Quotes About Blood

Blood is the leitmotif of 'Black Swan.'

I cannot sweat because there is no hair and no pores on the skin grafts. And, can you imagine, there is no blood at all in my scars?

A sweaty Macbeth with blood on his arms coming in fresh from the battle doesn't interest me.

I started to itch to do a play again and 'Macbeth' came to the surface in my mind. I never thought I would do it in a conventional way. A sweaty Macbeth with blood on his arms coming in fresh from the battle doesn't interest me.

Every gesture is a gesture from the blood, every expression a symbolic utterance... Everything is of the blood, of the senses.

Is not the heart of man indeed the vase in which his life is continuously maintained by means of his blood?

MAY 8 IN THE TIBETAN medical system disorders of the flesh are related to ignorance, disorders of the bones to anger, and disorders of the blood to attachment.

Good battle! Many deaths to sing of! Many warriors to praise for the blood they've spilled!" "How lovely," muttered Rhonin.

I would put no man upon extremes; but in this case flesh and blood doth make even good men so partial, that they take their duties, and duties of very great worth and weight, to be extremes. If worldly vanities did not blind us, we might see when public or other greater good did call us to deny ourselves and our families.

Then he dipped his finger into Dole's shredded jacket, and with Dole's blood traced an "M" on his forehead. That'd let the medics know he'd had a shot—another would kill him, overdose ... if a medic ever got there ... if McBryar could spot one

As late as 1883, when dueling of all kinds had almost been eradicated elsewhere, a rapier duel between a soda-water seller and a catfish dealer lasted eighty-three minutes before either combatant drew blood.

It is at the heart of the vampire myth. The vampire is dead but also brings death. Because vampires are dead, they are pale, cadaverous, white. They bring themselves a kind of life by sucking the blood of the living, and at such points may appear flushed with red, the colour of life: Hammer

I heard the blood in Mr. Gruffydd voice and searched libraries of words in hot seconds of emptiness only to give him comfort.

Really now, search your soul, lovie-is the vampire so bad? All he does is drink blood.

Don't families stay together?" "Not necessarily," he told me. "Earth ties have less meaning here. Relationships of thought, not blood, are what count.

Never bear a grudge, old fellow. If a stranger starts to rile you, kill him right away. That way you get it out of your blood, so to speak, and are not poisoned.

It is not really known how Ebola is transmitted from person to person. Army researchers believed that Ebola virus traveled through direct contact with blood and bodily fluids (in the same way the AIDS virus travels).

Possibly this epileptic splashing of blood is one of Ebola's strategies for success—it makes the victim go into a flurry of seizures as he dies, spreading blood all over the place, thus giving the virus a chance to jump to a new host—a kind of transmission through smearing.

Our regime," Franco announced grandly, "is based on bayonets and blood, not on hypocritical elections.

The nurse who came in to take her blood was the same one who'd taken her blood pressure earlier, and she slapped the flesh on Miss Beryl's arm with some annoyance, as if she'd have preferred it to assume some other shape. Miss Beryl knew just how the woman felt.

heard his cry but it was like an imagined sound, for it was mingled with the pulse of his life, and it seemed the rain was red blood gushing upon me from the sky, covering my body and mixing with the mud beneath us and around us until we were drowning in a great, thick lake of blood. My mind was empty except for that one thought of red rain steadily falling and then, finally, even that thought grew dim and there was stillness all around me. I

when I tried to talk to him I realized that, though ties of blood made us kin, though I could see a shadow of my face in his face, though there was an echo of my voice in his voice, we were forever strangers, speaking a different language, living on vastly distant planes of reality

He was suffering," Miranda recalled, while Parker promptly rolled his eyes. "Not such a stretch, O Psychic One. The guy did have a bullet hole in him." Miranda disregarded the comment. "No…before that, I mean. Some kind of punishment. His throat was raw, and his lips were all cracked. He could taste his own blood. And he really needed water." "Bar fight and hangover. Mystery solved.

That is correct, Zeus said. The blood of Olympus was spilled. She is fully conscious. Oh, come on! Percy complained. I get a little nosebleed and I wake up the entire earth? That's not fair!