#blood

All good poetry is forged slowly and patiently, link by link, with sweat and blood and tears. ↗

— Alfred Douglas

#forged #good #link #patiently #poetry

Gold medals are made out of sweat, blood and tears and effort in the gym every day. ↗

— Gabby Douglas

#day #effort #every #every day #gold

Jewish people have put the interests of race over the interests of the American people... Jews are filled with more hatred and rage for our race, for our heritage, for our blood than perhaps you can imagine. ↗

— David Duke

#american people #blood #filled #hatred #heritage

Blood was the mortar that cemented the kingdom ↗

— Jocelyn Murray

#death #empires #sacrifice #death

Humility must always be the portion of any man who receives acclaim earned in the blood of his followers and the sacrifices of his friends. ↗

— Dwight D. Eisenhower

#always #any #blood #earned #followers

I wanted blood to signify life, not death. ↗

— Cheryl Drake Harris

#life #symbolisms #wants #death

For faithful Catholics, communion is not just a nice ritual: It is the body and blood of Jesus Christ, and the ultimate sign of our willingness to be incorporated into the church. ↗

— Maggie Gallagher

#body #catholics #christ #church #communion

The sin of slavery is one of which it may be said that without the shedding of blood there is no remission. ↗

— James A. Garfield

#may #remission #said #shedding #sin

Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy. ↗

— Hamlin Garland

#am #blood #brain #cares #city

You was talkin' out of yer head last night, too," chortles Davy. "No one's gonna fancy me. I'm gonna be ugly and no on'es gonna fancyme!" he mimics, mincing about the hammock. "You are such a rum cove, Jacky, for thinkin' such things when yer just about beat t' death! Fancy me? Fancy me? Jacky, no one's gonna fancy us, we're all gonna end up lookin' like Snag!" "Which is how a salty dog sailor's supposed to look," says Willy with a firm nod. "And you're halfway there, Jack-o!" crows Tink. Ah, the sweet comfort of friends. ↗

— L.A. Meyer

#death