Quotes About Blood

Ja volim samoubilacki-krvnicki nemilosrdno i brutalno. Necu drugacije. Ko to moze da izdrzi, a upoznah samo jednog. 'Moja je krv moj put do tebe.

Would you love me if you knew I suck down liver blood in the supermarket?

I drink blood, you eat tacos, get the f*ck over it! -Michel Glass

You have ink in your blood, boy, and no help for it. Books will never be just a business to you.

You sound disappointed." Shane's voice came out faint and thready, and he put his head back against the cushions as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Damn, I hate this. I really do." I know," Oliver said. "Your blood reeks of it.

Sam talking to a frat boy - You. O Positive. How many exits? What?....Oh shit, did you just call me by my blood type?

Losing one pint of blood's an accident. Losing two is carelessness.

SHANE:WANT SOME SHANE ASKED.COME AND GET IT BAT BOY MICHAEL:YOUR NOT MY BLOOD TYPE BRO

You're bleeding all over my couch." I groaned. "Excuse the hell out of me.

Remember, losing one pint of blood's an accident. Losing two is carelessness.

Shane grudgingly donating blood - Yeah about that...could you get us a human ? Shane asked. It creeps me out when a guy`s draining my blood and I hear his stomach rumble.

This was...This was sickeningly different. It was blind, unreasoning hate that just wanted blood and she didn't understand why. It left her feeling horrified and shaky.

She was sending Shane into the predawn darkness with a few chosen fighters, both vampire and human, to take possession of the Bloodmobile: the last reliably accessible blood storage in Morganville.

The mind was only an apparatus within the mechanism of the body—and it took little more than a fever to jostle a cog, so that the gear of thought could no longer turn. Philosophy could be severed from life. Blood overmastered ink.

The mind was only an apparatus within the mechanism of the body--and it took little more than a fever to jostle a cog, so that the gear of thought could no longer turn. Philosophy could be severed from life. Blood overmastered ink. And every thin breath she drew told her which ruled her.

Life without meaning cannot be borne. We find a mission to which we're sworn --or answer the call of Death's dark horn. Without a gleaning of purpose in life, we have no vision, we live in strife, --or let blood fall on a suicide knife.

the nip that twitches through your blood is the chill of the sudden suspicion that you are a stranger in a strange land.

And though the blood of Abel had once cried out from the Earth, we had come now to a time when so much blood had been spilled over the millennia that the throat of the Earth was clotted and choked, and fresh blood could not raise a voice from it.

Blood has an oder faint but distinct, of conceit and modesty, of courage and cowardice, of charity and greed, of faith and doubt, in short the fragrance of what we might have been and the smell of what we are...

As you know, Bob, what with DNA analysis, this whole business is getting highly sophisticated these days. Why, they can break down a sample into so many signatures that a person's blood is almost as unique as his fingerprints.

mind, human and inhuman, in a rapture of blood lust and violence, will be an existence more horrific

Ross Morrant, the bodyguard, was sprawled in a mess of blood, mayonnaise, mustard, and salami.

According to the autopsy, his blood-alcohol level was high

then went to the refrigerator and got a small bottle full of blood.