Blood Quotes

A fine horse or a beautiful woman, I cannot look at them unmoved, even now when seventy winters have chilled my blood. ~ The Crime of The Brigadier by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle For the man sound in body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every sky has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously. ~ The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft by George Gissing Life's more than breath and the quick round of blood;
It is a great spirit and a busy heart. ~ Festus by Philip James Bailey In truth, no men on earth can cheer like Englishmen, who do so rally one another's blood and spirit when they cheer in earnest, that the stir is like the rush of their whole history, with all its standards waving at once, from Saxon Alfred's downwards. ~ Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens They were going to look at war, the red animal--war, the blood-swollen god. ~ The Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane "Ecod, you may say what you like of my father, then, and so I give you leave," said Jonas. "I think it's liquid aggravation that circulates through his veins, and not regular blood." ~ Martin Chuzzlewit by Charles Dickens Between these two there lay a broad zone comprising all the centre of the country which was a land of blood and violence, where no law prevailed save that of the sword. ~ Sir Nigel by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Thus, it comes to pass, that a certain room in a certain old hall, where a certain bad lord, baronet, knight, or gentleman, shot himself, has certain planks in the floor from which the blood will not be taken out. You may scrape and scrape, as the present owner has done, or plane and plane, as his father did, or scrub and scrub, as his grandfather did, or burn and burn with strong acids, as his great-grandfather did, but, there the blood will still be - no redder and no paler - no more and no less - always just the same. ~ A Christmas Tree by Charles Dickens He was sailing over a boundless expanse of sea, with a blood-red sky above, and the angry waters, lashed into fury beneath, boiling and eddying up, on every side. There was another vessel before them, toiling and labouring in the howling storm: her canvas fluttering in ribbons from the mast. ~ The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens All that stirring of old instincts which at stated periods drives men out from the sounding cities to forest and plain to kill things by chemically propelled leaden pellets, the blood lust, the joy to kill--all this was Buck's, only it was infinitely more intimate. He was ranging at the head of the pack, running the wild thing down, the living meat, to kill with his own teeth and wash his muzzle to the eyes in warm blood. ~ The Call of the Wild by Jack London