Quotes About Blood

The light of a hunter's moon bleached the unresisting pastels from the faces of the towers, so that they looked like titanic ribs of bone, and shadows accrued like crusted blood under the walkways.

Don't be afraid, Queen, the blood has long run down into the earth. And on the spot where it was spilled, grapevines are growing today.

Don't be afraid, your majesty... Don't be afraid, your majesty, the blood has long since drained away into the earth and grapes have grown on the spot.

Hate traps us by binding us too tightly to our adversary. This is the obscenity of war: the intimacy of mutually shed blood, the lascivious proximity of two soldiers who, eye to eye, bayonet each other.

Mas no seu processo contra a Europa, Sartre disse bem o que representavam essas coisas, os valores: os nossos queridos valores perdem as asas; olhando-os de perto, não descobriremos um só que não esteja manchado de sangue; os valores manchados deixam de ser valores; o espírito do processo é a sua redução de tudo à moral; é o nihilismo absoluto perante tudo o que seja trabalho, arte, obra.

I love the first hour of a horror movie, the fear and anticipation. Then, when it gets bloody, I lose interest.

I just love the gifts you bring me for lunch. Other girls get diamonds. Me? I get mayhem and blood – and all before noon. Thanks, Tate. (Simone)

Love is the essential energy of the universe. It is the force that puts the stars in the firmament, and it makes the blood run through the veins.

All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.

Fay had a spot of blood on the left side of her mouth and I took a wet cloth and wiped it off. Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.

Love is for fools. It is a surging of blood in the loins ... there is no mystery, and no magic. Find someone else, my boy.

I saw my own blood and I thought, how could I live in a world where this exists- where love can become death?

…I am left with lessthan one drop of my blood that does not tremble.I recognize the the signs of the old flame.

I want to bask deeply in the taste of his blood, in that flowing crimson filled with his feelings melted in it...

Was it not worth the loss of a little immortality to have that strange mix of innocence and strength close to him?

We Szekelys have a right to be proud, for in our veins flows the blood of many brave races who fought as the lion fights, for lordship.

She seemed like a nightmare of Lucy as she lay there, the pointed teeth, the blood stained, voluptuous mouth, which made one shudder to see, the whole carnal and unspirited appearance, seeming like a devilish mockery of Lucy's sweet purity.

The captain swore polyglot, very polyglot, polyglot with bloom and blood, but he could do nothing.

Even the deep, burning eyes seemed set amongst swollen flesh, for the lids and pouches underneath were bloated. It seemed as if the whole awful creature were simply gorged with blood. He lay like a filthy leech, exhausted with his repletion. I

Blood is too precious a thing in these days of dishonourable peace;

After a time, it did not seem a short time either, for the draining away of one's blood, no matter how willingly it be given, is a terrible feeling, Van Helsing held up a warning finger. Do not stir, he said. But I fear that with growing strength she may wake, and that would make danger, oh, so much danger. But I shall precaution take. I shall give hypodermic injection of morphia. He proceeded then, swiftly

I cannot afford to lose blood just at present. I have lost too much of late for my physical good, and then the prolonged strain of Lucy's illness and its horrible phases is telling on me. I am over excited and weary, and I need rest, rest, rest. Happily Van Helsing has not summoned me, so I need not forego my sleep. Tonight I could not well do without it. TELEGRAM

One, two, three, all open their veins for her, besides one old man. Ah, yes, I know, friend John. I am not blind! I love you all the more for it! Now go. In

Ningún hombre sabe, hasta que lo experimenta, lo que se siente que su propia sangre circule por las venas de la mujer que ama.