Quotes About Blood

I think the fear gets into your blood. It makes your subatomic particles twist and distort. You change, chemically. The fear changes, too. It because not your helper, but your master. You are a slave to it.

High-density lipoprotein is not really cholesterol but a carrier of cholesterol, able to absorb cholesterol particles and other fats from the blood and donate them to tissues if needed, or to the liver for processing and excretion if not.

estrogen tells the liver habitually to favor the production of HDL over that of low-density lipoprotein. (Intense exercise can have a similarly promotional effect on the liver's outlay of HDL; the rigors of chronic activity inspire the same anabolic spirit that reproduction does, the same need to scavenge available blood lipids for the sake of creating new cells.)

By the classic definition, a hormone is a substance secreted by one tissue that travels through blood or another body fluid to another tissue, whereupon the hormone arouses the encountered tissue to a new state of activity.

He is dark as history, origin of the word native: the weight of blood

The servant, still a child, cranes his neck, turns his face up toward all of them. He is dark as history, origin of the word native: the weight of blood, a pale mistress on his back, heavier every year.

If not immanence, the soul's bright anchor--blood passed from one to the other--what knowledge haunts each body, what history, what phantom ache? One man always low, in a grave or on the ground, the other up high, closer to heaven; one man always diseased, the other a body in service, plundered.

And instead of their advanced state in science being attributable to a superior development of intellectual faculties,…it is solely owing to…their innate thirst for blood and plunder.

This country's bones and flesh are made of rock and its blood is the ice-cold water of glacier melt.

When your king arrives in a blood-splashed boat and departs in a hurry-leaving behind a favoured kinswoman and her household for whom he demands hospitality, you give it. It doesn't matter that she's only ten. It matters that she's the subject of a prophecy and has the most direct and uncanny gaze of any maid you've ever seen, and that one wrong word to the king would mean being staked out for the ravens.

If she's to guide kings, she'll need subtlety, and all the Anglisc know is blade and blood and boast." Hild said in Irish, "You have not met my mother.

You are a prophet and a seer with the brightest mind in an age. Your blood is that of a man who should have been king and a woman who is half sister to the king of Kent and wants to be a queen. That's what the king and his lords see. And they will kill you, one day. If not Edwin, then the king who kills him.

If she's to guide kings she'll need subtlety, and all the Anglisic know is blade and blood and boast." Hild said in Irish, "You have not met my mother.

You can never walk away. They'll always find you. You matter for your blood. And your mind." "Which you made." "To keep you safe.

Hild was recognized: a tall maid with fathomless eyes, a very big knife and the pig's blood still on her skirts.

She saw more blood in the snow that winter than she had in the whole of her life.

He was ferment and rot wearing the gear of a prince and lord, a wave of blood and rage.

The end of the room dripped and glowed an eerie vampire-cavern red. Blood dripped onto the body below, thickly, silently, the drops absorbed by its clothes.

Modern man no longer dares to preach that the individual is born as a blank slate. Too many mishaps have taught him that we are the oppressed heirs of our family, our race, our blood. Blood is not an innocent liquid, but the viscous paste of history.

Die Hinrichtung Ludwigs XVI. ist weniger der politischen Geschichte Frankreichs zuzuordnen als der religiösen Geschichte des Abendlandes. Die Königsmorde besiegelten einen neuen Bund im Blute frevlerischer Opferung.

I was always shocked when I went to the doctor's office and they did my X-ray and didn't find that I had eight more ribs than I should have or that my blood was the color green.

You do resemble me," the duke said. "The question is, does your blood run hot or cold?

a person acting selfishly is overly sanguine, and has too much blood; this is remedied by cutting down on meat, or by making small cuts into the veins to release blood.

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