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...
Like a lot of people, I love a bit of blood and gore.
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.
Fresh blood at midnight isn’t red. It’s a purplish black that easily blends into the shadows.
The only river i would like to be drown is the river filled with the blood of Jesus.
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.
Blood is thicker than water, but they still use corn starch as a thickener on cooking shows
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...
It was never worth the blood that has been spilled here today.
Showed them what? How much blood can be spilled in a pointless battle?
Fiber has a major influence on body weight, blood pressure and cholesterol levels,
Kartais vietoje kraujo prašoma ašarų. Bet ašaros yra sielos kraujas, kaip yra pasakęs šv. Augustinas.Kraujo ir ašarų pamėgimas yra tas pats pamėgimas. Labiau brutali tauta trokšta kraujo, mandagesnė tauta trokšta ašarų. Ašarų pamėgimas yra rafinuotesnis kraujo pamėgimas. Kai žmogaus žiaurume vyrauja kūninis elementas, jis trokšta kraujo. Kai jo žiaurume vyrauja dvasinis elementas, jis trokšta ašarų.
After a few brief simple moments, he found her neck, kissing the nape as if it were a peach, grazing her skin barely, causing her to moan out a small tiny little whimper. Before she could take another rbreath, his lips met hers in rapture, and suddenly, she was lost within the tragic abyss of...
Painfully, the tips of his fingers grazed over her neck, torturing her soul. She didn’t move as his hand stroked the length of her nape, feeling the slight warmth of her aura make him lightly tingle with a frenzied anticipation. Her blood burned for him, feeling her veins bubble hot as he continued to linger...
Think about itThis xenophobia has hurt me without anyone touching me, but by what I am seeing and the damages it’s causing to this country, business, celebrities and citizens.For I believe there is a conspiracy behind this xenophobia attack. This thing might be political also. I think there are people who being paid for this...
In theater, blood is ketchup; in performance, everything’s real.