Humanity is its own worst enemy. What chance do any other species have?Survival is the parchment upon which the Law of Nature is inscribed.And what I’ll find was always mine.And what I’ll say, I’ve said before.Your kisses taste like blood and wineAnd leave me spent upon the floor.I have endured torments you cannot yet imagine....
Use your blood to paint. Keep painting until you faint. Keep painting until you die.
During surgery, the increased intracranial pressure was released, part of the blood clots that remained after the first operation were drained. At the end of the operation, there is no active bleeding and the intracranial pressure has returned to normal.
Oh come on,’Pheobe continued. ‘You’re asking for it. Pale skin, black clothes, no lunch and that whole brooding thing? It’s hilarious. You should get body glitter and go after an unsuspecting freshman.”You should!’ Cassidy agreed. ‘Tell her you’re a dangerous monster. And mention how good her blood smells.”Wrong time of the month on that one,...
You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
It wasn’t easy looking dignified wearing a bed sheet and a purple cape.
Love is like that. It’s like a wildfire in my blood.
They had to match blood type and meet all sorts of things I don’t know about.
Blood is thicker than water,” because at times blood was the only bond they shared and she had to remind herself they were family, because at times it was unbelievable they were even related. She loved them, but she hadn’t chosen them.
nothing can ever justify the shedding of innocent blood or the taking of lives
R is for wussies if you’re talking about blood and guts.
The architecture of the Minotaur’s heart is ancient. Rough hewn and many chambered, his heart is a plodding laborious thing, built for churning through the millennia. But the blood it pumps—the blood it has pumped for five thousand years, the blood it will pump for the rest of his life—is nearly human blood. It carries...
As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition’s hands.
My goal is to spread the word about the need for more blood donors.
Fresh blood at midnight isn’t red. It’s a purplish black that easily blends into the shadows.
Like a lot of people, I love a bit of blood and gore.
The only river i would like to be drown is the river filled with the blood of Jesus.
In theater, blood is ketchup; in performance, everything’s real.
The woman had gasped beneath his heavy body. He rubbed against her, lubricated by the warm, sticky liquid, but as her body gradually grew cold, he felt as though they’d been glued together. She seemed to be see-sawing between agony and ecstasy, but finally Satake pressed his lips over hers to quiet the groans-of pain...
I am not shy about admitting my modest talents. For example, I am happy to admit that I am better than average at clever remarks, and I also have a flair for getting people to like me. But to be perfectly fair to myself, I am ever-ready to confess my shortcomings, too, and a quick...
The bulletproof vest–‘bullet resistant,’ technically–is made of two double panels of a synthetic material called Kevlar, inside a cloth carrier that holds it around your torso like a lead X-ray smock. One cop wrote phrases from the Bible on his, ‘Yea, though I walk in the valley of the Shadow of Death…’ Other cops wrote...
Krystal flung herself violently off the chair, away from her mother. She was surprised to feel warm liquid flowing down her cheeks, and thought confusedly of blood, but it was tears, only tears, clear and shining on her fingertips when she wiped them away.
I think if you would have cut Houdini with a knife, blood wouldn’t come out, PR would.
Maana halisi ya falsafa ya ‘Nitakuwa tayari kufungwa kwa ajili ya matatizo ya watu’, au Falsafa ya Kufungwa, ni uvutano mkubwa uliopo kati ya Roho Mtakatifu na Roho wa Shetani kwa sisi wanadamu wote. Jambo lolote baya limtokealo mwanadamu husababishwa na Shetani na si Mungu na watu hupata matatizo kwa sababu ya kudharau miito ya...
I’m looking for someone to quench my thirst-for all eternity” -Luna Maxwell
I had a dream about you. We were almost omniscient, seeing all the problems in this world. We noticed the scratch on my bumper, the ding in my passenger-side door, and the bloodstains in the trunk of my car. But we didn’t notice the biggest problem of all—our kidnap victim’s family had no money—and no...