Blood Quotes
Anyway, I'm glad you found her. (Calypso) You promised to find a way back to her, and I just wanted to say that if we do survive all this, I'll do anything to help you. Thats a promise I will keep.
Like your zodiac sign?' Percy asked. 'I'm a Leo.''No, stupid, ' Leo said. 'I'm a Leo. You're a Percy.
When one wants to be famous, one has to dive gracefully into rivers of the blood of cannon-blasted bodies.
Even a foolish old woman like me knows that lazy people don't think for themselves
No blood at all. I could hear that phrase repeat itself in my head, louder each time. No sticky, hot, messy, awful blood. No splatter. NO BLOOD AT ALL. Why hadn't I thought of that?
Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargoCongealed in the dark arteries, Old veinsThat hold Glamorgan's blood.The midnight miner in the secret seams, Limb, life, and
Blood was flowing – in Bluebeard’s house, in the abattoirs, in the circuses where God had set his seal to whiten the windows. Blood and Milk flowed together.
The pig was soon dissected and its blood filled the bucket in the bottom of which a patch of sky was reflected darkly. It had surrendered to the vortex of life and his breathing.
And maybe you can’t know me now. Maybe I’m just blood. Whatever that’s for.
Death was here. The showdown wouldn't occur with the darkness of Halloween. It had come at dawn, and it bathed them in blood.
I'm the old type setter who gets his blood poisoned from the ink.
Blood, sweat, and tea, sister! That's what it takes to achieve all great and terrible things.
Love isn't a stock option, it's a donation. Like blood, you don't ask for it back. Just love. That is the return, knowing that you loved.
O, you the goldfish ofthe swamp of my blood.Let your drunkenness be pretty.You are drinking me.
I barged through the palace, dripping a trail of blood behind me as I held the dead bird by the neck.
You’d probably rather have a milk shake than a quart of blood, too, so we’ll have to agree to disagree.
Good God! how should the mitral valves prevent the regurgitation of air and not of blood?
The 19th century had chosen only to remember the happy warrior. The 20th century only the blood come gargling. Both are essential to any understanding of Trafalgar.
Whether this blood was daemon, human, or something else, it was still only blood, and blood was only the ink of life.
Our people... blood is the only language we speak. I'm all out of words.
Brick and blood built Astapor, and brick and blood her people.
I was tainted. With her blood. Their blood. And the disease of my despair. There was no cleansing something so tainted. This was who I was now.This was War.
...certain people have good, ordinary blood and others have an animated, lively sort of blood that comes to the face quickly.
My healthy blood was powerless to cure the sick blood of my beloved. That was beyond understanding. And so is death.
It is an interesting truth that the human body, liberated from its head, is in essence a bag of blood with a built-in straw.
Cecilia had unleashed her blood in the bath, Amy Schraff said, because the ancient Romans had done that when life became unbearable.
She would roll up her sleeves and dispense with sentimentality, and do whatever blood-soaked, bad-smelling thing had to be done. She would become adept with axes.
It was Brian's blood, and for some reason I knew it was pure. No other man I'd held in my arms -and now, not even I- had blood this pure.
Just thinking about how long it’s been since I’ve managed to wind up covered in blood, ” I said. “It’s like a new trend. A blood-free trend.
You're only hurting yourself. Besides, the citizens like blood, don't they? They smell it.
I suck their blood, robbing them of life. But each time I do so, it robs me of my soul.
Blonde hair drawn into a no-nonsense bun, her new manicure the deep red of fresh blood, she’d even donned a blouse and slacks for the occasion, something Neve had forgotten Veronica owned.
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body is twice. Once you once me. Can I be sure which is which?
Nothing good is free, and nothing free is good. You want the world to change, you have to force that change behind gun smoke and lead. Blood is the price, always and ever, if you want to buy freedom.
Don’t be afraid, Queen, the blood has long run down into the earth. And on the spot where it was spilled, grapevines are growing today.
What lies beneath this envelope of flesh and blood, hmm? Is it something special? Perhaps, when I peel it open, I will be able to see. Perhaps your screams will tell me everything I need to know.
Because blood is blood, and every family has its own force.Its own flavor.Its own charm and strange.
I try to grasp the colour of my blood and all I feel is life slipping through the colourless veins.