not easily can'st thou scorch a scar.
If at first you don't succeed, get a bigger hammer.
Learn to use an axe, and respect it and you can't help but love it. But abuse one and it will wear your hands raw and open your foot like an overcooked sausage.
Rip yourself open. Sew yourself shut.
With that truncheon thou hast slain a good knight, and now it sticketh in thy body.
Keeley used the opening to bury the knife into Hank Scarlett's heart. It took three tries.
There are wire cutters carving holes in my heart.