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.

Red blood is just so hard to clean up” “You would know” I snap remembering Shade. “Because no matter how hard you try to hid it I see it all over your hands

With heightened senses it remained motionless and looked through bulbous eyes. It could taste fear in the air. Pheromones. Sweat. Food was near, but more importantly, so was its new home.

I don’t know whether to be proud or appalled that danger, blood and death inspire you so.

Because blood is blood, and every family has its own force.Its own flavor.Its own charm and strange.

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...

The pig was soon dissected and its blood filled the bucket in the bottom of which a patch of sky was reflected darkly. It had surrendered to the vortex of life and his breathing.

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.

First off, I could never become a doctor. Blood? Even the fake blood on ‘American Horror Story,’ I’m kind of ready to hurl.

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 sun had burned through and the day had gone from dull to dazzling, yet in the west blask-satin thunderheads continued to stack up. It was as if night has burst a blood-vessel in the sky over there.

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.

You don’t know what cold is until you’ve experienced the cold you feel when the blood is draining out of your body.

I don’t need power at the cost of spilled blood.

They had to match blood type and meet all sorts of things I don’t know about.

I actually enjoyed the struggles that we had trying to shape ‘Blood’, to get the pacing right, the rhythm of it.

Fire will run like poetry through your blood.

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.

Is our blood not the same color? Do we not bleed the same or share each other’s burdens? … What makes you and I so different, Ayden?

My goal is to spread the word about the need for more blood donors.

The most holy cannibalism you can perform is to eat the flesh and blood of sagacity, and by sharing it with other wisdom thirsty cannibals.

Chcę czerwień zerwać z kwiatów polnych,Czerwienią nocy spalić krew,Jak piersi nieba chcę być wolny,W chmury się wbić w koronach drzew.

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.

She would roll up her sleeves and dispense with sentimentality, and do whatever blood-soaked, bad-smelling thing had to be done. She would become adept with axes.

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...

We knew this game was going to be tough. We knew it would be a blood-and-guts game ? that’s how both teams played tonight.

Dozvolićete, ali kada čoveka upucaju, teče krv.

If I were a customer, and I was given a dish with peppers, I would hate it. I also don’t like blood sausage.

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...

I slowly climbed back to my feet, walked back into the emergency department through the silently swishing glass doors, and, covered in my girlfriend’s blood, lied perfectly for the first time in my life. “I tried to stop her.

In theater, blood is ketchup; in performance, everything’s real.

Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear

It felt as if she were bleeding – but it wasn’t blood that leaked out of her, not something that could be easily transfused. Instead she was losing her dreams.