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Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence. -- William Shakespeare
Before falling to the scythe the weeds enjoy a little breeze. -- Peter Levitt
I want to go ahead of Father Time with a scythe of my own. -- H. G. Wells
I'll make death love me; for I will contend Even with his pestilent scythe. -- William Shakespeare
Some things are fairly obvious when it's a seven-foot skeleton with a scythe telling you them -- Terry Pratchett
Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root. -- Edward Young
A physician can sometimes parry the scythe of death, but has no power over the sand in the hourglass. -- Hester Lynch Piozzi
Whatever shall we do in that remote spot? Well, we will write our memoirs. Work is the scythe of time. -- Napoleon Bonaparte
There are times when the air that floats between mortals becomes, in its stillness and silence, as cruel as the edge of a scythe. -- Mervyn Peake
Remorseless time! fierce spirit of the glass and scythe,--what power can stay him in his silent course, or melt his iron heart with pity! -- George D. Prentice
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
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
Recreation is intended to the mind as whetting is to the scythe, to sharpen the edge of it, which otherwise would grow dull and blunt,--as good no scythe as no edge. -- Joseph Hall
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
Everyone knows that time is Death, that Death hides in clocks. Imposing another time powered by the Clock of the Imagination, however, can refuse his law. Here, freed of the Grim Reaper's scythe, we learn that pain is knowledge and all knowledge pain. -- Federico Fellini
The glories of our blood and state, Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings. Scepter and crown must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. -- James Shirley
Genius scorns the power of gold: it is wrong. Gold is the war-scythe on its chariot, which mows down the millions of its foes, and gives free passage to the sun-coursers with which it leaves those heavenly fields of light for the gross battlefields of earth. -- Ouida
You talk of the scythe of Time, and the tooth of Time: I tell you, Time is scytheless and toothless; it is we who gnaw like the worm - we who smite like the scythe. It is ourselves who abolish - ourselves who consume: we are the mildew, and the flame. -- John Ruskin
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
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
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
Let us award a just, a brilliant homage to those rare men whom nature has endowed with the precious privilege of arranging a thousand isolated facts, of making seductive theories spring from them; but let us not forget to state, that the scythe of the reaper had cut the stalks before one had thought of uniting them into sheaves! -- Francois Arago
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

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