Quotes About Blood

Monarchy and succession have laid (not this or that kingdom only) but the world in blood and ashes. 'Tis a form of government which the word of God bears testimony against, and blood will attend it.

This verb refers to God's verdict of not guilty on the day of judgment (Rom 2:13). God's eschatological verdict has now been announced in advance for those who believe in Jesus Christ.13 Those who have been justified by the blood of Christ will be saved from God's wrath at the eschaton

Freedom has cost too much blood and agony to be relinquished at the cheap price of rhetoric.

Father, my heart, my heart; my dead heart, quicken it; my hard heart, soften it in Christ's blood. Father, my heart, my heart.' Surely God, who hears the cry of ravens, will hear the cry of his children!

Our sins are worser than the sins of the devils: the lapsed angels never sinned against Christ's blood. Chris died not for them.The medicine of his merit was never intended to heal them. But we have affronted and disparaged his blood by unbelief.

We should look upon sin in two looking-glasses—the glass of Christ's blood, and the glass of death.

I took a closer look. Jesus had piercing blue eyes, dark hair that hung in a flawless mess, his body was emaciated and taut, his hands and feet dripped with blood, and nothing but a gauzy loincloth hid what looked like a nice package underneath. "Sexy," I said. "He looks like a rock star.

Glory be to you, God the Father, for such a way of recovery for undone sinners. Glory be to you, God the Son, for you have loved me and washed me in your own blood. Glory be to you, God the Holy Spirit, for your power has turned my heart from sin to God.

Is he dead?" "Not sure," said Serge, "but blood from the ears rarely precedes a big dance number.

If you cut off your arm instead of going 'spurt, spurt, spurt' wouldn't it, like, go nuts? Or would it go with the beat of your heart?

The Irish are the only men who know how to cry for the dirty polluted blood of all the world.

Maybe he's wondering what kind of horror might sprout a misfit like that, wondering too if the seed was planted last Halloween night in dirt tamped down with a murdered kid's blood—

I see the game now. You can't write with ink, and you can't write with your own heart's blood, but you can write with the heart's blood of some one else. You have to be a cad before you can be an artist. O'Henry 'The Plutonian Fire' (1905)

Good, we wanted good: to set the world right. We didn't lack integrity: we lacked humility. What we wanted was not innocently wanted. Precepts and concepts, the arrogance of theologians, to beat with a cross, to institute with blood, to build the house with bricks of crime, to declare obligatory communion. Some became secretaries to the secretary to the General Secretary of the Inferno.

I travel your body, like the world, your belly is a plaza full of sun, your breasts two churches where blood performs its own parallel rites, my glances cover you like ivy

O my soul! Nothing comes between you and God but the atoning blood of Jesus. His blood annihilates all your sin and guilt. Robed in His imputed righteousness, you are to God nearer than the highest angel in heaven--and nearer you can not be--and God draws near to you and speaks--A God at hand, says the Lord.

Do not be content with the old anointing. It is essential to a more holy and happy life...that you seek to be anointed with new oil. Do not be satisfied with past experiences. [...] Seek to have a new revelation of Christ to your soul. Seek the renewed application of His precious blood to your conscience. Oh, seek the fresh oil!

When faced with Death, people lose control of their bodily functions—particularly the majority of those men who are known to be brave-hearted. For this reason, the corpse-strewn battlefields that you've depicted thousands of times reek not of blood, gunpowder and heated armor as is assumed, but of shit and rotting flesh.

Gorky called for the building of a monument to the young martyr, who, the writer said, had 'understood that a relative by blood may also be an enemy of the spirit, and that such a person is not to be spared'.69

Scholars don't have blood flowing in their veins, said Hamlet. When they're wounded, they bleed logic, and when all of it is gone, their brains die, and they become ... soldiers.

Fatherhood to us was an act of passion, soon forgot; but not to Orem ap Avonap. Never guessing that the blond and happy farmer was no blood of his, Orem had taken a part of that simple man into himself and saved it for this time. At any time in the Palace he might run by, Youth on this shoulders or, as time went by, toddling along behind.

he could feel the earth beneath, all the deep stone of it, cool and hard near the surface of the earth, but hotter and softer as you went deep, until it flowed like honey, a vast sweet fiery ocean of molten rock a thousand times more voluminous and ten thousand times heavier than the sea. It felt to him as if it were his own blood, and his heart pumped it.

He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world's heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world's pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.

What he loved in horses was what he loved in men, the blood and the heat of the blood that ran them. All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leanings of his life were for the ardenhearted and they would always be so and never be otherwise.