#blood

When you're doing a film, it's your film and it's, you know, your blood and - is in it along with everybody else's, and it's the greatest picture ever made when you're shooting it. It's only after the critics and then the public say you were wrong that you realize that you were wrong. ↗

— Richard D. Zanuck

#along #blood #critics #doing #else

Then I heard another shot which hit him right in the head, over here, and his head practically opened up and a lot of blood and many more things came out. ↗

— Abraham Zapruder

#blood #came #head #heard #here

We, the workers and inhabitants of St Petersburg, of various estates, our wives, our children, and our aged, helpless parents, come to THEE, O SIRE to seek justice and protection. We are impoverished; we are oppressed, overburdened with excessive toil, contemptuously treated . . . We are suffocating in despotism and lawlessness. O SIRE we have no strength left, and our endurance is at an end. We have reached that frightful moment when death is better than the prolongation of our unbearable sufferings. . . ↗

— Orlando Figes

#gapon #age

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 doing the same, and so all become one. No disharmony. No discordance. Nothing to shatter the cause; nothing to unearth the beauty. So as we together ascended that front porch, allowing the glow behind the blown-out windows and the odious steams plunder us from through the cracks...time forgot to distill us, and our steps became as silver as glass. I could no longer deny the boiling words of my blood: tonight would be the beginning of a very long road indeed. ↗

— Dave Matthes

#destiny #drugs #ecstasy #escape #faith

Yes, I have loved, Ms. Lane, and although it's none of your business, I have lost. Many things. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#karen-marie-moning #kmm #business

And nothing holds more glory than in dying for Love or Liberty. ↗

— Pietros Maneos

#poems-of-blood-and-passion #the-soul-of-a-young-man #love

It's promising and seductive, that huge Italian family, sitting around the dinner table, surrounded by olive trees. But it's not my family and I am not their family, and no amount of birthing sons, and cooking dinner and raking leaves or planting the gardens or paying for the plane tickets is going to change that. If I don't come back in eleven months, I will not be missed, and no one will write me or call me to acknowledge my absence. Which is not an accusation, just a small truth about clan and bloodline. ↗

— Gabrielle Hamilton

#bones-butter #change

The police seemed to think I killed her, which is crazy, because I loved her like a thousand drops of blood dripping down a dagger. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#dagger #death #framed #guilt #guilty

Weave the circle, tightly sewn, Let nothing evil or unknown Enter within. Stay without On pain of death, we cast you out. ↗

— Yasmine Galenorn

#ghosts #love #paranormal #paranormal-fiction #paranormal-romance

But Hazael only said, "I brought you a present." Liraz took the flower, looked at it, and then a Hazael, expressionless. And then she ate it. She chewed the flower and swallowed it. "Hmm," said Hazael. "Not the usual response." "Oh, do you give flowers often?" "Yes," he said. He probably did. Hazael had a way of enjoying life in spite of the many restrictions they lived under, being soldiers, and worse, being Misbegotten. "I hope it wasn't poisonous," he said lightly. Liraz just shrugged. "There are worse ways to die. ↗

— Laini Taylor

#death #flower #hazael #humor #laini-taylor