Quotes About Veins

He gripped the crystal heart tightly, felt its broken edges, the torn arteries and veins bite into his palm.

PJ McAvoy was downright evil. It ran in his blood and grew stronger with every hacking chain-smoking breath. I'd bet if you could see inside his veins, those corpulent white blood cells would be attacking each other out of pure spite.

Um, yeah. I mean, I think… wow. It made sense, really. All part of that vampire seduction gambit: lure the prey to you, give it a reason to open its veins. Sure cut down on that messy struggling. Just so you know, I'm straight. Totally straight. As an arrow. Her voice held a smile. So am I.

But my anxious heart is eating up my body, eating up my nerves, eating up my brain. I feel this poison slowly filling my veins - every particle becoming slowly tainted.... I am never, never calm, never for an instant.

And see the peaceful trees extend their myriad leaves in leisured dance— they bear the weight of sky and cloud upon the fountain of their veins.

Those fields of childhood, tall Meadow-grass and flowers small, The elm whose dusky leaves Patterned the sky with dreams innumerable And labyrinthine vein and vine And wandering tendrils green, Have grown a seed so small A single thought contains them all

fear darted through her veins like a school of tiny panicked fish.

Give me your hand, a human hand, so that you can hold me to the earth with it, for whirling veins of fire swoop me up, and exultant longing tears me toward the zenith.

Poppies whose roots are in man's veins Drop, and are ever dropping; But mine in my ear is safe — Just a little white with the dust.

The freeways of America are like giant veins twisting and turning, rushing life from one zone to the next. The landscape is a giant body just lying there feeling the rumble.

She was benediction, a touch of faith, life itself coursing through my veins collapsed in age and turmoil, and to my fatigued and weary heart, a new and vibrant throb.

Yes, poisonous thing!" repeated Giovanni, beside himself with passion. "Thou hast done it! Thou has blasted me! Thou hast filled my veins with poison! Thou hast made me as hateful, as ugly, as loathsome and deadly a creature as thyself – a world's wonder of hideous monstrosity! Now, if our breath be happily as fatal to ourselves as to all others, let us join our lips in one kiss of unutterable hatred, and so die!

Your blood is the sea continued in your veins. We are the ocean - walking on the land

The others can't see me," said the little ghost. "I know," I said. "My name's Gwyneth. What's yours?" "Dr. White to you," said Dr. White. "I'm Robert," said the ghost. "That's a very nice name," I said. "Thank you," said Dr. White. "I'll return the compliment by saying you have very nice veins.

Loyalty never put blood back in a man's veins.

We begin our naming. The names drop into greens that tighten. Greens that deepen. The wind has begun its relentless thinking. Now the red veins in the small burrowed creatures begin their murmur. How the urgency of this red spurts inside us. Another eye wills itself open. Another eye roves.

Let no man think that the fire of the Targaryens did not burn in his veins.

The skin was warm, blue veins branching like rivers beneath his pale translucent skin. Outside the greater rivers flowed, the Red Fork and the Tumblestone, and they would flow forever, but not so the rivers in her father's hand. Too soon that current would grow still.

The veins stood out on her angry temples like wormcasts.

there are deep stubborn veins of nostalgia for the 1950s (even among people my age; in much of Ireland the fifties didn't end until 1995, when we skipped straight to Thatcher's eighties),

All men should have a drop of treason in their veins, if nations are not to go soft like so many sleepy pears.

There is not enough blood in her veins to keep her heart from skipping.

And when her hearts resumed beating, she imagined she could feel a spill of light into the veins that carried her spirit

I've known rivers:I've known rivers ancient as the world and olderthan the flow of human blood in human veins.My soul has grown deep like the rivers.