Quotes About Blood

Have you any Scotch blood in you, Parker?" inquired his colleague, bitterly. "Not that I know of," replied Parker. "Why?" "Because of all the cautious, ungenerous, deliberate and cold-blooded devils I know," said Lord Peter, "you are the most cautious, ungenerous, deliberate and cold-blooded.

Ford carried on counting quietly. This is about the most aggressive thing you can do to a computer, the equivalent of going up to a human being and saying Blood...blood...blood...blood...

Nobody got murdered before lunch. But nobody. People weren't up to it. You needed a good lunch to get both the blood-sugar and blood-lust levels up.

He was trying to marshal his arguments for proving that he did not now constitute a mental-health hazard himself. He was far from certain about this – his mind seemed to be full of noise, horses, smoke, and the stench of blood.

Dr. Nash decided to begin Dave's treatment immediately. He would use a drug called amphotericin B, administered by slow infusion. Doctors have nicknamed the drug "amphoterrible" because of its nasty side effects. It is considered a last resort, most commonly given to patients with fungal infections of the blood when other drugs have failed;

A mosquito head with huge bug eyes and an oily feeding tube was affixed to a monstrous, batlike body the color of liver. The wings were webbed with engorged blood vessels, and from its belly hung two rows of hairy, withered dugs.

When the black and mortal blood of man has fallen to the ground ... who then can sing spells to call it back again?

The cure is in the house, not brought by other hands from distant places, but by its own, in agony and blood.

But when the dust has drunk the blood of men, no resurrection comes for one who's dead.

On the life-giving lap of Earth Blood hath flowed forth; And now, the seed of vengeance, clots the plain-- Unmelting, uneffaced the stain.

Ha a történet már-már unalomba fullad, mindig feldobja pár liter vér. Mrs. Oliver

Well, you can't go about having blood feuds and stabbing each other like Crosicans or the Mafia," said the Colonel. "Say what you like, trial by jury is a sound system

I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little wood; Its lips in the field above are dabbled with blood-read heath, The red-ribb'd ledges drip with a silent horror of blood And Echo there, whatever is ask'd her, answers "Death".

One needs some really good food and drink after all the magnificent blood and gloom of Macbeth. Shakespeare always makes me ravenous

He had high blood pressure," said Molly. "But surely there are things one takes nowadays—some kind of pill. Science is so wonderful.

But I've always found that those who talk most about blood have never actually seen it run.

When I went home as a child with my mother, to South Carolina, my grandfather taught me to shoot. He was the old-fashioned kind that believes in shooting—especially where honour is concerned. My father, too, he fought several duels as a young man. He was a good swordsman. He killed a man once. That was over a woman. So you see, Monsieur Poirot"—she met his eyes squarely—"I've hot blood in

Oamenii cauta fericirea cum cauta sangele inima.

My destiny is fulfilled. My blood is all gone. My veins are empty. I die.

And suddenly, strength and life charge me like a bull and the tide of life surrounds the taste bud of the morne, and all the veins and veinlets busy themselves with new blood, and the enormous lung of the cyclones breathes and the hoarded fire of volcanoes and the gigantic seismic pulse now beats the measure of a body alive in my firm blazing.

I went straight to my father and begged him to enter me in Ochiai's fencing school. He was overjoyed. I don't know if my interest had occasioned a resurgence of the samurai blood in my father's veins or the reawakening of his military-academy teacher's spirit, but, whichever it was, the effect was remarkable.

It seems I come from a line that is overly emotional and deficient in reason. People have often praised us as sensitive and generous, but we appear to me to have a measure of sentimentality and absurdity in our blood.

A wide streak of blood trailed from the entrance of the tomb to Hideki's father, and Hideki's heart lurched.

I think I've reduced the amount of blood in my caffeine system to an acceptable level, if that's what you mean.