Blood Quotes

Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.

Mark Overby

The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood.

John Burroughs

When liberty comes with hands dabbled in blood it is hard to shake hands with her.

Oscar Wilde

Military glory --the attractive rainbow that rises in showers of blood.

Abraham Lincoln

Walking gets the feet moving, the blood moving, the mind moving. And movement is life.

Carrie Latet

Make no little plans; they have no magic to stir men's blood and probably themselves will not be realized. Make big plans; aim high in hope and work, remembering that a noble, logical diagram once recorded will not die, but long after we are gone be a living thing, asserting itself with ever-growing insistence.

Daniel Hudson Burnham

It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement; and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat

Teddy Roosevelt

Was it for this the wild geese spread The gray wing upon every tide; For this that all that blood was shed, For this. Edward Fitzgerald died, And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone, All that delirium of the brave? Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave.

William Butler Yeats

In literature and art memory is a synonyme for invention. It is the life-blood of imagination, which faints and dies when the veins are empty.

Robert Aris Willmott

Suspicion of happiness is in our blood.

E. V. Lucas

Knavery and flattery are blood relations.

Abraham Lincoln

Seek to make a person blush for their guilt rather than shed their blood.

Publius Cornelius Tacitus

The gentlemen of the press smell blood.

John McCarthy

The blood of Jesus Christ can cover a multitude of sins, it seems to me.

Denis Diderot

However boldly their warm blood was spilt, Their life was shame, their epitaph was guilt; And this they knew and felt, at least the one, The leader of the hand he had undone,-- Who, born for better things, had madly set His life upon a cast, which linger'd yet.

Unknown

The tree of Liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants

Thomas Jefferson

Such a fatigue of adjectives, a drone of alliterations, a huffing of hyphenated words hurdling the meter like tired horses. Such a faded upholstery of tears, stars, bells, bones, flood and blood†a thud of consonants in tongue, night, dark, dust, seed, wound and wind.

Anatole Broyard

It is not flesh and blood but the heart, which makes us fathers and sons.

Johann Schiller

It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons.

Johann Schiller

Politics, n: Poly "many" + tics "blood-sucking parasites

Larry Hardiman

There is this long, wonderful history of the human race written in blood. We have this tendency to just take what we want. And that's how we treat the natural world as well. There's this sense of we're here, we're big, we've got the guns, we've got the technology, therefore we're entitled to every damn thing on this planet. That's not how it works and we're going to find out the hard way if we don't kind of wise up and start seeking a life that's in balance with the natural life on Earth.

James Cameron

Name me any liquid except our own blood that flows more intimately and incessantly through the labyrinth of symbols we have conceived to make our status as human beings, from the rudest peasant festival to the mystery of the Eucharist. To take wine into our mouths is to savor a droplet of the river of human history

Clifton Fadiman

From the back label of a Cline Zin: Zin Prayer "Know me, stranger, For I am thy life blood and thy nectar. I shall wet thy lips, parched by the winds of deprivation. And nourished shall be thy body, dessicated by the scorching inferno of temperance. Rest thy head upon my bosom, Lose thyself in the ecstasy of my caresses, And know me, For I am ZINFANDEL

Doug Brown

All good poetry is forged slowly and patiently, link by link, with sweat and blood and tears

Alfred Douglas
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