Quotes About Blood

Adolf Hitler taught that the masses did not think with their brains but with their blood; that is to say, they did not reason but were driven by instincts.

That's why I always say being a Cuban is an incurable disease that you get in your blood, and sometimes it's even contagious.

Anand, look at the back of my hands. No hair. The sign of an advanced race, boy. And look at yours. No hair either. But you never know. With some of your mother's bad blood flowing in your veins you could wake up one morning and find yourself hairy like a monkey

Maybe he would drain Kit's blood in one swift act rather than torture him for days

There is a deep and undeniable sadness in all this: whenever we see the dawn of an eternal good that will never be overcome by evil – an evil that is itself eternal but will never succeed in overcoming good – whenever we see this dawn, the blood of old people and children is always shed.

He had never killed a child; he had never arrested anyone. But he had broken the fragile dyke that protected the purity of his soul from the seething darkness around him. The blood of the camps and the ghettos had gushed over him and carried him away... There was no longer any divide between him and the darkness; he himself was part of the darkness.

If Fascism should ever be fully assured of it's final triumph, the world will choke in blood.

Not ill? No truly, I am young, healthful, and strong; the blood flows freely in my veins; my limbs obey my will; I am robust in mind and body, constituted for a long life. Yes, all this is true; and yet, nevertheless, I have an illness, a fatal illness,--an illness given by the hand of man!

They fathomed principle; they attached themselves to right. They longed for the absolute, they caught glimpses of the infinite realisations; the absolute, by its very rigidity, pushes the mind towards the boundless, makes it float in the illimitable. There is nothing like dream to create the future. Utopia today, flesh and blood tomorrow.

Smoking blood, over-filled cemeteries, mothers in tears,—these are formidable pleaders. When the earth is suffering from too heavy a burden, there are mysterious groanings of the shades, to which the abyss lends an ear.

As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is in the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is in my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She is in the beating of my heart. I

Memories didn't live on streets or in cities. They flowed in the blood, pulsed with your heartbeat.

As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is in the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is in my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She is in the beating of my heart. I cannot now imagine a life without her. I

The ugly, toxic thought was smaller than a drop of blood, yet it poisoned the entire stream.

I'm in a place foreign to me, but there's something about Paris that feels very familiar. I wonder for the first time if a sense of place can be passed down through the blood.

You," Damon said somewhat indistinctly through the blood in his mouth, "have been a naughty boy, boy.

They'd bitten her the little monsters. And now they were sitting on the floor and composedly licking the blood off their chops. A surge of violent revulsion passed through Cassie. From the doorway Faye chuckled. Maybe theyre not getting all their vitamins and minerals from the kitten chow she said.

Blood mattered. Damon mattered. Even if i wished he didn't.

I, Cassie, swear not to betray my trust..." she whispered, and watched her own blood trickle off the side of her hand. "Not by word, or look, or deed, waking or sleeping, by speech or by silence..." She repeated it in a whisper. "... in this land or any other. If I do, may fire burn me, air smother me, earth swallow me, and water cover my grave.

Accordez-moi, Seigneur, ce vin qui est aussi nécessaire que votre précieux sang. Ce vin, sans quoi, tout ici bas est laid et maussade, ce vin qui rend la vie acceptable, et tolérables les foutus contemporains que vous m'avez données.

Do you know the feeling, when your heart is so hurt, that you could feel the blood dripping?

Light coursed through Karou and darkness chased it-burning through her, chilling her, shimmer and shadow, ice and fire, blood and starlight, rushing, roaring, filling her.

Vengeance ought to be spoken through gritted teeth, spittle flying, the cords of one's soul so entangled in it that you can't let it go, even if you try. If you feel it--if you really feel it--then you speak it like it's a still-beating heart clenched in your fist and there's blood running down your arm, dripping off your elbow, and you can't let go.

That is your legend?" Akiva asked, incredulous. Madrigal had told him the story of the sun and Ellai while they flew. "That seraphim are the blood of a rapist sun?