#blood

I am innocent of the blood of this just person; see ye to it. ↗

— Pontius Pilate

#blood #i #i am #innocent #just

The only still center of my life is Macbeth. To go back to doing this bloody, crazed, insane mass-murderer is a huge relief after trying to get my cell phone replaced. ↗

— Patrick Stewart

#back #bloody #cell #cell phone #center

Nothing splendid was ever created in cold blood. Heat is required to forge anything. Every great accomplishment is the story of a flaming heart. ↗

— Arnold H. Glasow

#anything #blood #cold #created #ever

The seas are the heart's blood of the earth. ↗

— Henry Beston

#earth #heart #seas

What was life has crumbled. What was form, now falls away. Mortal chains unbind and the soul s free. May you find your way to the ancestors. May you find your path to the gods. May your bravery and courage be remembers in song and story, May your parents be proud, and ma our children carry your birthright. Sleep, and wander no more. ↗

— Yasmine Galenorn

#paranormal #paranormal-romance #vampires #yasmine-galenorn #courage

You needn’t worry. I don’t think you have aged enough for me to partake of you. Blood, women, wine, and cheese all get better with the passage of time. You are not quite ripe. --Lane DeLuca ↗

— Wynter Wilkins

#strigoi #time #vampire #wine #age

Then Christian made the fatal mistake of looking into her eyes. Suddenly he couldn’t move a muscle. They smoldered with a terrible black anger even as her mouth returned his kiss. It was as if they were two separate beings, the sweetness of her mouth upon his, and the darkness of her terrible eyes draining the life out of him. Christian could feel her heart racing, the fury of her blood uncontrollable, and he knew that if she couldn’t rein it in somehow, he would be lost. Already his hunger eviscerated him, he could feel the holes in his gut as those eyes, so blackly terrifying—hers but not hers, sucking everything from him, taking, feeding … killing. He felt wetness on his face. Somehow, she’d become the vampire. ↗

— Amalie Howard

#bloodspell-quote #anger

Blood is a splash of art, and art is a splash of blood ↗

— Serpentwitch

#blood #gore #psycho #art

Its culture: the fruit of its life, the product of its own efforts in thought and art. This culture is not international. It is the expression of the national genius, of the blood. The culture is international in its brilliance but national in origin. Someone made a fine comparison: bread and wheat may be internationally consumed, but they always bear the imprint of the soil from which they came. ↗

— Corneliu Zelea Codreanu

#culture #origins #roots #soil #art

Yet, it had been Dimitri’s gentleness and thoughtfulness mixed with that deadliness that made him so wonderful. The same hands that wielded stakes with such precision would carefully brush the hair out of my face. The eyes that could astutely spot any danger in the area would regard me wonderingly and worshipfully, like I was the most beautiful and amazing woman in the world. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#dimitri #dimitri-belikov #gentleness #love #rose