You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everyone dances with the Grim Reaper.
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.
We don't beat the Reaper by living longer. We beat the Reaper by living well.
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.
The reaper does not listen to the harvest.
No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away.
We don't beat the reaper by living longer, but by living well, and living fully - for the reaper will come for all of us. The question is: what do we do between the time we're born and the time he shows up.
I am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.
Just FYI, in your case, I think it’s okay to fear the reaper.
You will need to find your passion. Don't give up on finding it because then all you're doing is waiting for the Reaper.
What can the harvest hope for, if not for the care of the Reaper Man?
All things that are, are ours. But we must care. For if we do not care, we do not exist. If we do not exist, then there is nothing but blind oblivion. And even oblivion must end someday. Lord, will you grant me just a little time? For the proper balance of things. To return what was given. For the sake of prisoners and the flight of birds. Death took a step backwards. It was impossible to read expression in azrael's features. Death glanced sideways at the servants. Lord, what can the harvest hope for, if not for the care of the reaper man?
I'm so happy dancing while the grim reaper cuts, cuts, cuts, but he can't get me. I'm as clever as can be, and I'm very quick but don't forget; we've only got so many tricks. no one lives forever.
But a day must come when the fire of youth will be quenched in my veins, when winter will dwell in my heart, when his snow flakes will whiten my locks, and his mists will dim my eyes. Then my friends will lie in their lonely grave, and I alone will remain like a solitary stalk forgotten by the reaper.
Reaper of enemies; strong of grip; One kind with his fathers.
What can the harvest hope for...
It was the living who ignored the strange and wonderful, because life was too full of the boring and mundane.
I'ma do my thing until the day the reaper come for me. You can keep on grillin', I'ma smile back.
You're my Red Reaper, and I've missed you terribly.
In the midst of a foggy field, the answers are hidden But the impossible journey deems them forbidden. The Reaper of Death, the Angel of Life. They walk together in day and night.
The Grim Reaper doesn't disappear... he catches up.
Life is a copiously branching bush, continually pruned by the grim reaper of extinction, not a ladder of predictable progress.
Your mortal attachments are like a puppet’s strings," Avari said, both hands clasped casually at his back. "One need only pluck the right cord to make the puppet dance." His smile was almost creepier than his threats. "Dance, reaper!
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.
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