Quotes About Blood

El sudor ahorra sangre, la sangre ahorra vidas, y el cerebro, las dos cosas.

He is life's liberating force. He is release of limbs and communion through dance. He is laughter, and music in flutes. He is repose from all cares -- he is sleep! When his blood bursts from the grape and flows across tables laid in his honor to fuse with our blood, he gently, gradually, wraps us in shadows of ivy-cool sleep.

If our liberty and republican form of government, procured for us by our revolutionary fathers, are worth the blood and treasure at which they were obtained, it is surely our duty to protect and defend them.

The Duke was strongly pro-German, indeed considered himself almost German, telling Diana Mosley, 'Every drop of blood in my veins is German.'15 He spoke German fluently and sometimes referred to it as his mother tongue and had spent most of his summers before the First World War visiting German relatives. The murder of his Russian relations in 1918 had had a profound influence on him and he always considered communism as the real threat to Britain's interests and empire.

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It was the Russians who provided the oceans of blood necessary to defeat Germany, and it cannot be reiterated enough that out of every five Germans killed in combat – that is, on the battlefield rather than in aerial bombing or through other means – four died on the Eastern Front.

More battles are lost by loss of hope than loss of blood.

For a moment, stunned, Robby Brees and I had sat there, watching what was happening on the bridge ahead of us. Then I realized we were all stuck anyway, and Robby and I still had our paintball guns that were loaded with the blood of a real, cigarette-smoking, homosexual teenage God.

There's a grain of truth in every fairy tale.. Love and blood. They both posses a mighty power. Wizards and learned men have been racking their brains over this for years, but they haven't arrived at anything except that-" "That what, Geralt?" "It has to be true love

Lilit's path was to be prepared by 'sixty women wearing gold crowns, who would fill the river valleys with blood.'" "Nonsense," said the witcher. "And what's more, it doesn't rhyme. All decent predictions rhyme.

Take this and put it to your nose or you'll be covered in blood! Calmly, calmly, little one, just don't faint. I'm beside you. I'm beside you… daughter. Hold the handkerchief. I'll just conjure up some ice…

Krew na twoich r?kach, Falka, krew na twej sukience P?o?, p?o?, Falka, za twe zbrodnie Sp?o? i skonaj w m?ce!

Your great causes, your wars, your struggle to save the world … Your end which justifies the means … Prick up your ears, Philippa. Can you hear those voices, that yowling? Those are cats fighting for a great cause. For indivisible mastery over a heap of rubbish. It's no joking matter—blood is being spilled and clumps of fur are flying. It's war. But I care incredibly little about either of these wars, the cats' or yours.

Truly, great is pride and blindness, so that the blood dripping from the scaffold would be called justice. - Epigraph to the 5'th chapter

The tactic of terror." Linus Pitt threw the burbot's head and backbone overboard. "Violence breeds violence. Hatred has grown into hearts … and has poisoned kindred blood …

Incredible, Geralt. After so many years? How's it possible?' 'There's a grain of truth in every fairy tale,' said the Witcher quietly. 'Love and blood. They both possess a mighty power. Wizards and learned men have been racking their brains over this for years, but they haven't arrived at anything except that—' 'That what, Geralt?' 'It has to be true love.

He who has spilt blood and he who has drunk blood,' the girl said, her head still lowered, 'shall pay in blood. Within three days one shall die in the other, and something shall die in each. They shall die inch by inch, piece by piece… And when finally the iron-shod clogs wear out and the tears dry, then the last shreds will pass. Even that which never dies shall die.

There's a grain of truth in every fairy tale," said the witcher quietly. "Love and blood. They both possess a mighty power. Wizards and learned men have been racking their brains over this for years, but they haven't arrived at anything except that—" "That what, Geralt?" "It has to be true love.

There's a grain of truth in every fairy tale," said the witcher quietly. "Love and blood. They both posses a mighty power.

Violence breeds violence. Hatred has grown into hearts… and has poisoned kindred blood…" "What?" Olsen grimaced. "Use a human language!" "Hard times are upon us." "So

Whosoever sheds man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed. Genesis, 9:6 Verily, great self-righteousness and great blindness are needed to call the gore pouring from the scaffold justice. Vysogota of Corvo CHAPTER FIVE 'What seeks the Witcher on my territory?

Vermelho como sangue, branco como marfim, Algo que há muito se desfez está próximo a mim Na Árvore da Morte há um coração de pedra Ao entrar sozinho na cripta, sua alma se quebra A cada simples passo, ele vai te acompanhar Cravar os olhos em sua presa e então atacar Vermelho como sangue, branco como marfim Os que deveriam ter fugido jazem próximo a mim.

Whosoever sheds man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed. Genesis, 9:6 Verily, great self-righteousness and great blindness are needed to call the gore pouring from the scaffold justice. Vysogota

They aren't elves!' yelled the horseman in the helmet with the nose-guard, drawing his sword. 'Take them alive! Alive!' One of the men who had jumped down from the wagon hesitated on hearing the order. Geralt, however, had already drawn his own sword and didn't hesitate for a second. The fervour of the other two men was somewhat cooled by the fountain of blood which spurted over them.