#veins

All men should have a drop of treason in their veins, if nations are not to go soft like so many sleepy pears. ↗

— Rebecca West

#go #like #many #men #nations

You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#conflagration #desire #love #veins #love

Cheer up and dry your damp eyes, And tell me when it rains, And I'll blend up that rainbow above you & shoot it through your veins... 'Cause your heart has a lack of color, And we should've known That we'd grow up sooner or later, 'Cause we wasted all our free time alone. <3 ↗

— Owl City

#love #owl-city #rainbow-veins #songs #love

No real blood flows in the veins of the knowing subject constructed by Locke, Hume, and Kant, but rather the diluted extract of reason as a mere activity of thought. ↗

— Wilhelm Dilthey

#blood #constructed #diluted #extract #flows

I also like men who have hands with big masculine veins that you can squish and move. ↗

— Jolene Blalock

#big #hands #i #like #masculine

And when you see it the first time you put the film together, the roughest cut, is when you want to go home and open up your veins and get in a warm tub and just go away. And then it gradually, maybe, works its way back, somewhere toward that spot you were at before. ↗

— Joel Coen

#back #before #cut #film #first

I think the thing that has made it possible for me to write personal songs and sing them year after year is the sensibility for good writing. Just opening your veins all over the paper is not necessarily going to be interesting. I wanted to speak to people. ↗

— Shawn Colvin

#going #good #good writing #i #i think

I am proud of my black roots and of the black blood that runs in my veins. ↗

— Ryan Giggs

#black #blood #i #i am #proud

I want to make music that will make the blood surge in your veins, music that will get people up and dance. ↗

— Alex Kapranos

#dance #get #i #make #music

My grandmothers are full of memories, smelling of soap and onions and wet clay, with veins rolling roughly over quick hands, they have many clean words to say, my grandmothers were strong. ↗

— Margaret Walker

#clean #full #grandmothers #hands #many