Quotes About Blood

Little brother, I don't mean to be a downer, but we're talking about War here. There's no way to mitigate damages. He won't let us. I was there with twenty-five Chthonians to fight him and he spanked our hides like we were Lemurian slave women. Two of us had our hearts ripped out and shoved down our throats while he laughed, then he licked the blood clean from his fingers and came at the rest of us. (Savitar)

There's always one, isn't there? Stryker asked rhetorically. In every house, there was always one malcontent jealous prick out to destroy everyone else just for spite. The entire history of the earth was written in the blood of those betrayed by the very people they'd foolishly trusted.

I won't forgive I won't forget. Let hell open and rain my wrath down on them all. I will not be stopped and I have no mercy left inside me. I am death and I revel in the killings of my enemies. Bring me them all until I'm drunk on their blood.

You've no idea...my tongue has been known to let blood on four continents. (Geary)

Choose well or die. I don't care which. Just don't get blood on my coat.

So long as you minded your manners and kept your weapons concealed, they let you enter and leave in peace. Those who broke the one house rule of "No Spill Blood" quickly found themselves leaving in pieces.' (Gallagher)

These are used solely for Blood Rites. (Leo) Is that like special ed? (Susan)

And what am I? (Adron) You're kind and decent. You have a good heart. (Livia) I have no heart at all. What I have is a mechanical substitute that pumps blood through a broken body, and half the time it malfunctions. (Adron)

Her Squire, Celena, Ms. Blood Rite, I-kill-anything-that-breaks-formation, is on her way over here to have a word with you. Since Celena isn't real big on conversation, I'm taking that as a euphemism for 'kick your ass.' (Rafael)

He offers you a chance to surrender. (Female Gallu) I told him to quit sucking the blood of idiots. It's now infected his own intellect. (Stryker)

Blood stopped binding us the instant he came at my throat. If this thing is stalking me because of him, then I'm more than ready to slash his throat and laugh while he bleeds to death at my feet. Give me the knife and stand back. (Aiden)

Don't look at me for this. As stated I lack the necessary female equipment for wet nursery. And I once killed a cactus and Bubba's goldfish watching over them. No offense, I don't want to kill Malphas or find a toilet big enough to flush him. Come to think of it, I don't recall him eating anything around me. Ever. Last time he went down, he told me he wanted blood to heal, and I only do that for the Red Cross. Nick

Someone stake that bastard, please, and for the sake of the gods, dust Benny off the table by the fountain. The powder's disgusting and it's getting into the blood. (Apollite)

You drank my blood? Nick Aye Aeron Dude, that's gross. I hope you brushed your teeth afterward. Saw a dentist. Drank a gallon of Listerine. Nick I told you he wouldn't be angry for it. Nashira

Character, to me, is the life's blood of fiction

When you birth a child, it's like a bloody giving of self to the creation of a life.

Although my grandmother lived out her long life in the shadow of Rainy Mountian, the immense landscape of the continental interior lay like memory in her blood

A ruddy drop of manly blood The surging sea outweighs; The world uncertain comes and goes, The lover rooted stays.

The same old hypocrisy. Life is a fight, and the strongest wins. All civilization does is hide the blood and cover up the hate with pretty words!

There is a compulsion that is perhaps the heart of life's meanings, this marvelous mystery of blood ties that brings joy whenever a new family member comes on the scene.

For the air of youth, Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign A melancholy damp of cold and dry To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume The balm of life.

The water which rises in the mountains is the blood which keeps the mountain in life.

Insulin controls glucose metabolism;

The defining evidence that separates sex and murder is really only the amount of blood left behind on the bed. The amount of heartache afterward separates lust from love.