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“Betrayal cut so much deeper when you loved the hand that held the knife.”
― Alicia Jasinska, The Dark Tide

“Cold, harsh laughter, like knives being sharpened.”
― Rick Riordan, The Battle of the Labyrinth

“A deep sigh â€� an interview with a knife.”
― Marina Tsvetaeva

“UNDERBELLY


Wouldbelove, do not think of me as a whetstone
until you hear the whole story:

In it, I’m not the hero, but I’m not the villain either
so let’s say, in the story, I was human

and made of human-things: fear
and hands, underbelly and blade. Let me

say it plain: I loved someone

and I failed at it. Let me say it
another way: I like to call myself wound

but I will answer to knife. Sometimes
I think we have the same name, Notquitelove. I want

to be soft, to say here is my underbelly and I want you
to hold the knife, but I don’t know what I want you to do:

plunge or mercy. I deserve both. I want to hold and be held.

Let me say it again, Possiblelove: I’m not sure
you should. The truth is: If you don’t, I won’t

die of want or lonely, just time. And not now, not even
soon. But that’s how every story ends eventually.

Here is how one might start: Before. The truth?
I’m not a liar but I close my eyes a lot, Couldbelove.

Before, I let a blade slide itself sharp against me. Look
at where I once bloomed red and pulsing. A keloid

history. I have not forgotten the knife or that I loved
it or what it was like before: my unscarred body

visits me in dreams and photographs. Maybelove,
I barely recognize it without the armor of its scars.

I am trying to tell the truth: the dreams are how
I haunt myself. Maybe I’m not telling the whole story:

I loved someone and now I don’t. I can’t promise
to leave you unscarred. The truth: I am a map

of every blade I ever held. This is not a dream.
Look at us now: all grit and density. What, Wouldbelove

do you know of knives? Do you think you are a soft thing?
I don’t. Maybe the truth is: Both. Blade and guard.

My truth is: blade. My hands

on the blade; my hands, the blade; my hands
carving and re-carving every overzealous fibrous

memory. The truth is: I want to hold your hands
because they are like mine. Holding a knife

by the blade and sharpening it. In your dreams, how much invitation
to pierce are you? Perhapslove, the truth is: I am afraid

we are both knives, both stones, both scarred. Or we will be.

The truth is: I have made fire
before: stone against stone. Mightbelove, I have sharpened

this knife before: blade against blade. I have hurt and hungered
before: flesh

against flesh. I won’t make a dull promise.”
― Nicole Homer

“The patient knife always strikes true.â€�
â€� Soninke saying”
― ErraticErrata, So You Want to Be a Villain?

“A knife can only be sharpened so far before all you are doing is wearing it away.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Starsight

“Yes, fine,' he says, annoyed, trying to push my blade away.

I hold it steady, so that the knife cuts in to his skin. He swears and puts a bleeding finger in his mouth. 'What was that for?'

'For fun.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“He worked at a feverish pace. He experimented with all manner of pies: tortoises, eel, chicken, frog, mushroom, artichoke, apricot, cherry, and his favorite of all, a luscious strawberry pie. He made omelets, stuffed eggs, and poached eggs with rosemary over toast. There were soups galore: fennel, tortellini, Hungarian milk, millet, kohlrabi, pea, and his famous Venetian turnip soup, which this time he made with apples instead. He molded jelly into the shapes of the cardinali crests, colored with wine, carrot, and saffron. He delighted most in the moments when he worked with his favorite knife, carving and slicing roasted cockerel, peacock, capons, turtledoves, ortolans, blackbirds, partridges, pheasants, and wood grouse. Every slice of the knife gave him greater confidence and belief in his power to make the world his.”
― Crystal King, The Chef's Secret

“Just because he wasn’t Nameless didn’t make it smart to underestimate him; a knife may not be a longsword, but the edge will cut you all the same.”
― Ed McDonald, Blackwing

“My safety rules for eating from the food buffet: 1. Eat the hot food, as it is the least likely to food poison you. 2. Avoid the cold food, as it may have bacterial contamination. 3. Wash your hands, as they may have bacterial contamination from the handles of the food ladles. 4. Do not eat with your hands, use the knife, fork and spoon.”
― Steven Magee

“Both knife and sword will cause the same pain, both cow and dog will feed the same milk”
― Dr.P.S. Jagadeesh Kumar

