A Quote by Markus Zusak

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
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.)
The Grim Reaper, Gloria corrected herself - if anyone deserved capital letters it was surely Death. Gloria would rather like to be the Grim Reaper. She wouldn't necessarily be grim, she suspected she would be quite cheerful (Come along now, don't make such a fuss).
I've cheated the Grim Reaper more times than anyone I know, and I'll fight like a wildcat until they nail the lid of my pine box down on me.
Do you know, every time I've seen you you've been like the Grim Reaper of goodwill and cheer. You should find another profession.
It feels like getting a back massage from the Grim Reaper: one must get comfortable with the most horrifying things in the world.
The Grim Reaper doesn't disappear... he catches up.
You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!
You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everyone dances with the Grim Reaper.
I've cheated the Grim Reaper more times than anyone I know.
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.
My friend... used to tease me about a tattoo I had right here, but it was so big, and what he was teasing me about - he said it looked like a flying monkey. It's supposed to have been a grim reaper holding a ball. But it did look like a monkey.
Sadly, I can't avoid being 75. Like many people of my age, we are all heading towards the grim reaper, and I am clinging on. I just to have to sharpen my fingernails a little so that I can hang on for longer!
I drive a motorbike, so there is the whiff of the grim reaper round every corner, especially in London.
Sadly, I cant avoid being 75. Like many people of my age, we are all heading towards the grim reaper, and I am clinging on. I just to have to sharpen my fingernails a little so that I can hang on for longer!
Life is a copiously branching bush, continually pruned by the grim reaper of extinction, not a ladder of predictable progress.
I am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.
And, ah, who are you? What Horseman, I mean.” Thanatos swung around. “Death.” Cara swallowed. Audibly. “As in, the Grim Reaper?” He snorted. “That poser.
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