A Quote by Homer

Life and death are balanced as it were on the edge of a razor — © Homer
Life and death are balanced as it were on the edge of a razor
I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor and surviving.
Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is: an edge; a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.
I told Ersken, "Lately it's been like living on the knife's edge, never knowing which side I'll fall off on" Ersken clapped me on the shoulder as we stepped into the street. "Cheer up, Beka. Maybe you were going to fall off that razor's edge before, but not today," he said, as good humored as always. "Today we're doing to jump.
Every match in the Euro is a dance on a razor's edge.
The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen As is the razor's edge invisible.
It's a razor's edge, a romance with an old man and a young woman.
Incredible brilliance often dwells on the razor's edge of madness.
We are all of us walking a razor's edge between darkness and light.
My favorite film is Gene Tierney and Tyrone Power in The Razor's Edge.
Every good thing in the world stands on the razor-edge of danger.
But I so want to walk that razor's edge, Take feeling to a whole new level.
Together we all live every moment On the very brink; The razor’s edge Of ecstasy or disaster.
Serenity is the balance between good and bad, life and death, horrors and pleasures. Life is, as it were, defined by death. If there wasn't death of things, then there wouldn't be any life to celebrate.
I think that today, integration is the name of the game and not separating these things out, and not trying to find the razor's edge, the narrow path. There's a lot of lanes in the highway, the trick is not fall into the ditches on either side, like a one sided nihilism, nothing matters life.
When you're in the military, you teeter on the edge of that line of life and death. The reason you feel so alive when you come through is because you know you've cheated death - and that and the adrenaline rush is addictive, no question.
If I had my life over again I should form the habit of nightly composing myself to thoughts of death. I would practise, as it were, the remembrance of death. There is no other practice which so intensifies life. Death, when it approaches, ought not to take one by surprise. It should be part of the full expectancy of life. Without an ever-present sense of death life is insipid.
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