Ox Blood Quotes
When they tested Fatal Attraction, the audiences were so upset by her behavior, they literally demanded her blood.
There are two times of the year that stir the blood. In the fall, for the hunt, and now for lacrosse.
Never forget that the most sacred right on this earth is mans right to have the earth to till with his own hands, the most sacred sacrifice the blood that a man sheds for this earth.
My veins do not end in me but in the unanimous blood of those who struggle for life, love, things, landscape and bread, the poetry of all.
You persist in this romantic vision of what it is to be a vampire, but despite my best efforts to curb it I have a taste for blood.
She can tell you the height of the attacker from the trigonometry of the blood spatter, while I'm fuzzy on what trigonometry is.
You are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood. What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worlds that you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive?
That we may give our body and our blood over to suffering and pain, like Christ - not for Self, but to give harvests of peace and justice to our People.
I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
But not all men seek rest and peace; some are born with the spirit of the storm in their blood.
Profit is like oxygen, food, water, and blood for the body; they are not the point of life, but without them, there is no life.
As if you cut open a rag doll with a sill name, and found inside:Real intestines, real lungs, a beating heart and blood. A lot of hot, sticky blood.
I have Algerian, Turkish, Swedish, Spanish blood: I feel like a citizen of the world. Life and cinema don't have borders.
But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don’t think it’s in the stars, but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart.
They looked at the paper and saw nothing in those curving lines, but they knew and understood everything, for their geography was in their blood and they felt biologically their picture of the world.
There is something about the state putting the power to bully into the hands of subnormal, sadistic apes that makes my blood boil.
If leeches ate peaches instead of my blood, then I would be free to drink tea in the mud!
We can wash the skin of our bodies with a bath, but through asana practice we not only purify our blood and cells, we are cleansing the inner body as we practice.
What is absurd and monstrous about war is that men who have no personal quarrel should be trained to murder one another in cold blood.
Music is my mother and my father; it is my work and my rest...my blood...my compass...my love.
Life is about rhythm. We vibrate, our hearts are pumping blood, we are a rhythm machine, that’s what we are.
I'm an adrenaline guy. I like to do stuff that gets my blood pumping, like roller coasters or jumping out of planes. I'm into all that crazy stuff.
Every Senator in this Chamber is partly responsible for sending 50,000 young Americans to an early grave. This Chamber reeks of blood.
Now's the time to be alive - to see it all happen, to be a part of it. That makes the blood race, and each breath is an adventure.
Vengeance to God alone belongs; But, when I think of all my wrongs My blood is liquid flame!
Always Sir Arthur lost so much blood that it was a marvel he stood on his feet, but he was so full of knighthood that knightly he endured the pain.
Hate is like a swordfish, working through water invisibly and then you see it coming with blood along its blade, but transparency disarms it.
Wealth begins . . . in giving on all sides by tools and auxiliaries the greatest possible extension to our powers; as if it added feet and hands and eyes and blood. . . .
Rachel: You're a half-blood, too? Annabeth: Shhh! Just announce it to the world, how about? Rachel: Okay. Hey, everybody! These two aren't human! They're half Greek god!...They don't seem to care.
At the cross God wrapped his heart in flesh and blood and let it be nailed to the cross for our redemption.
Music is not written in red, white and blue. It is written in the heart's blood of the composer.
The seas are the hearts blood of the earth. Plucked up and kneaded by the sun and the moon, the tides are systole and diastole of earth's veins.
Colours in vibration, peeling like silver bells and clanging like bronze bells, proclaiming happiness, passion and love, soul, blood and death.
Although believers by nature are far from God, and children of wrath, even as others, yet it is amazing to think how nigh they are brought to him again by the blood of Jesus Christ.
On an altar of prejudice we crucify our own, yet the blood of all children is the color of God.