Quotes About Blood

You discard about a hundred billion red blood cells every day. They are a big component of what makes your stools brown.

Then these corpuscles are collected by scavenger cells and sent to the spleen for disposal. You discard about a hundred billion red blood cells every day. They are a big component of what makes your stools brown.

I can see one of them clearly now, walking along with a newspaper tucked under his arm. he has cut himself shaving and a bit of tissue with a circle of blood is stuck to his cheek

Le dernier acte est sanglant, quelque belle soit la comédie en tout le reste.

The stony soil of our heart, the rock foundation of our corrupt human nature, need not, therefore, be the basis for judgment upon us. It can be sprinkled with the blood of Jesus, just as the hill of Golgotha was when drops of blood fell upon it and it was transformed from a place of execution to the Rock of Atonement.

Cause of death, multiple wounds in upper right chest as well as severing of right arm, all leading to exsanguination." "He bled out," Mac said quickly as Roland began to open his mouth.

La oscuridá es la sangre de las cosas heridas. En el incierto ocaso la tarde mutilada fue unos pobres colores.

The blood is the life!

No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.

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

And you, their best beloved one, are now to me, flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press for awhile; and shall later on be my companion and my helper.

The warlike days are over. Blood is too precious a thing in these days of dishonorable peace; and the glories of the great races are as a tale that is told.

With his long sharp nails he opened a vein in his breast. When the blood began to spurt out, he took my hands in one of his, holding them tight and with the other ceased my neck and pressed my mouth to the wound so that I must either suffocate or swallow... Some of the...Oh my god…my god What have I done?

Clasps his laps around minas throat, pieces her skin and drinks her blood. He then forces her into an act that binds her to the vampire for eternity

The captain swore polyglot -very polyglot- polyglot with bloom and blood.

Van Helsing strode forward, and took his hand, looking him straight in the eyes as he said, A brave man's blood is the best thing on this earth when a woman is in trouble. You're a man and no mistake. Well, the devil may work against us for all he's worth, but God sends us men when we want them.

On top of the bookcase were several Mexican papier-mâché figures of people with knives stuck through their heads and blood running down their faces...I found these comforting...They looked happy enough that way, and they were a nice metaphor for mental disturbance.

People will make assumptions, my mother in particular. She's already scenting your bachelor blood in the water.

Now I know what loneliness is, I think. Momentary loneliness, anyway. It comes from a vague core of the self - - like a disease of the blood, dispersed throughout the body so that one cannot locate the matrix, the spot of contagion.

The blood jet is poetry, There is no stopping it. --from Kindness, written 1 February 1963

Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream

Nigger-eye Berries cast dark Hooks -- Black sweet blood mouthfuls, Shadows.

Monologue At 3 AM Better that every fiber crack and fury make head, blood drenching vivid couch, carpet, floor and the snake-figured almanac vouching you are a million green counties from here, than to sit mute, twitching so under prickling stars, with stare, with curse blackening the time goodbyes were said, trains let go, and I, great magnanimous fool, thus wrenched from my one kingdom.

Then bed, and again the luxury of dark. Still the blood and flesh of me were electric and singing quietly. But it ebbed and ebbed and dark and sleep and oblivion came and came, surging, surging, surging inward, lapping and drowning with no-name, no-identity, none at all. Just nothing, yet the seeds of awakening and life slumbered there in the dark