Quotes About Blood

The smell of blood... it was on his breath. What does he do? I think. Drink it? I imagine him sipping it from a teacup. Dipping a cookie into the stuff and pulling it out dripping red.

Blood like raindrops on the window.

If you hit flesh, you're rewarded with a burst of fake blood. Our dummies are soaked in red.

lap the blood flowing from my wound, each lick

Laughter changes to screams, blood stains pastel stones, real smoke darkens the special effect stuff made for television.

I got my father's blood." The kind that quickens during a hunt, not an epidemic.

Peeta. Blut wie Regentropfen am Fenster. Wie feuchte Erde an den Stiefeln.

The smell of blood . . . it was on his breath.

I feel the sickening impact of the skull against my shoe. The scent of blood and roses stings my nose.

The outpouring of Christ's blood is the source of the church's life.

When I first came to Southern California I enrolled at UCLA in pre-med. My fathers a doctor. But the sight of blood turns me off, so I began doing television commercials.

He sank to his knees, absolutely full of despair and sadness. For a long time, droplets of blood continued to fall into his lap.

every dream I have about kissing you ends with blood on my hands.

His presence fogged my mind, warmed my blood, kept the darkness at bay – maybe because he was the darkness itself.

Always remember when it comes to family arguments and disputes. "Blood is thicker than anger.

Blood and wine are interchangeable. Love and hate are unrecognizable. Sanity is no longer with me.

Yet I am not writing with ordinary ink, but with red blood that dripsfrom my heart. All its wounds long scarred over have opened and itthrobs and hurts, and now and then a tear falls on the paper.

Love and loyalty run deeper than blood

There is a love that binds us allIt's in our blood, it's who we areand it's nested in the branches of this treeand it's rooted in the Earth where we keepall of our stories

Donate your blood from your heart to save life. Life will donate you hearts full of love, blood and contentment in return.

Blood Life is not hunger. It's freedom

Our meeting was inevitable. Our love was terminal. But God and Goddess damn it, our daughter was no mistake at all.

You are blood. You are sisters. No man can break that bond.

The staunch, old soakers, on the other hand men who, if put on tap, would have yielded a red alcoholic liquor, by way of blood usually confined themselves to plain brandy-and-water, gin, or West India rum; and