Quotes About Blood

If you haunt me as a beautiful ghost, he is the demon of my nightmares. But part of me somehow resonates with what he is. I'm a wolf, a wolf of the fire. Once that wolf within me has tasted blood, he will take me over completely." "Bayard or the wolf?" Pharinet asked carefully. The wild look in Valraven's eyes made her feel breathless. He shook his head, his eyes screwed tightly shut. "The wolf, the wolf. Bayard is its master.

Sharley felt his strength ebbing away, and his weak leg throbbed painfully, but then a tingling sensation thrilled through his frame and the fighting blood of the Lindenshield clan began to roar through his veins. He drew breath and out crashed the war cry of the icemark...

Healers make the most dreadful enemies, Scion of the House of Strong-in-the-Arm. The knowledge that saves lives can be used to do exactly the opposite. Especially when they have the blood of the Wise Ones in their veins.

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.

It was easy to see that I was made up of exactly the same basic material as the people who built the Golden Gate Bridge and the Statue of Liberty, heart, blood, bone and dreams. And desire too.

But to the fighting soldier that phase of the war is behind. It was left behind after his first battle. His blood is up. He is fighting for his life, and killing now for him is as much a profession as writing is for me.

My church has an historical emphasis on peace, but we can't enjoy peace without honoring the blood our soldiers shed for it.

It is time to remember that old wisdom our soldiers will never forget: that whether we are black or brown or white, we all bleed the same red blood of patriots, we all enjoy the same glorious freedoms, and we all salute the same great American Flag.

Love isn't a stock option, it's a donation. Like blood, you don't ask for it back. Just love. That is the return, knowing that you loved.

My healthy blood was powerless to cure the sick blood of my beloved. That was beyond understanding. And so is death.

You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it's not my own face I see. Your body is twice. Once you once me. Can I be sure which is which?

It was about time she woke up to reality and realized that there was more to being a vampire than just feeding from blood.

ÅŸi v?zui un zbârc roÅŸ, Voia sângele s? i-l beie, Zilele s? i le ieie, Nici sângele n-ai s? i-l bei, C? eu cu acul oi descânta Cu m?tura oi m?tura, În trestie l-oi b?ga, Åži-n Dun?re l-oi arunca Åži Sanda de-acum o r?mânea Curat?!...

As we shall see later, according to certain traditions, metals are also supposed to have issued from the flesh or blood of some immolated primordial, semi-divine being.

Where does violence go, if not directly back into our blood and bones?

It bothered me in a kind of Charles Manson way to have a brown smear of blood on my wall but I also liked it because every time I looked at it I was reminded that I was, at that very moment, not bleeding from my face. And those are powerful words of hope, really.

Nazi kitsch may bear a blood relationship to the highbrow religion of art proclaimed by many moderns.

The mountain trembled like an earthquake. Dust flew into the sky. And the rock turned dark red, like the color of blood'. 'How would you know?' Asks Sindhi cap. 'You only have a black and white television'. 'But it's a very good one. You can almost see colours.

I hear the sound of my blood rushing out and I open my eyes to see it on the floor like ink and I watch as I end before I am empty.

Come with me, Mack," I said. "Back to my place." I tried to pull my hand back. Our fingers were intertwined like those bloody hospital robes. I didn't mind, even when he scared me a little. The blood that kept us alive was trapped just under our skin, racing through veins. All those cells inside and out were fighting for a way to move closer together, beyond the trap of skin, dependent on breath.

There was a wonderful sunset across the distant sky, reflected in the sea, streaked with blood and puffed with avenging purple and gold as if the end of the world had come without intruding on every-day life.

There was a man who killed a buffalo bull to no purpose, only he wanted the blood on his hands.

He says you freed him, Thorgil said with a face like a thundercloud. I did. Wait a minute. How did you know what he said?... You're like Sigurd. You got dragon's blood in your mouth.

You carry the blood of the horse lords, the Bard said... Your mother must have been a descendant of King Hengist, who was said to take the form of a horse when he went into battle. ... So I could be royal, said the shield maiden. Or part horse, Jack added. She danced the stallion sideways, making him jump out of the way.