Quotes About Blood

The ideal life is in our blood and never will be still.

Bright colors don't exist in the ghetto, except for the yellow stars and puddles of red blood that we carefully step around. "More shootings," Papa says quietly. His face is gray.

Dead people don't bleed for long.

All fancied sanctification which does not arise wholly from the blood of the cross is nothing better than Pharisaism. If we would be holy, we must get to the cross, and dwell there; else, notwithstanding all our labour, diligence, fasting, praying and good works, we shall be yet void of real sanctification, destitute of those humble, gracious tempers which accompany a clear view of the cross.

To live at all is to share a world with cagey magic, skeptical magic, asshole magic. But, honestly, the trees must belong to something; the blossoms that tongue each groove between buildings, the water and the stone and the serious man-made steel railings all must belong. This major artery where blood and starlight pump along the tracks, where banks and malls and office towers shudder and gestate in the concrete like baobab trees.

Everything must have been fraudulent and pointless if thousands of years of civilization weren't even able to prevent this river of blood, couldn't stop these torture chambers existing in their hundreds of thousands. Only a military hospital can really show you what war is.

Ravic straightened up. "Faith can easily make one fanatical. That's why all religions have cost so much blood." He grinned. "Tolerance is the daughter of doubt, Eugénie. That explains why you, with all your faith, are so much more aggressive toward me than I, lost infidel, am toward you." Veber

My healthy blood was powerless to cure the sick blood of my beloved. That was beyond understanding. And so is death.

He pointed to the sky in which Mars twinkled above the darkening roofs, large and red. "Yes, and they say that that fellow up there is closer to our earth than he has been for many years." He laughed. "Soon we'll read that somewhere a child has been born with a mole like a sword. And that it was raining blood somewhere else. The only thing missing now is the enigmatic comet of the Middle Ages to make all the ominous signs complete

How various is a face; but an hour ago it was strange and it is now touched with a tenderness that comes, not from it, but from out of the night, the world and the blood, all these things seem to shine in it together.

Wie sinnlos ist alles, was je geschrieben, getan, gedacht wurde, wenn so etwas möglich ist! Es muß alles gelogen und belanglos sein, wenn die Kultur von Jahrtausenden nicht einmal verhindern konnte, daß diese Ströme von Blut vergossen wurden, daß diese Kerker der Qualen zu Hunderttausenden existieren. Erst das Lazarett zeigt, was Krieg ist.

My hands grow cold and my flesh creeps; and yet the night is warm. Only the mist is cold, this mysterious mist that trails over the dead and sucks from them their last, creeping life. By morning they will be pale and green and their blood congealed and black.

Haie looked round once again and said wrathfully, satisfied and rather mysteriously: "Revenge is black-pudding.

All that meets me, all that floods over me are but feelings—greed of life, love of home, yearning for the blood, intoxication of deliverance.

How pointless all human thoughts, words and deeds must be, if things like this are possible! Everything must have been fraudulent and pointless if thousands of years of civilization weren't even able to prevent this river of blood, couldn't stop these torture chambers existing in their hundreds of thousands

had had enough of blood and terror to last me for the rest of my life.

Feeling downright giddy, which must be the lack of blood, Ethan flung his arm over his face and winced. Doubled over. What? What is it! Are you bleeding again? Alexis reached for him. He dropped his arm and smiled. No. It's just that I was momentarily blinded by your beauty. Her jaw dropped and she slapped his arm. Idiot. But as he laughed, he saw her struggle not to grin.

Creation is a nightmare spectacular taking place on a planet that has been soaked for hundreds of millions of years in the blood of all its creatures.

At what cost do we purchase the assurance that we are heroic? No doubt, one of the reasons Becker has never found a mass audience is because he shames us with the knowledge of how easily we will shed blood to purchase the assurance of our own righteousness.

Your blood coagulates beautifully.

A severed femoral artery empties itself faster than you can believe.

I have never seen a man who lost the blood from his face so fast, and I wondered where it went

virada para cima. A ponta farpeada do arpão projetava-se em ângulo no dorso do peixe e o mar estava colorido com o sangue vermelho do seu coração. Primeiro a água se tornara muito escura naquele mar tão azul com mais de uma milha

Sweat saves blood, blood saves lives, but brains saves both.