Best Reaper Quotes 2021

Oddly, because she has that confidence, the people around her like her more. She becomes more a part of the Reaper family, and she also is able to get along with people more outside of their circle as well.

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!

I came in rather late in the casting process of Reaper. I believe they had all the other roles cast. They were having trouble finding the devil. They had seen almost 100 actors for the role. I got the script and I liked it – it was clever and witty and very, very funny, and a nice, fresh take on an old story. I went in and did a scene for the producers, the kitchen scene from the pilot where I’m cooking a chicken-fried steak. At the end of it, they all had a smile on their face, and they realized they had found their devil.

Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He’s sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres’ gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper’s hand.

Canada, having few indigenous prejudices, has been compelled to import them from elsewhere, duty-free, and it is the rare Canadian who is not shaken, at some time in the year, by “old, unhappy, far-off things / And battles long ago”, like Wordsworth’s solitary reaper. We are a nation of immigrants, and not happy in our minds.

Listen to the Water-Mill: Through the live-long day How the clicking of its wheel Wears the hours away! Languidly the Autumn wind Stirs the forest leaves, From the field the reapers sing Binding up their sheaves: And a proverb haunts my mind As a spell is cast, “The mill cannot grind With the water that is past.

“He’s lying, Kay,” Nash said, fists clenched at his sides. “Hellions can’t lie, but we all know reapers can.” “Careful, pot,” Tod said. “Someone might notice your resemblance to the kettle.”

Two students severely injured, you yourself covered in blood, a Reaper on the premises, a Fenrir wolf running around loose somewhere, and extensive property damage to the resort. Well?” Nickamedes snapped. “What do you have to say for yourself, Gwendolyn?” I thought for a second, then grinned at him. “I followed your directions exactly. I never set one foot outside the hotel.

Just another part of that Spartan killer instinct. I can slay the ladies just as well as I can reapers.

Tod’s eyes widened, and his irises swirled in tight twists of blue. “Well, I don’t see that I have much of a choice, considering that’s part of Reaper Law.” “There’s a Reaper Law?” “Of course. ‘A reaper is Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, Friendly, Courteous…'” He shrugged. “It gets boring after that. But this situation is clearly covered under the ‘helpful’ category.” I rolled my eyes. “I think that’s the Boy Scout law.” “They took it from us. But they left out all the good stuff.

“I spent two hours trying to question reapers without sounding like I was questioning them. What do you think it says about us as a group, that every reaper I know is either irritable, egotistical, voyeuristic, or some combination of the three?” “That you fit in well?”

He’s like the Rasputin of reapers.

I can’t go back because I lost all my Soul Reaper powers! – Rukia You lost your powers? What are they, socks? – Ichigo

Poverty is a reaper: it harvests everything inside us that might have made us capable of social intercourse with others, and leaves us empty, purged of feeling, so that we may endure all the darkness of the present day.

The beginnings of moral enterprises in this world are never to be measured by any apparent growth. … At length comes the sudden ripeness and the full success, and he who is called in at the final moment deems this success his own. He is but the reaper and not the labourer. Other men sowed and tilled and he but enters into their labours.

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.)

Harmony glanced to her left, and my gaze followed hers to the living room, where my aunt had died, my cousin had been restored, and I’d whacked a psychotic grim reaper with a cast-iron skillet. Weirdest. Tuesday. Ever.

In one was, I suppose, I have been “in denial” for some time, knowingly burning the candle at both ends and finding that it often gives a lovely light. But for precisely this reason, I can’t see myself smiting my brow with shock or hear myself whining about how it’s all so unfair: 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.

Charlie whistled “Amazing Grace” as he drove. It was all I could do not to whip my head around and snap, Are you kidding me? Couldn’t he pick something more appropriate, like “Shout at the Devil” or “Don’t fear the Reaper”? Some people had no sense of the proper music for a kidnapping.

So, ‘reaper’ is really just a nice word for ‘covert pervert?’ Is that what you’re saying?

L, do you know reapers (shinigami) only eat apples?

What it comes down to is this: the grocer, the butcher, the baker, the merchant, the landlord, the druggist, the liquor dealer, the policeman, the doctor, the city father and the politician — these are the people who make money out of prostitution, these are the real reapers of the wages of sin.

What’s up, Hachi?” “Someone……Just slipped through my force-field.” “!!!” “A soul reaper?” “No. The Hachigyo Sogai (Twin Cliffs) I set is an original technique I developed after I became a visored. It can’t be broken by a soul reaper’s kido.” “Then who is it? Another visored?” “I don’t know. The strange thing is that they didn’t break through the force-field. They Slipped through. Not even a visored should be able to do that.” “Then, who or what is it?” “…It’s coming.” “It’s a Human?” “Uh…Um…E-excuse me…where’s the Bathroom?

Mass Effect 3 is all about answering all the biggest questions in the
lore, learning about the mysteries and the Protheans and the Reapers,
being able to decide for yourself how all of these things come to an
end.

Did he show himself?” Nash asked, and I glanced to my right to see him staring at my father, as fascinated as I was. My dad nodded. “He was an arrogant little demon.” “So what happened?” I asked. “I punched him.” For a moment, we stared at him in silence. “You punched the reaper?” I asked, and my hand fell from the strainer onto the edge of the sink. “Yeah.” He chuckled at the memory, and his grin brought out one of my own. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen my father smile. “Broke his nose.