Writers should cut as close to the vein as possible. The readers don’t want to be covered in your warm sticky blood, but they want to come as close to it as possible.

Confidence cannot escalate to arrogance, it only happens if the blood of pride is running through your veins.

They can stop a river by building a dam, but I will be damned if they can stop my river of blood flowing through my veins and heart.

Naturalists tell of a noble race of horses that instinctively open a vein with their teeth, when heated and exhausted by a long course, in order to breathe more freely. I am often tempted to...

You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.

… the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began…

See, my aim is not to survivebut to be thrown to the wolfs with adrenaline still pumping in my veins and hear the gods laughing saying ”that was one hell of a youth” and everything...

You’re nothing more than poison in my veins.

I feel her tears every night hitting the hard dusty ground of my dessert heart and making a whooshing noise that echoes through my bones and veins with great anguish. It’s the worst feeling I’ve...

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...

What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe. It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.

The passion of steeped leaves and stewed broth is a philter that triumphs in our veins. It is our heritage, it is our religion, it is the glory of our being. It is our honour...

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,...

I wanted to feel the blood running back into my veins, even at the cost of annihilation. I wanted to shake the stone and light out of my system. I wanted the dark fecundity of...

I’m not the one who’s so far away / When I feel the snake bite enter my veins / Never did I wanna be here again / And I don’t remember why I came

The warmth and the passion in my veins are more than enough for a hundred thirsty girls.

‎By reacting from fear instead of responding from love, you inject poison directly into the veins of your relationship.

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

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