Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
Censorship in any form is the enemy of creativity, since it cuts off the life blood of creativity: ideas.
The weak are the most treacherous of us all.
They come to the strong and drain them.
They are bottomless. They are insatiable.
They are always parched and always bitter.
They are everyone's concern and like
vampires they suck our life's blood.
The best blood will at some time get into a fool or a mosquito.
Blood alone moves the wheels of history.
You give me your blood and I will give you Independence!
The self-styled intellectual who is impotent with pen and ink hungers to write history with sword and blood.
There is no caste in blood.
Sometimes democracy must be bathed in blood.
Keep your blood clean, your body lean, and your mind sharp.
The tongue like a sharp knife... Kills without drawing blood.
For the man sound in body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every day has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.
If you want something from an audience, you give blood to their fantasies. It's the ultimate hustle.
An honorable Peace is and always was my first wish! I can take no delight in the effusion of human Blood; but, if this War should continue, I wish to have the most active part in it
There has been a lot said about the sacredness of our land which is our body; and the values of our culture which is our soul; but water is the blood of our tribes, and if its life-giving flow is stopped, or it is polluted, all else will die and the many thousands of years of our communal existence will come to an end.
The land is sacred. These words are at the core of your being. The land is our mother, the rivers our blood. Take our land away and we die. That is, the Indian in us dies.
The savage bows down to idols of wood and stone, the civilized man to idols of flesh and blood.
Men of England! who inherit Rights that cost your sires their blood.
The ground on which we stand is sacred ground. It is the blood of our ancestors.
We are a rebellious nation. Our whole history is treason; our blood was attained before we were born; our creeds were infidelity to the mother church; our constitution treason to our fatherland.
Once blood is shed in a national quarrel reason and right are swept aside by the rage of angry men.
They talk about their Pilgrim blood, their birthright high and holy! a mountain-stream that ends in mud thinks is melancholy.
We are linked by blood, and blood is memory without language.
Jujitsu is blood, sweat and tears. It takes hard work, perseverance and tenacity to be successful.