Blood Quotes
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It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
William Cowper
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I am going to be on 'True Blood.' It was really exciting. I had a great time shooting it. I spent the last nine months shooting this season and it was very secretive, very sexy, a lot of blood and fangs.
Scott Foley
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This is loving your neighbour as ourselves; if he needs help, help him; and if he wants salvation and it is necessary to spill his blood on the earth in order that he may be saved, spill it.
Brigham Young
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Radio is in my blood.
Laura Schlessinger
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It’s in our blood - we heard their distresses like a rung bell in our bones.
Catherynne M. Valente
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You are burning, burning this heart of mine. You’re burning right through my veins tonight. You’re in my blood.
Alesso
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Witches didn't need blood to survive, but humans didn't need wine, either.
Sarah J. Maas
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No more chances, Golden Eyes. You’re mine and I’ll draw blood to enforce my claim.
Nalini Singh
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He's not doing anything he shouldn't be doing, right?" "Like what?" "Like hitting on you." "Ew. No, of course not. He doesn't see me that way." Michael shook his head and went back to his coffee. "What? You think he does?" "Sometimes he looks at you a little... oddly, that's all. Maybe you're right. Maybe he just wants you for your blood." "Again, Ew! What's with you this morning?" "Not enough coffee.
Rachel Caine
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Return often and take me, beloved sensation, return and take me - When memory of the body awakens, and old desire again runs through the blood; when the lips and skin remember, and the hands feel as if they touch again.
C.P. Cavafy
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Before I met No I thought that violence meant shouting and hitting and war and blood. Now I know that there can also be violence in silence and that it’s sometimes invisible to the naked eye. There’s violence in the time that conceals wounds, the relentless succession of days, the impossibility of turning back the clock. Violence is what escapes us. It’s silent and hidden. Violence is what remains inexplicable, what stays forever opaque.
Delphine de Vigan
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I never tried to use anything besides my own sweat and blood and talent to get somewhere.
Olivia Munn
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The blood of the Christians is seed.
Tertullian
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I've come within range of hate. Terrifying, its tremors, its dizzying obsessions. Hate's like a swordfish invisible in the water, knifing suddenly into sight with blood on its blade- clear water misleads you.
Pablo Neruda
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All that Christ did and suffered would have been necessary had only one human soul been the object of redemption; and nothing different and nothing more would have been required had every child of Adam been saved through his blood.
Charles Hodge
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It's blood, sweat, sometimes tears.
Bob Hayes
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Haie! Haie! These were the swift to harry; These the keen-scented; These were the souls of blood. Slow on the leash, pallid the leash-men!.
Ezra Pound
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My business is stanching blood and feeding fainting men; my post the open field between the bullet and the hospital. I sometimes discuss the application of a compress or a wisp of hay under a broken limb, but not the bearing and merits of a political movement. I make gruel--not speeches; I write letters home for wounded soldiers, not political addresses.
Clara Barton
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Great Britain provided time; the United States provided money and Soviet Russia provided blood.
Joseph Stalin
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People need to spread love towards strangers. We all bleed the same blood and we are all part of a global community now.
Aloe Blacc
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Anger is blood, poured and perplexed into froth; but malice is the wisdom of our wrath.
William Davenant
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“Blood is thicker than water, I know, but it's unnatural stuff to drink so much of.”
A. E. Coppard
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I wept heartily over this poor little deceased soul. It was the first sentient being I had ever killed. I was now a killer. I was now as guilty as Cain. I was sixteen years old, a harmless boy, bookish and religious, and now I had blood on my hands. It's a terrible burden to carry. All sentient life is sacred.
Yann Martel
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I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
William Shakespeare