A Quote by Jeaniene Frost

You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair! — © Jeaniene Frost
You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!
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).
Oh, most unhappy man,' he cried, 'try to be happy! You have red hair like your sister.' My red hair, like red flames, shall burn up the world,' said Gregory.
You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair," said Anne reproachfully. "People who haven't red hair don't know what trouble is.
There speaks the passion and the rebellion that go with red hair. My second wife had red hair. She was a beautiful woman, and she loved me. Strange, is it not? I have always admired red-haired women. Your hair is very beautiful. There are other things I like about you. Your spirit, your courage; the fact that you have a mind of your own. ~Mr. Aristides
I don't engage in self-censorship. But I do change everybody to have red hair in the last draft. ... If you give people red hair when in real life they haven't got red hair, I've noticed they don't recognize themselves, anyway.
The Grim Reaper doesn't disappear... he catches up.
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.
A woman driver went through a red light. The cop stopped her and said, Lady, didn't you see that red light? The woman said, You've seen one, you've seen them all.
I drive a motorbike, so there is the whiff of the grim reaper round every corner, especially in London.
Patch smiled. “You come by your red hair naturally?” I stared at him. “I don’t have red hair.” “I hate to break it to you, but it’s red. I could light it on fire and it wouldn’t turn any redder.
Life is a copiously branching bush, continually pruned by the grim reaper of extinction, not a ladder of predictable progress.
It is also true that his hair had a reddish tinge and, as everybody knows, no one with red hair can ever truly be said to be handsome.
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.
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