Quotes
Quotes about Blood
When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born. With monstrous head and sickening cry And ears like errant wings, The devil's walking parody On all four-footed things.
England! Whence came each glowing hue That hints your flag of meteor light,-- The streaming red, the deeper blue, Crossed with the moonbeams' pearly white? The blood, the bruise--the blue, the red-- Let Asia's groaning millions speak; The white it tells of colour fled From starving Erin's pallid cheek.
Your flag and my flag, And how it flies today In your land and my land And half a world away! Rose-red and blood-red The stripes forever gleam; Snow-white and soul-white-- The good forefathers' dream; Sky-blue and true-blue, with stars to gleam aright-- The gloried guidon of the day, a shelter through the night.
Knavery and flattery are blood relations.
Ah, ah, Cytherea! Adonis is dead. She wept tear after tear, with the blood which was shed,-- And both turned into flowers for the earth's garden-close; Her tears, to the wind-flower,--his blood, to the rose.
What if this cursed hand Where thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?
Friendship is held to be the severest test of character. It is easy, we think, to be loyal to a family and clan, whose blood is in your own veins. Love between a man and a woman is founded on the mating instinct and is not free from desire and self-seeking. But to have a friend and to be true under any and all trials is the mark of a man!
O Rock of Israel, Rock of Salvation, Rock struck and cleft for me, let those two streams of blood and water which once gushed out of thy side . . . bring down with them salvation and holiness into my soul.
Let but the commons hear this testament, Which (pardon me) I do not mean to read, And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Upon their issue.
Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
I was able to go to Iraq.. to the place my son died.. and fill my promise to my wife to put a crucifix on the spot.. and bring home some of the blood drenched dirt..and plant a white rose bush in it Military Families Speak Out.. broadcast on C Span.
You show me a capitalist, and I'll show you a bloodsucker.
Worse than traitors in arms are the men who pretend loyalty to the flag, feast and fatten on the misfortunes of the Nation while patriotic blood is crimsoning the plains of the South and their countrymen moldering the dust.
Great, good, and just, could I but rate My grief with thy too rigid fate, I'd weep the world in such a strain As it should deluge once again; But since thy loud-tongued blood demands supplies More from Briareus' hands than Argus' eyes, I'll sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds And write thy epitaph in blood and wounds.
However boldly their warm blood was spilt, Their life was shame, their epitaph was guilt; And this they knew and felt, at least the one, The leader of the hand he had undone,-- Who, born for better things, had madly set His life upon a cast, which linger'd yet.
There are three wicks you know to the lamp of a man's life: brain, blood, and breath. Press the brain a little, its light goes out, followed by both the others. Stop the heart a minute, and out go all three of the wicks. Choke the air out of the lungs, and presently the fluid ceases to supply the other centres of flame, and all is soon stagnation, cold, and darkness.
We have nothing to offer you.. say the cows of their gravy.. but our blood, sweat, and tears. (cows' blood.. contains sweat or uric acid.. pre urine.. trioxypurine correlated to heart problems and to arthritis It contains adrenal protein enzyme fright hormones as terrorized animals hear the screams of their fellows being butchered.. these protein enzymes chains have some links broken http://www.pcrm.org by cooking but many remain intact so that eating meat is the biochemistry of eating anger and violence).
Honour is but an itch in youthful blood Of doing acts extravagantly good.
Know then, whatever cheerful and serene Supports the mind, supports the body too: Hence, the most vital movement mortals feel Is hope, the balm and lifeblood of the soul.
Oh, God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!
Bone and Skin, two millers thin, Would starve us all, or near it; But be it known to Skin and Bone That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.
The denunciation of the young is a necessary part of the hygiene of older people, and greatly assists the circulation of their blood.
No adultery is bloodless.
This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms, Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart; And in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue (Which all the while ran blood) great Caesar fell.
I hate ingratitude more in a man Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, Or any taint of vie whose strong corruption Inhabits our frail blood.
