Quotes About Blood

Always the padre told us that the wine is the blood of Christ and it's Him you are drinking from the cup, His life on your lips. But the padre was wrong - blood is not life, water is

Children of the same family, the same blood, with the same first associations and habits, have some means of enjoyment in their power, which no subsequent connections can supply.

My family has never been there for me. They expect things because we're blood.

Nature, the great Moloch, which exacts a frightful tax of human blood, sparing neither young nor old; taking the child from the cradle, the mother from her babe, and the father from the family.

I have often noticed that ancestors never boast of the descendants who boast of ancestors. I would rather start a family than finish one. Blood will tell, but often it tells too much.

He who is not proud of his own blood is not worthy of it.

I don't have expensive tastes – just bloody ones.– Vampire Dragul Mangorian

For all I know, the guy is Dracula.

By fire, fever, storm and sword, your blood shall suffer this bane. No peace or joy for Wintersloe's lord, till the puzzle ring is whole again

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

But the love of adventure was in father's blood.

Jesus did not have human blood: He was born of the virgin Mary with the divine blood of His Father.

...it is said with such terrible justice that the sins of the fathers are avenged down to the tenth generation. But this applies only to profanation of the blood and the race.

There's something nice and valuable and wonderful about the suspense and the classic horror that doesn't just crutch on blood and the almost pornographic view of fear.

It begins with absence and desire. It begins with blood and fear. It begins with a discovery of witches.

In fear I hurried this way and that. I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, the one as hateful as the other.

I felt like the most despicable woman in the world for allowing my mother to be a vagabond and not lifting a finger to rescue her. Other nights I cried from rage, from pure hatred, and I couldn't rid myself of it. Hatred is like blood, it's impossible to conceal and it stains everything.

Hatred is like blood, it's impossible to conceal and it stains everything.

Lots of famous chefs today don't look whacked, because they don't work. They have a healthy glow and a clear complexion. There is blood in their cheeks. They haven't got burns on their wrists and cuts on their hands.

So, Abe's blood was spattered all over the walls of his office." Quinn traced a hand down the doorframe and looked at him meaningfully. "You might want to consider whether you really want the same people to come looking for you." He smiled without warmth as he made a business card appear. "Call me when you get it through your head that you're in danger.

Monsters lurk in every culture's life blood – the history of the world is as much the history of its monsters as its angels, and who is the more fascinating: Elizabeth Bathory and her blood-bathing, or Mother Teresa and her poor? Vlad ?epe? and his impalings, or Saint Francis and his birds? I wish I could give you better answers, I really do, but monsters throng about us; they always have.

All right," said Eden. "After all, we've got to hide somewhere. And even if they move on a bit faster than we can, they'll still leave signs, won't they? "Yes, they'll drip blood and leave echoes of people laughing," said Timon in a dark voice. Eden looked at him apprehensively. But then Timon laughed himself. "Joking! Joking! Only joking!" he cried, and Eden nodded, echoing his laughter rather uncertainly.

Non sentì dolore, fu solo sorpresa nel vedere come era bello il sangue. Bello come una collana di rubini che nessun filo avrebbe potuto trattenere.

Any season / is a season for blood, if you look at it in the right light.