Quotes About Blood

No, Ashok. Love is not a tap. It flows and flows like blood from a wound, and you can die of it.

Though I'm old and blind, I promise to put up a worthy fight. Probably kill half of you. No matter how harmless I may seem, you better know the blood running in my veins is that of a Nephite.

Here the scent of fake roses was underscored with the bright iron reek of blood.

Our success will not come from the acts of our forefathers, but can come alone from what we are doing now. Those who have inherited rich blood can use that richness in building greatness in themselves, but those who have not the privilege of such inheritance need not be discouraged. They can create their own rich blood and make it as rich as they like.

Yes, indeed, the coconut—the delectable thought now revealed itself to him—was in truth the theosophical grail! The open shell with the meat and the sweet milk within was thus not just a symbol for, but in actual fact the body and blood of Christ.

Hunting is a relic of the barbarous spirit that thirsted formerly for human blood, but is now content with the blood of birds and animals.

so filled with nervous energy that I can feel the blood pumping through my heart.

We are tied to the sea, and its dark abyss, by blood.

And I'm sure There was blood in the gutter from somebody's head Or else it was the sunset in a puddle,

J'aimerais que mon père ait été un requin Qui eût déchiré quarante baleiniers (Et dans leur sang j'aurais appris à nager)

The future smells of Russian leather, of blood, of godlessness and of much whipping. I advise our grandchildren to come into the world with very thick skin on their backs.

Goshawks are things of death and blood and gore, but they are not excuses for atrocities. Their inhumanity is to be treasured because what they do has nothing to do with us at all.

The tiny, hair-like feathers between her beak and eye – crines – are for catching blood so that it will dry, and flake, and fall away, and the frowning eyebrows that lend her face its hollow rapacious intensity are bony projections to protect her eyes when crashing into undergrowth after prey.

Hélas, ô sacrifice, ô gloire, Ô silence qui va saigner.

Happiness needs unhappiness. Joy goes hand in hand with sorrow. It is thanks to the shadow that we exist. We must not dream of an absurd abstraction. We must guard the bond that links us to blood and earth.

Ah, I fancy it is just the same with most of what you call your emancipation. You have read yourself into a number of new ideas and opinions. You have got a sort of smattering of recent discoveries in various fields -- discoveries that seem to overthrow certain principles which have hitherto been held impregnable and unassailable. But all this has only been a matter of intellect, Miss West -- superficial acquisition. It has not passed into your blood.

O vi Selv, vi Selv endnu ere vilde i vor Hu, stundom og i vore Skikke. Vestens Indianer ikke ere i saa hadske Slægter, skjøndt hverandres Blod de drikke, splittede i Skoven ad, som Europa er i Sekter af forbittret Meningshad.

Blood flashes through the brain in a matter of seconds, one quarter of all the blood from the heart, darkening as the brain takes the oxygen out of it. Thinking, perceiving and feeling, and the control of our bodies, most of it unconscious, are energy-intensive processes fuelled by oxygen.

I am an optimist because I want to change things for the better and I know that blood has to be spilled and disharmony and cruelty are necessary to do that.

My love is a thousand French poets puking black blood on your Cure CD collection.

You will see war not as a beautiful, orderly, and gleaming formation, with music and beaten drums, streaming banners and generals on prancing horses, but war in its authentic expression - as blood suffering and death.

you'll see awful scenes, which shake the soul, you'' see the war, not in correctly, beautifully likable line with music and drums, with raised flags and proudly generals on horses, but in its true image - in blood, sufferings and death.

Sin embargo, nos queda un medio de salvación: la sangre vertida por el Hijo Unigénito de Dios, que por nosotros sufrió tantos tormentos; pues bien, hermanos, demos gracias a Dios que nos envió a su Hijo sacrosanto. Su divina sangre...

No ser feliz es dudar de nuestro cuerpo, del calor de nuestra sangre, del fuego devorador del corazón, de la claridad del espíritu que inunda nuestro ser