Quotes About Blood

There is no line of defense, but a territory of defense and that territory is the whole of the motherland. No inch of the motherland may be abandoned without being soaked in the blood of her sons...

Death on the cross raised many doubts in the people. Having some bruises on the hands and feet. But it would've been a different story if the methods of hanging was involved. Simply, because it is the most peaceful death that doesn't involve the shedding of the blood.

The idea of Aryanism is not far from Hebrew laws, marrying only your own people, to preserve your own blood and original identity.

Throw away that foolish idea of carrying aristocratic blood. For, all the drops of blood are the same in humans as in animals.

We can all identify with all the colours on the surface of the skin, but we are all filled with blood from within.

Paul declares that 'flesh and blood cannot inherit God's kingdom.' He doesn't mean that physicality will be abolished. 'Flesh and blood' is a technical term for that which is corruptible, transient, heading for death. The contrast is not between what we call physical and what we call nonphysical but between corruptible physicality, on the one hand, and incorruptible physicality, on the other.

What has been lost is the paganized vision of an angry God looming over the world and bent upon blood.

I could've totally cut out your heart before you knew what was happening." "What stopped you?" "I thought Montgomery might've been pissed off at all the blood on the sheets." "Montgomery would never be something as uncouth as pissed off. Annoyed in an icily genteel manner, perhaps.

I'm not doing any vampire lackey stuff." "Fine." "I'm only drinking your blood." That made his smile widen. "Fine." "That means you're stuck with me." She jutted out her chin. "Try to throw me off for some bimbo and we'll see who's immortal.

I've heard the women in the Refuge talk about how sensual it is when you feed from them." Naasir shrugged. "Cooperative food is better than noncooperative food." [...] "But the Refuge food is too cooperative," he grumbled. "How much blood do they think I can drink?

If blood alone is what defines us, no child born is born in freedom.

Blood for life. Life for life. Changeling justice.

Fragments swam in his blood, weaving their way through his entire system. A system devoid of wildfire. Devoid too of the golden lightning. Uncaring of the loss and of the agony in his chest, he opened his eyes . . . and looked into those of liquid silver.

Anyone who gives gifts locked by blood isn't ever going to give you a bath set.

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In his two hundred and seventy-five years on this earth, he had walked in battle and bathed in blood, felt the hot kiss of a whip on his back, the cold thrust of a knife into his gut, but never had he been called an infant until this moment.

A glow-in-the-dark hunter with equally high-viz eyes and probably radioactive blood. Just what I always dreamed of being.

Strong fingers against her face, his arm holding her tightly in place. "The blood you taste is freely given," he murmured in her ear. "It intoxicates." She

I carry with me a white man who is dead during the day and walks at night. He drinks the blood of the living - both animal and man. (Nancy A. Collins, Deadman's Hand)

Lord, how I wish I could do something tangible and physical to ensure the safety of my children from judgment. Instead I must trust you and thank you for providing the Lamb of God who takes away sin. I ask you to give ________ a deep sense of need for her life to be marked by his blood.

Earth, Ashes to ashes and dust to dust in mother earth we place our trust and as we cycle through our years we water it with blood and tears...

Seek and destroy, hunt and find We will kill all their kind They will beg and they will plead As we drink their blood with mead

In a sense she [Sylvia Plath] was the victim of an obsessive talent that sent her out into the world to gather sensations and seek wounds that could provide creative inspiration. Having acquired the wounds she stuck her fingers into them, turning the pain and blood into lines of highly subjective poetry that both repel and fascinate the reader.

Distant American colonies were presented as a cure. The poor could be purged. In 1622, the famous poet and clergyman John Donne wrote of Virginia in this fashion, describing the new colony as the nation's spleen and liver, draining the "ill humours of the body . . . to breed good bloud.