Quotes About Blood

Achilles returns to the tent, where my body waits. He is red and red and rust-red, up to his elbows, his knees, his neck, as if he has swum in the vast dark chambers of a heart and emerged, just now, still dripping.

first blood was ours, spilt by the god-like prince of Phthia.

The bull has been killed, sweating the last of its blood into dust and dark bronze bowls. It went quietly to its death, a good omen for the games to come.

Divine blood purified our midday race, bred heroes from dust and clay.

He was spring, golden and bright. Envious Death would drink his blood, and grow young again.

Envious death would drink his blood and grow young again

Había contemplado la muerte en pinturas y en los tapices, y también en las figuras negras de las hidrias, pero jamás había visto la vibración del estertor, el ahogo, la desesperación. El olor a sangre.

Zawistna ?mier? mia?a wyssa? z niego krew i sta? si? znów m?oda.

La sangre divina purificaba la sangre sucia de nuestra raza y era capaz de forjar héroes solo con barro y arena.

Héctor debía vivir, porque su vida, pensé mientras retrocedía a gatas sobre la hierba, era el hito final antes de que corriera la sangre del mismísimo Aquiles.

No, I thought. I was not careful. I was reckless, headlong. He was another knife, I could feel it. A different sort, but a knife still. I did not care. I thought: give me the blade. Some things are worth spilling blood for.

His head thudded dully against stone, and I saw the surprised pop of his eyes. The ground around him began to bleed.

I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood So that I could break the rule I learnt all the words and broke them up To make a single word: Homeland..

Out of jasmine the night's blood streams white. Your perfume, my weakness and your secret, follows me like a snakebite. — Mahmoud Darwish, from "Sonnet V," The Butterfly's Burden (Copper Canyon Press, August 1, 2006)

Es va aturar arran de taula , deixant que la sang fes el seu fet, suau, callada, i alhora misteriosament present i agradable, terriblement agradable...

Får jag påminna dig om att du inte ens kände honom för några dagar sedan? - Det är mitt blod som rinner i hans ådror, så om jag säger att han är genom hederlig ber jag dig att inte tvivla på det

First Moloch, horrid king besmeared with blood Of human sacrifice, and parents' tears, Though for the noise of drums and timbrels loud [395] Their children's cries unheard, that passed through fire

But think of the hearts of these whales, beating warm against the sea, day and night, through dark and light, on and on for centuries; how the red blood must rush and gurgle in and out, bucketfuls, barrelfuls at a beat!

This is faith: a renouncing of everything we are apt to call our own and relying wholly upon the blood, righteousness and intercession of Jesus.

Ignorance of God is the source of all wickedness and confusion among men. From this ignorance arouse that flood of abominations which God swept away in Noah's day. The sins of Sodom and Gomorrah were burned up with fire from heaven. In short, all the rage, blood, confusion, desolations, cruelties, oppressions and disasters which fill the world to this day, by which the souls of men have been swept into eternal destruction, have all arisen from the ignorance of God.

blood pumping from his neck like water from a hose.

FOUND BELL WOOD a hundred yards down the street, sitting on the curb. Wood looked like he'd been painted with blood, which was now deepening to a cold umber color. Lucas realized that he looked the same way, and that his fingers were sticking together from the blood smeared between them.

Like many cruel and evil women, Morgan le Fay knew men's weaknesses and discounted their strengths. And she knew also that most improbable actions may be successful so long as they are undertaken boldly and without hesitation, for men believe beyond proof to the contrary that blood is thicker than water and that a beautiful woman cannot be evil.

A blank check. A woman is blank until you fuck her. Everything is blank until you fuck it. Us and Vietnam, fucking and being fucked, blood is wisdom.