Quotes About Blood

History knew the truth. History was the most inhuman product of humanity. It scooped up the whole of human will and, like the goddess Kali in Calcutta, dripped blood from its mouth as it bit and crunched.

Insensitive people are only upset when they actually see the blood, but actually by the time that the blood has been shed the tragedy has already completed.

Life strove mightily to exile orthodoxy, hospitalize heresy, and trap humanity into stupidity. It was an accumulation of used bandages soiled with layers of blood and pus. Life was the daily changing of the bandages of the heart that made the incurably sick, young and old alike, cry out in pain.

Before long, my blood would not permit a halt of even a day or two. Something ceaselessly set me to work; my body could no longer tolerate indolence, but began instantly to thirst for violent action, forever urging me on. Thus for many a day I led a life that others might well dismiss as frenzied obsession.

Il governo dell'Imperatore fu tinto di due colori: rosso sangue fino al termine della guerra, e dopo iniziò l'epoca del languido grigio cenere. L'Impero fu inonandato di sangue dal giorno in cui Sua Maestà abbandonò alla loro sorte i nostri fratelli maggiori, e si ricoprì di vana cenere il giorno in cui dichiarò la sua umanità, il giorno in cui definì tutto ciò che era accaduto "una concezione immaginaria

Perfect purity is possible if you turn your life into a line of poetry written with a splash of blood.

In the old days, the general's ribbons / & medals rainbowed across his chest, / & if he were interrogating himself, / by now, blood would be on the walls.

Most nations argue that they are a natural and eternal entity, created in some primordial epoch by mixing the soil of the motherland with the blood of the people.

Poate c? din sîngele cu care oamenii au stropit, au ad?pat, dar n-au s?turat înc? p?mîntul, r?sar macii ro?ii, aceste flori de sînge care acoper? ici-colo galbenul lanurilor de grîu, în fiecare început de var?. Poate c? macii ace?tia r?sar ?i înfloresc ca s? ne spun?: — E timpul s? nu mai v?rsa?i sînge! Poate... Cunoa?te cineva tainele lumii?

He forgot all about the parchment written in blood, and didn't think of it again until six months later, when he came home to find that his parents had disappeared.

A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.

wondered whether the sins of the fathers could ever be washed away ..... or whether a legacy of tainted blood would always colour the lives of the children and the children's children. I didn't come up with any answers

The presence of proteins in the plasma makes the osmotic pressure of the blood higher than that of the interstitial fluid. This osmotic gradient tends to pull water from the interstitial fluid into the capillaries and offset filtration out of the capillaries created by blood pressure

Although blood synthesis in adults is limited, the liver, spleen, and inactive (yellow) regions of marrow can resume blood cell production in times of need.

In adults, the only areas producing blood cells are the pelvis, spine, ribs, cranium, and proximal ends of long bones.

If the journal is the jumble of raw material—blood, bones, sinews—and a poem is the cell, the impulse, the story is the entire animal.

The brain is the organ and instrument of the mind, and controls the whole body. In order for the other parts of the system to be healthy, the brain must be healthy. And in order for the brain to be healthy, the blood must be pure.

How have you been? You're still as beautiful as ever." "As are you, my dear. I love your shoes." "Aren't they delightful? I saw them and just had to have them. Their previous owner wasn't too keen to let them go, but I can be very persuasive when I want to be." "Is that her blood on the left one?" "And no amount of scrubbing will get it out, either.

I am turning murder into an art form. When I – when I kill, I'm actually painting a big, big picture, using blood and, and . . . messiness, you know? – Scapegrace

She held her sword like she was ready to use it on anyone who got close. Darquesse could see her own reflection in the blade. A pretty girl with a scar on her cheek, fifteen years old and dark-haired. Her pale face splattered with other people's blood. Her eyes, dark-ringed. Is this what they all saw, she wondered, or did the see something else? Something magnificent and terrible? Something monstrous?

I know where there's some blood," Lily said.

I felt knowledge and the unity of the world circulate in me like my own blood.

He was a good con man, but not a great con man. He wasn't ruthless enough. He had all the tricks, all the techniques, the facility for it. That part if you'll excuse the expression, was in his blood. But he never really had the heart for it.

His clean skin had a sweet earthy scent, like ripe roasted breadfruit, or warm oiled saddle leather. It was an evocative fragrance that rambled through her blood, at once comforting and licentious.