Quotes About Blood

And yet one carries the sins of his forebears as one carries their features in his face. One bears their blood, and their honor or their blight.

The entry wound cried a single tear of blood. Such an insignificant wound, but Death was nesting in it.

La novia no vio el esqueleto deforme flotar en la superficie del contenedor abierto. Huesos manchados de sangre. Unas fauces se contorsionaron hasta producir un grito ahogado. Ojos hundidos mirando, buscando. Los recuerdos y el terror lo hicieron flotar. La fuerza de voluntad lo hizo flotar. Tap tap tap. Como teclas de una máquina de escribir.

Nora said, "I thought vampires drank virgin blood. They hypnotize…they turn into bats…" Setrakian said, "They are much romanticized. But the truth is more…how should I say?" "Perverse," said Eph. "Disgusting," said Nora.

Raindrops thump my poncho like pebbles falling into a broken drum. Half asleep, my face pressed into my gear, I listen to the sounds of the horror that is everywhere, buried just beneath the surface of the earth. In my dreams of blood I make love to a skeleton. Bones click, the earth moves, my testicles explode.

Das Weib, die allgegenwärtige Wirklichkeit, brennt sich uns nackt ins Blut, und wo wir mit ihr kämpfen müssen, da ziehen wir sie am besten erst recht nackt aus, in der Tat oder Vorstellung, so gut wir eben können

since red is a signal for many vital things, most importantly danger (blood) and sex

Blood spouted into the night air like an oil strike. In vain he grabbed at the stump and tried to stem the flow with an oily rag. The blood spurted into his face, blinding him.

Blood vessels, from aorta to capillaries, form another kind of continuum. They branch and divide and branch again until they become so narrow that blood cells are forced to slide through single file. The nature of their branching is fractal.

Mr. Eben warned Harve that any puppies that had the sheep killer's blood in them were bound to be no 'count by the law of heritage. Bonnie's litter was on the way when the father was killed and Harve believed he could cure the pups of any bad habits. The father had had a lot of courage, a strong heart and a good nose. Maybe the pups would be all right.

We must be mad, literally mad as a nation… It is like watching a nation busily engaged in heaping up its own funeral pyre… As I look ahead, I am filled with foreboding. Like the Roman, I seem to see the River Tiber foaming with much blood. Enoch Powell, 1968

One of the biggest lies ever told is, "Blood makes you family". No blood makes you related; loyalty, love and trust makes you family.

There is within me a knot of cruelty borne by the stream of love, much as our blood sometimes bears the seed of our destruction ...

His blood began to murmur in his veins, murmuring like a sinful city summoned from its sleep to hear its doom.

Tides, myriadislanded, within her, blood not mine, _oinopa ponton_, a winedark sea.

Her shapely fingernails reddened by the blood of squashed lice from the children's shirts.

He added in a preacher's tone: —For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul and blood and ouns. Slow music, please. Shut your eyes, gents. One moment. A little trouble about those white corpuscles. Silence, all.

All those wretched quarrels, in his humble opinion, stirring up bad blood — bump of combativeness or gland of some kind, erroneously supposed to be about a punctilio of honour and a flag, — were very largely a question of the money question which was at the back of everything, greed and jealousy, people never knowing when to stop.

Did you know that the hum of a car engine through the metal and seats is approximately in B-flat, the same as the hum of blood in the arteries of a pregnant woman? That's why children sleep so easily in the backseat of an automobile.

You know what death smells like? Fish blood that someone has buried in a garden of night-blooming flowers. Or a field mortuary during the monsoon season in a tropical country right after the power generators have failed. Or the buckets that the sugar-worker whores used to pour into the rain ditches behind their cribs on Sunday morning. If that odor comes to you on the wind or in your sleep, you tend to take special notice of your next sunrise.

Vader approached, drawing and igniting his Sith blade. Shryne blinked blood from his eyes; lifted his lightsaber hand only to realize that he had lost the sword during his fall. Slumping back, he loosed a ragged, resigned exhalation.

Wilhuff had had ample time to grow accustomed to the sight, scent, and taste of blood, but he had never seen so much human blood spilled in one place.

The purpose of separation of church and state is to keep forever from these shores the ceaseless strife that has soaked the soil of Europe in blood for centuries. [ Letter objecting to the use of government land for churches, 1803 ]

Then I stood and dropped the phone. I may have screamed—I can't remember. Vincent lived in a gated mansion on the outskirts of Tampa, maybe an hour away. He would have sent help of his own. Mobsters who'd be pulling up the drive any minute. And they'd find me, the wife of a cop, alone in the house, dripping with Anthony's blood. Anthony, who'd been killed with a kitchen knife. Me, his personal chef.