#blood

Religious conflict can be the bloodiest and cruelest conflicts that turn people into fanatics. ↗

— William J. Brennan

#conflict #conflicts #cruelest #fanatics #into

The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church. ↗

— Tertullian

#church #martyrs #seed

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

Continuam aqueles e todos a mim insultos e exibições estas que rejeitadas aos grupos o empenho desdes a suas ações puxa-sacos procurar aos outros semelhanças de suas insanidades. Pois aqueles nada mais o oferecem que o pagamento gasto de suas ações. ↗

— Lucas da Costa Dantas BloodArt literature

#art

And each stroke of his tongue ripped off skin after successive skin, all the skins of a life in the world, and left behind a nascent patina of shining hairs. My earrings turned back to water and trickled down my shoulders; I shrugged the drops off my beautiful fur. ↗

— Angela Carter

#the-bloody-chamber #the-tigers-bride #transformation #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

The physical beauty…also cleared her mind of worries. Every day seemed to change the mountain, the sky, and the surrounding valleys, making them spectacular in a completely new way. Nature, at least, didn’t need an operation to be beautiful. It just was. ↗

— Tally via The Uglies

#tally #tally-youngblood #the-uglies #beauty

Lugh got born first. On Midwinter Day when the sun hangs low in the sky. Then me. Two hours later. That pretty much says it all. Lugh goes first, always first, an I follow on Behind. An that's fine. That's right. That's how it's meant to be. Because everthin'set. It's all fixed. The lives of everybody who's bin born. The lives of everybody still waitin'to be born. It was all set in the stars the moment the world began. The time of yer birthin, the time of yer death. Even what kinda person yer gonna be, good or bad. If you know how to read the stars, you can read the story of peoples'lives. The story of yer own life. What's gone, what's now an what's still to come. Back when Pa was a boy, he met up with a traveler, a man who knew many things. He learned Pa to read the stars. Panever says what he sees in the night sky but you can see it lays heavy on him. Because you cain't change what's written. Even if Pa was to say what he knew, even if he was to warn you, it would still come to pass. I see the way he looks at Lugh sometimes. The way he looks at me. An I wish he'd tell us what he knows. I believe Pa wishes he'd never met that traveler. If you seen me an Lugh togather, you'd never think we was the same blood. Never think we grew togather in the same womb. He's got gold hair. I got black. Blue eyes. Brown eyes. Strong. Scranwy. Beautiful. Ugly. He's my light. I'm his shadow. Lugh shines like the sun. That must of made it east fer them to find him. All they had to do was follow his light. ↗

— Moira Young

#lugh #saba #beauty

I don't know whether to be proud or appalled that danger, blood and death inspire you so. ↗

— Samantha Young

#danger #death #humor #inspiration #death

Death doesn’t always want your eternal sleep. Sometimes Death just wants your eternity. ↗

— Jacquelynn Gagne

#death #fantasy #novel #paranormal #romance