#blood

Generally, the French highly promote culture and the arts, and photography is in their blood. ↗

— Herb Ritts

#blood #culture #french #generally #highly

What do I geek out about? What am I? Hmmm. I love movies. I watch movies. I like big, sweeping epics, like Ed Zwick stuff: 'The Last Samurai,' 'Legends of the Fall,' 'Blood Diamond,' 'Glory.' ↗

— Chris Evans

#am #big #blood #diamond #ed

There's nothing undignified about lying about all day and being waited on by servants, sipping bloody champagne. ↗

— Jeffrey Bernard

#all day #being #bloody #champagne #day

England and Greece are friends. English blood was shed on Greek soil in the war against fascism, and Greeks gave their lives to protect English pilots. ↗

— Melina Mercouri

#blood #england #english #fascism #friends

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

It made my blood boil so hot, my brain stopped working right. ↗

— Neal Shusterman

#blood #brain #anger

Jimmy: One day, when I'm no longer spending my days running a sweet-stall, I may write a book about us all. It's all here. (slapping his forehead) Written in flames a mile high. And it won't be recollected in tranquillity either, picking daffodils with Auntie Wordsworth. It'll be recollected in fire, and blood. My blood. ↗

— John Osborne

#blood #fire #jimmy-porter #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