Quotes About Blood

Then she says, 'I love you.' Like three drops of blood falling onto snow.

Love and loyalty runs deeper than blood.

A precious liquid, a poison dearer than that of the Borgias - because it is made from our blood, our health, our sleep, and two-thirds of our love - we must be stingy with it.

And love was creation's source,creation's ruler; but all love's ways are strewn with blossoms and blood, blossoms and blood.

I love scary movies. I like blood and gore, and I love Halloween movies.

FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night!

You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.

It is supposed to true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don't believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and love of blood.

There's a direct correlation between high homocysteine levels and an increased risk of heart disease and stroke.

opportunity for the inner darkness to reveal itself. The lust for blood, rape and destruction is very much part of power's attraction. It is not only that men desire power so that they will no longer suffer. It is not only that they desire power so that they can overcome subjugation to want, disease and death. Power also means the capacity to take vengeance, ensure submission, and crush enemies.

Your heart is in your chest. It supplies the blood to your cells. Even if you don't think about it, your heart is always pumping. The heart is the most important organ in the body. Without it, you will die. "'What grade are you teaching these days?' Joel asked. ' Because either this is really sad...or really profound.

Belly fat raises your risk for high blood cholesterol by 50 percent.

all the blood that has been wasted—all of it—gathers into deep coherent veins in the earth and calls itself history—& we make it make sense— & we are asked to call it good.

The flame of sun which will come out just now for a blinding minute into your eyes is saving nothing, no one, take your communion, your blood is full of barren fields, they are the future in you you should learn to feel and love: there will be no more: no more: not enough to go around: no more around: no more: love that.

cae demasiado rápido la sangre, cortarla un poco más, más, y me comienzo a entibiar, a enfriar, a helar, soy este trozo de hielo que gotea y gotea, gotea mi nariz y gotean mis manos y mis pies, un trozo de hielo que se está disolviendo y no queda nada.

Aunque muchos creen que el gaucho tiene alma de reyuno, no se encontrará a ninguno que no le dueblen las penas; mas no debe aflojar uno mientras hay sangre en las venas

Where are the youth who will consecrate their golden hours, their illusions, and their enthusiasm to the welfare of their native land? Where are the youth who will generously pour out their blood to wash away so much shame, so much crime, so much abomination?

Thus is worked out, from maggots up to man, the universal law of the violent destruction of living beings. The whole earth, continually steeped in blood, is nothing but an immense altar on which every living thing must be sacrificed without end, without restraint, without respite until the consummation of the world,the extinction of evil,the death of death.

The whole earth, perpetually steeped in blood, is nothing but a vast altar upon which all that is living must be sacrificed without end, without measure, without pause, until the consummation of things, until evil is extinct, until the death of death.

The whole earth, perpetually steeped in blood, is nothing but an immense altar on which every living thing must be sacrificed without end, without restraint, without respite until the consummation of the world, the extinction of evil, the death of death.

B]lood is the manure of the plant that we call genius.

Be bold, be bold, but not too bold, Lest that your heart's blood should run cold.

Fee, fi, fo, fum, I smell the blood of a Christian man, Be he dead, be he living, with my brand, I'll dash his brains from his brain-pan.

the Blood and the Blood from the Body. In what other way, in fact, would it be possible to represent the bloody Sacrifice through the Consecration? Hence our oppo nents defeat themselves with their own weapons when they deny that the separation of the Blood from the Body is a result of the words of Consecration.