Not with dreams, but with blood and with iron, Shall a nation be moulded at last.
I had no blood relatives till I made some.
Nature has left this tincture in the blood, That all men would be tyrants if they could.
The church converteth the whole world by blood and prayer.
Keeping stationary drains your brain, but moving around shows you new things, new inspiration, and keeps the blood moving.
. . . and the lamp having at last resigned itself to death. There was nothing now but firelight in the room, And every time a flame uttered a gasp for breath It flushed her amber skin with the blood of its bloom.
Do blood clots get stuck in your teeth? What if someone's anemic; are you hungry again an hour later? Has anyone ever bitten you? If you run out of blood, do you shrivel up like a really old orange?
For me, there's never any bad blood - unless you do something to me.
Catching sight of himself in the long mirrors that ran along the walls, he stiffened in shock. . . His eyes were surrounded by black shadows, his shirt smeared with dried blood and filthy mud. . . "Admiring yourself?" The Inquisitor's voice cut through his reverie. "You won't look so pretty when the Clave gets through with you. " "You do seem obsessed with my look. . . Could it be that you're attracted to me?" "Don't be revolting. . . You could be my son.
It must now atone in blood for its complicity in wickedness.
There is a deep and undeniable sadness in all this: whenever we see the dawn of an eternal good that will never be overcome by evil – an evil that is itself eternal but will never succeed in overcoming good – whenever we see this dawn, the blood of old people and children is always shed.
This means a lot. I'm being recognized for all the blood, sweat and tears I put into a 17-year career.
I want to go to college to study journalism. I want to speak French fluently, to travel. My mom was a journalist and it's in my blood.
Therefore, wheat products elevate blood sugar levels more than virtually any other carbohydrate, from beans to candy bars.
A skittish motorbike with a touch of blood in it is better than all the riding animals on earth, because of its logical extension of our faculties, and the hint, the provocation, to excess conferred by its honeyed untiring smoothness.
We know the redemption must come. The time and the manner of its coming we know not: It may come in peace, or it may come in blood; but whether in peace or in blood, LET IT COME.
Red stimulates and excites your nerves, pulse rate and blood circulation, and lends energy to your entire system. When you are fatigued, lethargic or sluggish for any reason, red has an energizing influence.
No one comes unless they're drawn by the voice of desire that leads em along, to the redemption of what went wrong by the blood that covers the Innocent One.
It is easier to drive a stake through the heart of a blood-sucking vampire than to kill off a money-sucking and useless government program.
If you don't have any money and you want to make a horror movie, take a six-inch wide brush for house painting and dip that in a bucket of blood, and then just flick your wrist. You'll get this great speckled splash of blood, and it will cost you nothing.