“Do you know, every time I thought I'd cut you.”
― Allie Ray, Suffering Fools

“He will lift up the limp bodies of the rabbits and show me how he caught them square between the eyes, and the bright bodies of male and female pheasants with shot in the breast and their necks hanging broken and their eyes half open in the voluptuous death he loves. He will be a knife leaning above me as he kisses me.”
― Meridel Le Sueur, Harvest

“Religion is like a knife. If you use it the wrong way you can cut yourself.”
― Eric Weiner

“We can’t tell if ever night falls asleep
Our slumber veils many secrets: deep
The moonlit visage of this city life
Shines through the blade from a glistening knife

From the poem "City Night”
― Munia Khan

“When an orange tastes like an onion, the knife takes the blame.
But it is the one who handed us the knife that should be questioned.”
― Paul Bamikole

“The knife and cheese are connected. But the cake and the contention are rather suspicious.”
― Alan Maiccon

“I slip between my blanket and the mattress soundlessly, like a knife into its sheath.”
― Sara Holland

“Just saying 'I love you' can mean the difference between nothing and everything. Some people say it while they stab the person they say it to â€� some say it to the one holding the knife”
― Christina Engela, Pearls Before Swine

“The sun had slipped past noon, and a slice of heat fell through the tree-house window, firing Laurel's inner eyelids cherry cola. She sat up but made no further move to leave her hiding spot. It was a decent threat- Laurel's weakness for her mother's Victoria sponge was legendary- but an idle one. Laurel knew very well that the cake knife lay forgotten on the kitchen table, missed amid the earlier chaos as the family gathered picnic baskets, rugs, fizzy lemonade, swimming towels, and the new transistor, and burst, stream-bound, from the house. She knew well because when she'd doubled back under the guise of hide-and-seek and sneaked inside the cool, dim house to fetch the package, she'd seen the knife sitting by the fruit bowl, red bow tied around its handle.
The knife was a tradition- it had cut every birthday cake, every Christmas cake, every Somebody-Needs-Cheering-Up cake in the Nicolson family's history- and their mother was a stickler for tradition.”
― Kate Morton, The Secret Keeper

“Declan says, “Keep going, idiot. My knife hasn’t been bloodied in four days. One more day and it’ll be a record, and I can’t have that.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Beautifully Cruel

“The knife goes in, the blood comes out.”
― A.D. Aliwat, In Limbo

“You must carry a knife in your soul to stay on the cutting edge of yourself.”
― Curtis Tyrone Jones

“Pressure is perilous. The knife-edge, risk–reward seesaw explains why many people do everything they can to avoid or escape from stressful situations. But a minority of people do the opposite. They walk towards these moments of truth, seeking the things they also fear.”
― Ceri Evans, Perform Under Pressure: Change the Way You Feel, Think and Act Under Pressure

“Use a Condom, Not a Knife”
― Vic Stah Milien

“But the most striking thing about him was the Buck hunting knife that stuck of of his chest, right under his left nipple, the fatal bulls-eye of a dark red blood blotch that stained his T-shirt with death.”
― Paula Munier, A Borrowing of Bones

“I know mouth-to-mouth.â€� Ayden whacked Blake on the shoulder.

“Thanks, but I’d rather you throw water on me.�

“Don’t know what you’re missing, babe.�

“With any luck.�

“Give her the knife.â€� We all looked at Matthias who, when no one moved, snatched the knife from Blake, flipped it in his hand and offered it to me, handle first. “Take it. You’ll feel better.”
― A. Kirk, Demons at Deadnight

“Pryia tinha marcado um encontro inadiável da lâmina da sua faca com o coração do canalha que havia partido o seu.”
― Natalia Avila, A Falsificadora de Mapas

“His eyes narrow on the blood, and he points the wooden stick at me. 'You seem to have cut yourself.' I wonder if he's surprised that I'm alive. I wonder if he watched the tower the whole time during his luncheon, waiting for the amusing spectacle of me jumping to my death.

I take the knife out from under my tunic and show it to him, stained a flinty red. I smile. 'I could cut you, too.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“...I turn and press the point of my knife directly underneath his chin.

'Jude?' he asks, up against the wall, pronouncing my name carefully, as though to avoid slurring. I am not sure I have ever heard him use my actual name before.

'Surprised?' I ask, a fierce grin starting on my face. The most important boy in Faerie and my enemy, finally in my power. It feels even better than I thought it would. 'You shouldn't be.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince