#blood

I have the ability to create and be in touch with God. I can't change bread and wine into body and blood, but I can take the scum or the slime of the earth and make it into a man or woman. ↗

— J. F. Powers

#blood #body #bread #change #create

Race, what is that? Race is a competition, somebody winning and somebody losing. Blood doesn't run in races! Come on! ↗

— Beah Richards

#come #competition #losing #race #races

I am an optimist because I want to change things for the better and I know that blood has to be spilled and disharmony and cruelty are necessary to do that. ↗

— Henry Rollins

#because #better #blood #change #change things

Today a new faith is stirring: the myth of blood, the faith that along with blood we are defending the divine nature of man as a whole. ↗

— Alfred Rosenberg

#blood #defending #divine #divine nature #faith

Don't you see? The catastrophe is me. My very existence is an affront to everything that is natural and good. ↗

— K.J. Wignall

#blood #helplessness #vampires #anger

Option 1: Attempt to back out. Probable result: Death after painful torture. Option 2: Do the job and hope. Probable result: Death but probably no torture (good) ↗

— Nalini Singh

#angels-blood #blood #elena #guild #guild-hunter

Our nation's blood supply is safer than it's ever been, and it's getting safer as we speak. ↗

— David Satcher

#blood #ever #getting #nation #our

Your wife is psychotic." "Michaela is just angry. Anger does fascinating things to a woman - not two react the same." "Yeah, well, she's overreacting. With a knife." He nodded with a small, almost nostalgic smile. "It was my wedding gift to her. The handle is ivory." Sick bastard. "Well, at least my murder weapon will have sentimental value." "That's actually an honour, you know." "I'll keep that in mind as my life flashes before my eyes. ↗

— Rachel Vincent

#rachel-vincent #anger

How do I stay so healthy and boyishly handsome? It's simple. I drink the blood of young runaways. ↗

— William Shatner

#blood #drink #handsome #healthy #how

The glories of our blood and state, Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings. Scepter and crown must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. ↗

— James Shirley

#armour #blood #crooked #crown #death