Quotes About Veins

I love her bare legs from a distance. When she's standing by a pool. When she's facing the water, thinking. Her legs are white as watermelon rind, veined blue from cold. There's that 'H' shape behind her knees. The H trembles softly with the swimming-water cold.

For centuries, vampire philosophers had argued that their treatment of humans was kinder; they took only the blood in their veins. Nonvampires took the sweat of their brow, the fire in their belly, and the joy in their heart.

Vonn Dubose may have ice water in his veins, but Claudia McDover did not. Her insatiable appetite for cash was finally fading. She had enough. She and Phyllis could travel the world in style and laugh about the Indians.

Sulphurous and Nitrous Foame   They found, they mingl'd, and with suttle Art,   Concocted and adusted they reduc'd   To blackest grain, and into store conveyd:   Part hidd'n veins diggd up (nor hath this Earth   Entrails unlike) of Mineral and Stone

Every heart is much the same, We tell ourselves down here, The same chambers fed by veins, The same maze of love and fear.

There was something else,--something quite undefinable, that gave a singular glow and radiance to the whole countenance, and suggested the burning of a light through alabaster,--a creeping of some subtle fire through the veins which made the fair body seem the mere reflection of some greater fairness within.

Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear

The demon bowed his head. "There are many kinds of Hunts. It is what defines us, renews us. It is the same for you, Hunter. We are born in blood, and we will die in blood, but in the interim, we must put fire to our veins and find new paths to tread upon." Tendrils of hair tapped his head. "Paths, up here.

The huge veins on his neck throb with the exertion and rush of it all and his whole body flexes and pumps like one enormous, grotesque organ.

Cold control sleeted in his veins as he drew his gun, leveled

No me queda sangre, tengo noche en las venas, negra y helada.

Ea îmi picur?-n vene stropi de cer artificial, m? preface în pas?re de pânz?.

A morte, afinal, é uma corda que nos amarra as veias.

a mysterious force that everyone feels and no philosopher has explained…. [It] is not in the throat: the duende surges up, inside, from the soles of the feet. Meaning, it's not a question of skill, but of a style that's truly alive: meaning, it's in the veins: meaning, it's of the most ancient culture of immediate creation. It is the spirit of the earth.

But now let us consider the holes in our own bodies and into what these congenital wounds open. Under the skin of man is a wondrous jungle where veins like lush tropical growths hang along over-ripe organs and weed-like entrails writhe in squirming tangles of red and yellow. In this jungle, flitting from rock-gray lungs to golden intestines, from liver to lights and back to liver again, lives a bird called the soul.

a person acting selfishly is overly sanguine, and has too much blood; this is remedied by cutting down on meat, or by making small cuts into the veins to release blood.

The points of difference that matter are the shape and appearance of the leaves – the depth of the indentations, the appearance of the veins – the hairiness of the shoot tips, the shape and tightness or looseness of the bunches, the

He liked the fact that Venice had no cars. It made the city human. The streets were like veins, he thought, and the people were the blood, circulating everywhere.

small gully where the red mud had dried and cracked in a system of parched veins.