Quotes About Blood

The land remembers everything, though. It knows the steps of this nation's ballet of violence and forgetting. The land receives our dead, and the dead sing softly the song of us: blood.

Walking, I can almost hear the redwoods beating. And the oceans are above me here, rolling clouds, heavy and dark. It is winter and there is smoke from the fires. It is a world of elemental attention, of all things working together, listening to what speaks in the blood. Whichever road I follow, I walk in the land of many gods, and they love and eat one another. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.

Luca had many strengths and powers; as a rare blood born, conceived and born to a vampire mother and father, he was much stronger than those who'd been turned to the life.

He was floating with his head down, blood streaming from a bullet hole in the back of his neck.

I created a flag from the sport's dignity. I oversee the name of my family with affection, steady nerves and blood.

I think few people of education enter politics because it seems like a contact blood sport.

I think I've reduced the amount of blood in my caffeine system to an acceptable level.

He held out his right hand in the moonlight. From the cut on his wrist the blood was still oozing. Every few seconds a drop fell, dark, almost colourless in the dead light. Drop, drop, drop. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. . . He had discovered the Time and Death and God.

He held out his right hand in the moonlight. From the cut on his wrist the blood was still oozing. Every few seconds a drop fell, dark, almost colourless in the dead light. Drop, drop, drop. To-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow... He had discovered Time and Death and God.

Como símbolo de la marea ascendente de exaltación interior, la sangre subió a las mejillas de Lenina

No cree usted que el dolor es cien veces más intolerable cuando nos rodea el amor y el triunfo, cuando la sangre es joven, y todo a nuestro alrededor se viste de rosas?

Imagination seethes, excited, Once more its contact has ignited The blood within my withered heart, Once more I love, once more I smart!...

They drink blood, he tells me. Who? Leopards. Why? For fun. Leopard beer. He laughs.

To anyone with a drop of Irish blood in them the land they live on is like their mother. It's the only thing that lasts, that's worth working for, for fighting for...

She went to the house and lit a candle. The candle cried: 'I am being killed.' The flame: 'I am killing you.' The maid answered: 'It is true, true. For I see your white blood.' Meanwhile

Skinless creatures swayed in death throes from thick, silver hooks. Beneath them, on the turquoise mosaic floor, rows of buckets overflowed with clotting blood.

Mosquitoes use various cues for food-movement, color contrast, skin temperature. Most of all, however, they are olfactory hunters, following the vapor trail of carbon dioxide left behind by humans. Each time you breathe out, you are sending up a flare to every mosquito in your vicinity, saying, "blood container over here.

If there is anything that makes my blood boil it is to see our allies in Indochina and Java deploying Japanese troops to reconquer the little people we promised to liberate. It is the most ignoble kind of betrayal.

This covenant with Abraham, confirmed to him in Christ, was a covenant which by its very nature could not be annulled (Gal. 3:17). We can see how God has fulfilled His promise to Abraham; it is by the blood of this everlasting covenant that we as Christians are saved (Heb. 13:20). The covenant made with Abraham is still in force today; this glorious covenant made with Abraham millennia ago is nothing other than the new covenant.

Less than a drop of blood remains in me that does not tremble; I recognize the signals of the ancient flame.

Here in America we are descended in blood and in spirit from revolutionists and rebels - men and women who dare to dissent from accepted doctrine. As their heirs, may we never confuse honest dissent with disloyal subversion.

Here in America we are descended in blood and in spirit from revolutionists and rebels - men and women who dare to dissent from accepted doctrine. As their heirs, we may never confuse honest dissent with disloyal subversion.

We are blood-secured, delivered from the enemy's power, and raised up into newness of life in God.

Hunting is now to most of us a game, whose relish seems based upon some mystic remembrance, in the blood, of ancient days when to hunter as well as hunted it was a matter of life and death.