#blood

Advance, and never halt, for advancing is perfection. Advance and do not fear the thorns in the path, for they draw only corrupt blood. ↗

— Khalil Gibran

#advancing #blood #corrupt #draw #fear

For the man sound of body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every day has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously. ↗

— George Gissing

#bad weather #beauty #blood #body #day

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

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

The carrion birds sat about the topmost corners of the houses with their wings outstretched in attitudes of exhortation like dark little bishops. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#attitude

William: My brother has an appreciation of art, so I imagine the woman he chooses must be beautiful beyond the pale. Once he outgrows his current predilection with painting and accepts his family responsibilities, he'll need a wife who can move throughout society. She must have proper carriage and be a witty conversationalist. She should have excellent bloodlines as well, in the event of offspring. Emma: With the possible exception of a witty conversationalist, I believe you've described all the attributes of a racehorse. ↗

— Donna MacMeans

#horses #humor #marriage #art

Her face was a grimace of surprised pain as she slid unconscious down the back of the tub and under the water. I held her under for several minutes after the blow, watching as the water went pink, then red, and finally crimson with blood. ↗

— Jared S. Anderson

#blood #horror #murder #beauty

At my age a man discovers regret, Senhor Mouse. I pursued blood instead of beauty. My memories are all of killing. I've forgotten the rest. Sometimes I cannot sleep. ↗

— John Speed

#age

Everything change with mine, Katya. ↗

— Dana Stabenow

#kate-shugak-series #whisper-to-the-blood #change

No adultery is bloodless. ↗

— Natalia Ginzburg

#bloodless