Quotes
Quotes about Blood
Feast of Aelred of Hexham, Abbot of Rievaulx, 1167 Commemoration of Benedict Biscop, Abbot of Wearmouth, Scholar, 689 Continuing a short series on Romans 8: Romans 8:14,16. Ephesians 1:13,14. The Witnessing and Sealing Spirit Why should the children of a king Go mourning all their days? Great Comforter, descend and bring Some tokens of thy grace. Dost though not dwell in all thy saints, And seal the heirs of heaven? When wilt thou banish my complaints, And shew my sins forgiven? Assure my conscience of her part In the Redeemer's blood; And bear thy witness with my heart, That I am born of God. Thou are the earnest of his love, The pledge of joys to come; And thy soft wings, celestial Dove, Will safe convey me home.
Feast of the Conversion of Paul O for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer's praise, The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of his grace! My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim, To spread through all the earth abroad The honours of thy name. Jesus! the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace. He breaks the power of cancelled sin, He sets the prisoner free; His blood can make the foulest clean, His blood availed for me. He speaks, and, listening to his voice, New life the dead receive, The mournful, broken hearts rejoice, The humble poor believe. Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb, Your loosened tongues employ; Ye blind, behold your Saviour come, And leap, ye lame, for joy. Look unto him, ye nations, own Your God, ye fallen race; Look, and be saved through faith alone, Be justified by grace. See all your sins on Jesus laid: The Lamb of God was slain, His soul was once an offering made For every soul of man. Awake from guilty nature's sleep, And Christ shall give you light, Cast all your sins into the deep, And wash you purest white. With me, your chief, ye then shall know, Shall feel your sins forgiven; Anticipate your heaven below, And own that love is heaven.
Commemoration of John & Henry Venn, Priests, Evangelical Divines, 1813, 1873 Here [in the Gospels] is something that the layman can hold on to, quite apart from the vagaries of critical scholarship, for it is a portrait unaffected by the authenticity of any particular saying or story. Such an encounter with the historical Jesus is, of course, not the same as Christian faith in him. Even Caiaphas, Herod, and Pontius Pilate encountered him in this way. Christian faith is still a matter of decisionâeither this Man is God's redemptive act, or he is not. Nor is the historical Jesus the object of our faith. That object is the Risen Christ preached by the Church. But the Risen Christ is in continuity with the historical Jesus, and it is the historical Jesus which makes the Risen Christ not just an abstraction, but clothes him with flesh and blood.
Feast of the Naming & Circumcision of Jesus The blessed son of God only In a crib full poor did lie; With our poor flesh and our poor blood Was clothed that everlasting good The Lord Christ Jesu, God's son dear, Was a guest and a stranger here; Us for to bring from misery, That we might live eternally. All this did he for us freely, For to declare his great mercy; All Christendom be merry therefore, And give him thanks for evermore.
We know with our heads that the Bible and the Gospel have a bearingâsooner or laterâupon every issue in life, every problem, every relationship, every practice. But is it not true that in our hearts we are afraid that the full-orbed, unfiltered revelation of God will disturb some custom, some privilege, some status by which we benefit in society, occupation, or government? And knowing that we are profiting by the blood, sweat, and tears of the many, we feel wrath rising in us whenever it is proposed that religion touches the thing in question.
Feast of Michael & All Angels The nominal Christian, then, will see Jesus as a name, a representative, a symbol, a personification, a prototype, a figure, a model, an exemplar for something else. The nominal Christian pays homage to something about Jesus, rather than worshipping the man himself. For this reason, nominal Christians will extol the moral teachings of Jesus, the faith of Jesus, the personality of Jesus, the compassion of Jesus, the world view of Jesus, the self-understanding of Jesus, etc. None of these worships Jesus as the Christ, but only something about him, something peripheral to the actual flesh-and-blood man. This is why when the almighty God came into the world in Jesus, he came as the lowest of the low, as weakness itself, as a complete and utter nothing, in order that men would be forced into the crucial decision about him alone and would not be able to worship anything about him.
Feast of Luke the Evangelist He is my Altar, I His holy place; I am His guest, and He my living food; I'm His by penitence, He is mine by grace; I'm His by purchase, He is mine by blood; He's my supporting elm, and I His vine: Thus I my Best-beloved's am; thus He is mine.
No trumpet-blast profound The hour in which the Prince of Peace was born; No bloody streamlet stained Earth's silver rivers on the sacred morn.
