Quotes About Blood

Ouf. That's the one you went with?" she said. "Magic mirrors are for artificer-track seniors." "The others I got were worse," I said, not specifying how. I could have whipped up that frenzy orb in one session with a handful of broken glass. Oh, I'd probably also have needed the life's blood of one of my fellow students, but who's being picky?

And am I—am I clean?" I asked finally, dreading the answer. "Yes," he said. "No corruption could have hidden from that last spell. If we'd done it sooner, it would have killed you. The shadows would have had to steal the breath from your blood to live.

The blood of roses, splashed with the blood of angels, and of demons.

YOU! You're boring! You're not even good enough for a good insult! You're in the one place Where magic is always real! Part the seas if you want! Rain down ink and blood! Transform! Fly! You're not allowed to spend the rest of your life panicking! You've got to give something back if you want to get out of here! What? What?? What do I give? You've got stories in there, I know, I can smell 'em-- Stoppit, stoppit! I don't! I can't tell a story to save my life! Funny you should put it that way.

Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink.

Resentment slowly poisoned my blood and I laughed at myself and my absurd hopes.

As he took them in his arms, the crying of the babies permeated the night like a trail of blood calling out to a predator.

Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink," said the cardinal, as he spread poison on the knife edge by the light of a candelabra.

Llevamos el circo en la sangre.

He bore that cold and vaguely condescending smile of career servants who, as the years go by, start to believe that their masters' lineage has tinged their own blood blue and granted them the privilege of looking down on others.

En las manos equivocadas, éste podría ser un instrumento para el mal." Edmond lo examinó fascinado e intrigado. "Es una gota de sangre del último dragón," murmuró el emperador. "El secreto de la inmortalidad.

The heart is an organ that pumps blood, not sonnets. With a bit of luck some of that circulation reaches the brain, but on the whole it ends up in the gut and, in your case, in the loins—which, if you're not careful, will take over your brain.

My blood froze. He had no nose, lips, or eyelids. His face was nothing but a mask of black scarred skin, consumed by fire. It was the same dead skin that Clara had touched.

La poesía se escribe con lágrimas, la novela con sangre y la historia con agua de borrajas"

the best thing to do was let the water flow; in time the river would carry the bad blood away.

Un cazador debe comprender que, en un momento crítico de la cacería, el papel de la presa y el del cazador se confunden. La caza, la caza de verdad, es un duelo entre iguales. Uno no sabe quién es de verdad hasta que derrama sangre

We have the circus in our blood.

Her laughter began low and quiet then rose in pitch and flickered all over the room, like blood splatter.

She decided to donate blood to the Red Cross; she wanted to donate a quart a week and her blood would be in the veins of Australians and Fighting French and Chinese, all over the whole world, and it would be as though she were close kin to all of these people. She could hear the army doctors saying that the blood of Frankie Addams was the reddest and the strongest blood that they had ever known.

It all happened in a second. The three of them reached Baby at the same time. She lay crumpled down on the dirty sidewalk. Her skirt was over her head, showing her pink panties and her little white legs. Her hands were open—in one there was the prize from the candy and in the other the pocketbook. There was blood all over her hair ribbon and the top of her yellow curls. She was shot in the head and her face was turned down toward the ground.

South Carolina slaveholders were the staunchest of Rebels, belligerent for independence and ready for blood.

Fifteen minutes later, Justin looks at his pint of blood with pride. He doesn't want it to go to some stranger, he almost wants to bring it to the hospital himself, survey the wards and present it to someone special, for it's the first thing to come straight from his heart in a very long time.

You're lips are bloody.' He seized my face in both hands and kissed me. It's hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.

Do you want a drink?" "You mean synthetic blood," she said after a slight hesitation. "Yes, that would be nice. A sociable gesture." "I'm all about the gestures. Bubba, you, too?" "Yes, ma'am, I reckon so," he said.