#blood

I think in the old days, films really went for the shock, with the blood and guts, but movies are getting better. The writing and directing have improved a lot, because the audience demands it. ↗

— Claudia Christian

#because #better #blood #days #demands

Walking is magic. Can't recommend it highly enough. I read that Plato and Aristotle did much of their brilliant thinking together while ambulating. The movement, the meditation, the health of the blood pumping, and the rhythm of footsteps...this is a primal way to connect with one's deeper self. ↗

— Paula Cole

#blood #brilliant #connect #deeper #did

Nature is one great big wood-chipper. Sooner or later, everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood, bones and hair. ↗

— Doug Coupland

#blood #bones #end #everything #great

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme. ↗

— William Cowper

#blest #blood #chills #each #hear

The right of petition is an old undoubted household right of the blood of England, which runs in our veins. ↗

— Caleb Cushing

#england #household #old #our #petition

It has been said that the position of woman is the test of civilization, and that of our women was secure. In them was vested our standard of morals and the purity of our blood. ↗

— Charles Eastman

#blood #civilization #morals #our #position

We may be up against a stone wall, but we don't have to bloody our heads against it unless we choose to. ↗

— William Glasser

#bloody #choose #heads #may #our

Libya has had to put up with too much from the Arabs for whom it has poured forth both blood and money. ↗

— Muammar al-Gaddafi

#blood #both #forth #had #libya

Even if I died in the service of the nation, I would be proud of it. Every drop of my blood... will contribute to the growth of this nation and to make it strong and dynamic. ↗

— Indira Gandhi

#contribute #died #drop #dynamic #even

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