Quotes About Blood

In the legends, chimaera were sprung from tears and seraphim from blood, but in this moment they are, all of them, children of regret.

The goddess of assassins has tasted my blood, he thought, and he wondered if she liked it, and wanted more.

Your entire being can become a scream. At the edge of a hurled knife, that fast. Karou's did. She wasn't flesh and blood in that instant but only air rushing in to gather for a scream that might never end.

He didn't believe in magic and demons. He believed in day and night, endurance and fury, cold mud and loneliness and the speed with which blood leaves the body

Or possibly "I like cake." (She likes cake. This is one of four things I know about her. The others are: 2. Her name is Zuzana, 3. she's in her last year at the Lyceum, so is probably eighteen, which is young but not heinously young, and 4. she can freeze a person's blood with a look. I've seen it happen, though I have not been on the receiving end. She has voodoo eyes, and is more than slightly terrifying.

En las leyendas, las quimeras nacían de las lágrimas y los serafines de la sangre, pero en este momento todos ellos son hijos de la tristeza.

But just because the past is blood doesn't mean the future must be, too.

My life is blood because my world is beasts.

I legenderna föddes kimärer ur tårar och serafer ur blod, men i denna stund är de alla sorgens barn (s. 301).

Ice and ending. The instant froze, impossible. Unthinkable. True. Your entire being can become a scream. At the edge of a hurled knife, that fast. Karou's did. She wasn't flesh and blood in that instant but only air rushing in to gather for a scream that might never end.

Hayat?m kandan ibaret çünkü bütün dünyam canavarlarla dolu.

As always, anything touching on the mysteries had a quickening effect on him, like a drumbeat pulling at this pulse—at both his pulses, blood and spirit, the rhythms of his two hearts interwoven like the syncopation of two hands beating at different drums.

Lazlo looked to the Cusp, subtle in the starlight. The mysteries of Weep had been music to his blood for as long as he could remember. This time tomorrow, they would be mysteries no longer.

Si alguien se enamoraba alguna vez de él, pensó con amargura, tal vez fuera agradable poder tocarla sin derramar sangre

We are earth's children, and life is the same in sap as in blood; all that the earth, our mother, feels and expresses to the eye by her form and aspect, in melancholy or in splendor, finds an echo within us.

The blood of the thief, the pioneer and the marauder, the yearner and the usurper. She looks out at the desert and its dream of tranquility.

I've known rivers:I've known rivers ancient as the world and olderthan the flow of human blood in human veins.My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I keep thinking about blood, I dream about it. Wake up thinking about it. Pretty soon I'll be writing morbid emo poetry about it.

And quit baring your fangs at me. It's making me nervous." "Good," Simon said. "if you want to know why, it's because you smell like blood." "It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." Jace raised his left hand.

Of course he loves me. I'm his sister." "Blood isn't love," said Magnus, and his voice was bitter.

Fresh is better. But you've never drunk fresh blood. Have you?" Simon raised his eyebrow in response. "Well, aside from mine of course," Jace said. "And I'm pretty sure my blood is fan-tastic.

She had never imagined that the kiss would be so brief and desperate and wild. Or that it would taste of holy water. Holy water and blood.

Isabelle!" he called again. "Let down your raven hair!' "Oh my God," Clary muttered. "There was something in that blood Raphael gave you, wasn't there? I'm going to kill him.

Magnus stood up and went to the window. He pushed the curtain back, letting in just enough light to silhouette his hawklike profile. "Blood," he said, half to himself. "I had a dream two nights ago. I saw a city all of blood, with towers made of bone, and blood ran in the streets like water." Simon slewed his eyes over to Jace. "Is standing by the window muttering about blood something he does all the time?" "No," said Jace, "sometimes he sits on the couch and does it.