Quotes About Blood

The blood is life... and it shall be mine!

It will rain all this night and we will sleep transfixed by the dark water as our blood runs through our fragile life.

Blood for life. Life for life. Changeling justice.

What is blood but the wine of life?

Imagine all the people, living life in peace. Well, that's hard to do when you're on this blood stained street.

The daily life of a genius, his sleep, his digestion, he ecstasies, his nails, his colds, his blood, his life and death are essentially different from the rest of mankind.

Ah, never shall the land forget How gush'd the life-blood of the brave, Gush'd warm with hope and courage yet, Upon the soil they fought to save!

There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death.

Though our sins, our hearts confounding, Long and loud for vengeance call, Thou hast mercy more abounding, Jesus' blood can cleanse them all.

Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin? The Blood of Jesus whispers peace within.

There hath been a slaughter for the sacrifice And slaying for the meat, but henceforth none Shall spill the blood of life, nor taste of flesh, Seeing that knowledge grows, and life is one, And mercy cometh to the merciful.

Whether we wound or are wounded, the blood that flows is red.

I have spider blood on me." "That's the girliest thing I've ever heard you say.

The title is Ulysses' 'Is it about the Odyssey?' 'No, it's about how prosaic life is today.' 'And so?' 'That's all. It says that our heads are full of nonsense. That we are flesh, blood, and bone. That one person has the same value as another. That we want only to eat, drink, fuck.

If I could conceal from myself the impression that the life had been drained out of me like blood and saliva and mucus from a patient during an operation, maybe I could deceive Mario as well.

The blood spurted from his neck and hit a copper pot hanging on the wall.

It wasn't innocent blood. To my father nothing about Amalia ever seemed innocent. He, so furious, so bitter and yet so eager for pleasure, so irascible and so egotistical, couldn't bear that she had a friendly, at times even joyful, relationship with the world. He recognized in it a trace of betrayal.

You wanted to write novels, I created a novel with real people, with real blood, in reality.

But then, in Piazza di Carbonara, from stones she moved on to weapons, and it became the place where men fought to the last drop of blood. Beggars and gentlemen and princes hurried to see people killing each other in revenge. When some handsome youth fell, pierced by a blade beaten on the anvil of death, immediately beggars, bourgeois citizens, kings and queens offered applause that rose to the stars.

That made me think that this story would continue forever, recounting now the efforts of children without privileges to improve themselves by getting books from the old shelves, as Lila and I had done as girls, and now the thread of seductive chatter, promises, deceptions, of blood that prevents any true improvement in my city or in the world.

Los empleados municipales lavan la sangre en la Plaza de los Sacrificios. • Octavio Paz

You killed him, remember?" "That was a fair fight." "It was only to first blood." "I only hit him once." "You decapitated him." "There was a lot of first blood.

A frequent charge made against "Antoinette" was that she was bathed in the blood of the French people; the truth of it was, of course, exactly the other way round.

The salty fluid of life... the crystal-clear blood of the earth... That's what it is, Farhad. Tears. - Nitish