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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

The only river i would like to be drown is the river filled with the blood of Jesus.

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.

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

Love is like that. It’s like a wildfire in my blood.

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.

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.

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.

It made my blood boil so hot, my brain stopped working right.

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 try to grasp the colour of my blood and all I feel is life slipping through the colourless veins.

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

Blood is thicker than water, but they still use corn starch as a thickener on cooking shows

Can I dwell on what I scarce remember? I held a castle on the Marches once, and there was a woman I was pledged to marry, but I could not find that castle today, nor tell you the color of that woman’s hair. Who knighted me, old friend? What were my favorite foods? It all...

A bloody sword is a beautiful thing.

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...

She once told me of a night that fumed with escapes and was filled with bedsides reeking of ecstasy; she told me the stars cast not judgments, but blessings, knowing full well the disastrous outcomes of the deeds they cradled with the strings of their young hearts. She’d inhaled the night itself, those around her...

I never had a childhood. Not like the rest of them anyway. I had a starting point from which I have never stopped running.

The door is crackedWe used to meetlike water does landnonot thatmore like when skin touches skinkissing fingertipsor when air escapes a lung and is felt across the worldI’ve leapt over cracks in sidewalksand swallowed away troublesome back painsthat could only be fixed with someone else’s pillsWe met by your house one stray dayand you drove...

My sheets are so white they look like Google’s homepage. They even have a touch of red on them, from that double homicide back in December.

And tonight Mary could taste bitterness going down like a nut, settling in her stomach. It planted itself, put down roots, and began to grow, nourished on her dark blood.

I’m not exactly sympathetic, but I do have a big heart. I have to, to be able to pump all the blood required to operate my massive penis.

A twisted, pale figure writhing in agony, chest bare and hideous. Tight, rigid cords of sickly green veins webbed across the boy’s body and limbs, like ropes under his skin. Purplish bruises covered the kid, red hives, bloody scratches. His bloodshot eyes bulged, darting back and forth.

It is never over until you are greatly rewarded for all your blood, sweat and tears.

I am a single drop of blood trying to mix in with billions of red paint splatters in this Pollack painting called life. I think the cops are trying to frame me.