God gave men both a penis and a brain, but unfortunately not enough blood supply to run both at the same time.
Race, what is that? Race is a competition, somebody winning and somebody losing. . . . Blood doesn't run in races! Come on!
Thou dost shame That bloody spoil. Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Thou little valiant, great in villainy! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety!
Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to th' rooky wood. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, While night's black agents to their prey do rouse.
Death is the universal salt of states; Blood is the base of all things--law and war.
This apoplexy, as I take it, is a kind of lethargy, an't please your lordship, a kind of sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling.
When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food It ennobled our hearts and enriched our blood-- Our soldiers were brave and our courtiers were good. Oh! the roast beef of England. And Old England's roast beef.
What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air, Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare. Blood stuffed in skins is British Christians' food, And France robs marshes of the croaking brood.
A pint of sweat, saves a gallon of blood.
I destroy my enemy when I make him my friend. Abraham Lincoln There is no little enemy. â¢Benjamin Franklin The friend of my enemy is my enemy. â¢Anonymous With friends like this, who needs enemies? â¢Henny Youngman It is impossible for one person to know another so well that he can dispense with belief. â¢Friedrich Durrenmatt The quarrels of friends are the opportunities of foes. â¢Aesop The reason grandparents and grandchildren get along so well is that they have a common enemy. â¢Sam Levenson It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend. â¢William Blake He hasn't an enemy in the world - but all his friends hate him. â¢Eddie Cantor You can discover what your enemy fears most by observing the means he uses to frighten you. â¢Eric Hoffer I do not regret one professional enemy I have made. Any actor who doesn't dare to make an enemy should get out of the business. â¢Bette Davis It is hard to fight an enemy who has outposts in your head. â¢Sally Kempton We learn our virtues from our friends who love us; our faults from the enemy who hates us. We cannot easily discover our real character from a friend. He is a mirror, on which the warmth of our breath impedes the clearness of the reflection. â¢Ricther Mankind's worst enemy is fear of work. â¢Anonymous Enemies promises were made to be broken. â¢Aesop The worst tyrants are those which establish themselves in our own breasts. â¢William Ellery Channing You shall judge a man by his foes as well as by his friends. â¢Joseph Conrad Love your enemies just in case your friends turn out to be a bunch of bastards. â¢R A Dickson I have met the enemy, and it is the eyes of other people. â¢Benjamin Franklin A wise man learns more from his enemies than a fool from his friends. â¢Baltasar Gracian I have no trouble with my enemies. I can take care of my enemies all right. But my damn friends. They're the ones that keep me walking the floor nights! â¢Warren Gamaliel Harding Man's chief enemy is his own unruly nature and the dark forces put up within him. â¢Ernest Jones Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names. â¢John F. Kennedy Only enemies speak the truth. Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty. â¢Stephen King Our enemies come nearer the truth in the opinions they form of us than we do in our opinion of ourselves. â¢Francois De La Rochefoucauld There is no stronger bond of friendship than a mutual enemy. â¢Frankfort Moore He who lives by fighting with an enemy has an interest in the preservation of the enemy's life. â¢Friedrich Nietzsche Bear patiently with a rival. â¢Ovid Talk well of your friends and of your enemies say nothing. â¢Proverb Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies? Nay, who but infants question in such wise, 'twas one of my most intimate enemies. â¢Dante Gabriel Rossetti Remember, to them it is us who are the enemy. â¢N. F. Simpson Convince an enemy, convince him that he's wrong. To win a bloodless battle, the victory is long. A simple act of faith, reason over might. To blow up his children would only prove him right. â¢Gordon Sumner One enemy can do more hurt than ten friends can do good. â¢Jonathan Swift In my life, I have prayed but one prayer: oh Lord, make my enemies ridiculous. And God granted it.
Men of England! who inherit Rights that cost your sires their blood.
The general's disdained By him one step below, he by the next, The next by him beneath; so every step, Exampled by the first pace that is sick Of his superior, grows to an envious fever Of pale and bloodless emulation: And 'tis this fever that keeps Troy on foot, Not her own sinews.
So shall you hear Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts, Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters, Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause, And, in this upshot, purposes mistook Fall'n on th' inventors' heads.
And now, in keeping with Channel 40's policy of always bringing you the latest in blood and guts, in living color, you're about to see another first - an attempted suicide.
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth, But, being moody, give him time and scope, Till that his passions, like a whale on ground, Confound themselves with working.
Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
Pleas'd to the last he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
