Quotes About Blood

your eternal destiny: the ultimate love story, written in blood on a wooden cross erected in Judea some two thousand years ago.

With the blood of a scoundrel and a princess in his veins, his defiance will shake the stars.

Vampires are slicker than goose shit on a glass window.

They fought for glory, but not for blood. They were Weirlind, heirs of the warrior's stone. And they always slept better with blades beneath their beds.

Casey's flesh and blood sends the war machine's children to exclusive private schools.

We were lost in the deep forest of limbs and muscles on fire, of sweetness and complaint, of choking and anguish, where roots as old as man himself penetrate and are nourished with blood.

The patriot blood of my father was warm in my veins.

The night of today looks at me with torpor, verdigris and lime. I want inside this night that is longer than life, I want, inside this night, life raw and bloody and full of saliva.

When she was a little girl, her aunt, in order to frighten her, insisted that the vampire – the one that sucks human blood by biting its victims in the flesh of the neck – casts no reflection in the mirror. She reckoned that it might not be such a bad thing being a vampire, for the blood would add a touch of pink to her sallow complexion. For she gave the impression of having no blood unless a day might come when she would have to spill it.

When she was a little girl, her aunt, in order to frighten her, insisted that the vampire - the ones that sucks human blood by biting its victims in the flesh of the neck - casts no reflection in the mirror. She reckoned that it might not be such a bad thing being a vampire, for the blood would add a touch of punk to her sallow complexion. For she gave the impression of having no blood unless a day might come when she would have to spill it.

What am I in this instant? I am a typewriter making the dry keys echo in the dark and humid early hours. For a long time I haven't been people. They wanted me to be an object. I'm an object. An object dirty with blood. That creates other objects and the typewriter creates all of us. It demands. The mechanism demands and demands my life. But I don't obey totally: if I must be an object let it be an object that screams.

Tenho medo de escrever. É tão perigoso. Quem tentou, sabe. Perigo de mexer no que está oculto – e o mundo não está à tona, está oculto em suas raízes submersas em profundidades do mar. Para escrever tenho que me colocar no vazio. Neste vazio é que existo intuitivamente. Mas é um vazio terrivelmente perigoso: dele arranco sangue.

But she didn't want to rest! – Her blood ran through her more slowly, its pace domesticated, like a beast that had trained its steps to fit in its cage.

If abandoned rage asks, Who should answer for this? / Say, the very blood of our lives eats composure up.

Every vial of blood is no measure for every sacrifice that you make if the sacrifices are not instilled for freedom and human dignity.

In black and white it had been easy to ignore. But here was a television station with the audacity to send pictures of real red blood into everyone's home. Our boys in the field were bleeding in color.

L'altro tizio era ricoperto di sangue?". "Quasi certamente sì. Tu cosa ne pensi?". Morse annuì. "Magari accidentale?". "Accidentalmente intenzionale. Morse, segnati queste parole".

Po to i ma szlachta krew, aby j? przelewa?a

What dreadful misfortune awaited them among the savage hordes intoxicated with blood?

There are but a few blood purifiers and these are all in the body. We know them as the liver, kidneys, lungs, colon, and a few glands.

I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.

The vastness around him was now his flesh. And yet, nothing -not the countless footsteps taken or knowledge acquired, not the adversaries bested or the friends made, not the love felt or the blood shed- had made it his.

She lives on the fumes of whiskey and the iron in the blood of her prey.

is a prince even human? If you add him up, does the total make a man? He is made of shards and broken fragments of the past, of prophecies and of the dreams of his ancestral line. The tides of history break inside him, their current threatens to carry him away. His blood is not his own, but ancient blood.