Blood Quotes
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Why should an intellectual have to renounce the pleasures of life? I am not a hermit. I am a man of flesh and blood. In fact, if you look at my name in French, that schizophrenia, that aspiration to several lives is contained in my name. Lévy is also les vies - "the lives".
Bernard-Henri Levy
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Then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
William Shakespeare
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Don't hold yourselves cheap, seeing that the creator of all things and of you estimates your value so high, so dear, that he pours out for you every day the most precious blood of his only-begotten Son.
Saint Augustine
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Music is my passion - it's what I love and it's in my blood. You can never take me away from my work.
Nicole Scherzinger
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Randal had a stable night. We performed dialysis to continue to filter his blood. His heart gained in strength.
J. M. Roberts
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Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire.
Napoleon Bonaparte
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Chemists employed by the police can do remarkable things with blood. They can weave it into a rope to hang a man.
Margery Allingham
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Promised Lands was a better book in my opinion, and it's still my mother's favorite of the three I've done, but I doubt anyone who isn't a blood relative has ever heard of it. Which is to say expectations aren't worth much in the book world.
Elizabeth Crook
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I like a much more Japanese style of blood, where it's red and it almost has a paint kind of quality to it. You can put it on metal, and it has this vividness. Because, normally, what they use in Hollywood is this stuff that looks like strawberry pancake syrup or raspberry pancake syrup.
Quentin Tarantino
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O Lord, we cannot go to the pool of Siloe to which you sent the blind man. But we have the chalice of Your Precious Blood, filled with life and light. The purer we are, the more we receive.
Ephrem the Syrian
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To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.
William Shakespeare
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When rowan leaves are dank and rusting And rowan berries red as blood, When in my palm the hangman's thrusting The final nail with bony thud, When, over the foul flooding river, Upon the wet grey height, I toss Before my land's grim looks, and shiver As I swing here upon the cross, Then, through the blood and weeping, stretches My dying sight to space remote; I see upon the river's reaches Christ sailing to me in a boat.
Alexander Blok
