Blood In My Veins Quotes

#1. If I wish to compose or write or pray or preach well, I must be angry. Then all the blood in my veins is stirred, and my understanding is sharpened.

Martin Luther King Jr.

#2. It is as though horror has frozen the blood in my veins, paralyzed my arms, and torn all thought from my brain with the swipe of a paw. I sit there, flying on, and continue to stare, as though mesmerised, at the Cauldron on my left.

Ernst Udet

#3. The anger I'd had, everything, was gone, and kissing her reminded me, again, that she was right. We were connected to each other. She was the air in my lungs, the blood in my veins; she was my whole life.

J.J. McAvoy

#4. What worries me though, is that after all those victories people don't see me as a human being anymore. I am not a machine, I have a heart beating in my chest -not an engine, there's blood in my veins- not oil. I know pain and fatigue. I can lose but I will strive to win everything.

Evgeni Plushenko

#5. I have Russian, German, Spanish, Italian, French and Ethiopian blood in my veins.

Peter Ustinov

#6. I had a right to my own political opinions. I am a Southern woman, born with Revolutionary blood in my veins. Freedom of speech and of thought were my birthright, guaranteed, signed and sealed by the blood of our fathers.

Rose O'Neal Greenhow

#7. For the first time in my life, I've felt whole, alive, free. You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, the blood in my veins.

J.A. Redmerski

#8. For me, acting is like a therapy. I can express myself fully when I am acting and have blood in my veins. Even when I'm not working, I'm always living in my own world, imagining characters.

Eva Green

#9. The blood in my veins is frozen but it sings of love.

Graham Joyce

#10. She's the blood in my veins." He speaks clearly and softly. "She's the air in my lungs." There's a slight pause, and I'm sure I hear William inhale a shocked breath. "She's the bright, hopeful light in my tortured darkness. I'm warning you, Anderson. Don't try to take her away from me.

Jodi Ellen Malpas

#11. You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, and the blood in my veins.

J.A. Redmerski

#12. Alone: for the first time I understood the terrible significance of that word. Alone without a witness, without anyone to speak to, without refuge. The breath in my body, the blood in my veins, all this hurly-burly in my head existed for nobody.

Simone De Beauvoir

#13. Neither my father or mother, grandfather or grandmother, great grandfather or great grandmother, nor any other relation that I know of, or care a farthing for, has been in England these one hundred and fifty years; so that you see I have not one drop of blood in my veins but what is American.

John Adams

#14. I want to take you until you are boneless. I want to drain you of strength. I want to fill you and take my fill of you. My dear, Ivy, I want to devour you. I want your juices on my toung, flooding my mouth. I want your wetness on my face, your scent covering me. I want your blood in my veins.

Kathryn Smith

#15. He drove into me hard, slipping into my slick tunnel with ease. "Who are you to me?"
My blood stirred in my veins from me just hearing the question. "You're queen.

Kenya Wright

#16. Running doesn't just make me happy. Running keeps me alive. When I'm running-the blood pumping through my veins, the tunes playing in my ears, the muscles tightening on the inclines- the problems of the world disappear. It's just me, the sidewalk, and God.

Lisa Schroeder

#17. When I think of you my heart beats fast, the blood burns in my veins and I can hardly breathe.

Alexandre Dumas

#18. I'm crazy about Dublin. If you went back 3,000 years in my ancestry you wouldn't find a drop of Irish blood in the veins, but I love the place.

Harold Prince

#19. I take in great lungfuls of air. Atom by atom, the oxygen enters my blood and pumps in waves through my veins; it is tidal, this pumping blood. My heart beats mightily. If I ran any faster, gravity would loose its claims on my ankles, and my feet would pedal into the air.

Ayana Mathis

#20. He tastes of white wine and apple pie and Christian. I run my fingers through his hair, holding him to me while our tongues explore and curl and twist around each other, my blood heating in my veins.We're breathless when Christian pulls away.

E.L. James

#21. I may be immortal but I am still a man with blood pumping in my veins." He moves an inch closer. My skin heats up. Every nerve is burning. "You are off-limits. You are forbidden to me. And all it does is make me want you more.

Karina Halle

#22. Not ill? No truly, I am young, healthful, and strong; the blood flows freely in my veins; my limbs obey my will; I am robust in mind and body, constituted for a long life. Yes, all this is true; and yet, nevertheless, I have an illness, a fatal illness,
an illness given by the hand of man!

Victor Hugo

#23. Blood is pounding in my ears. Lingering smoke and tequila fill my nostrils as adrenaline courses through my veins. My lips curl into a smile. The only thing that would make this night more perfect is if I had killed some zombies.

Annie Walls

#24. The blood flowed freely in my veins, but a weight of despair and remorse pressed on my heart, which nothing could remove.

Mary Shelley

#25. I will never leave you for I am intertwined in the fabric of you're being and my life blood's essence pulsates through your'e veins.

Truth Devour

#26. Echo withdrew into her hair the moment she entwined her fingers with mine. I hadn't touched weed in over a week yet somehow i floated above the ground, my blood ran warm in my veins and i felt high-no, not high ... invicible.

Katie McGarry

#27. The sight of you brings joy to my heart and makes my blood thunder in my veins. I know not how long I will be allowed to stand here. So there are words I must say. That you are the moon and the stars to me, and the air I breathe. To love you is to live. So if I die ... I will still live in you.

Kate Furnivall

#28. Anand, look at the back of my hands. No hair. The sign of an advanced race, boy. And look at yours. No hair either. But you never know. With some of your mother's bad blood flowing in your veins you could wake up one morning and find yourself hairy like a monkey

V.S. Naipaul

#29. Madam, you have bereft me of all words,
Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,

William Shakespeare

#30. Boonie wondered with sadness, Why don't I have any real memories like that of this elder statesman who happens to live in our house from time to time? This handsome, formal man whose blood runs mysteriously in my own veins? He was always more like a king than a father.

Suzanne Stroh

#31. My blood in his veins." ~Jace

Cassandra Clare

#32. Blood sped through my veins as I gripped the edge of the counter, gazing into the face I knew so well. A shadow of confusion crossed his expression as he stared back at me before the corner of his mouth drew up in a slight grin ...

Laney McMann

#33. Lady you berfet me of all words,/Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,/ And there is such confusion in my powers.

William Shakespeare

#34. Ounce of strength I had in me. But it was useless. My arms and legs moved in slow motion. My blood rushed cold, my veins darkening, mapping my skin

Jessica Sorensen

#35. He was more important than my arms or legs; he was the blood that used to flow through my veins, the air in my lungs...

Liz Schulte

#36. My veins do not end in me but in the unanimous blood of those who struggle for life, love, things, landscape and bread, the poetry of all.

Roque Dalton

#37. Every night when I watch you sleep, I breathe you in. Every time I make you smile, my heart beats a tad bit faster. You are the blood flowing through my veins. If I had to go back to the life I had before, I would go freaking insane.

Shannon Eckrich

#38. While they argued, the pain blazed on. My blood boiled in my veins. Why was I doing this? Was he worth all of this pain? Why should I care if he lived or died?
"I love him." The words came out as a whisper, but they seemed to diminish the heat. I felt stronger and more sure of myself.

Heather James

#39. She has the kind of love that can stain your soul, make you beg not to have one, just to escape the spell she's put you under. I've tried to break myself of her over and over, but it's pointless. I've got more of her in my veins than blood

Tarryn Fisher

#40. I got ice in my veins
Blood in my eyes/Hate in my heart
Love in my mind

Lil' Wayne

#41. His blood coursed through my veins sweeter than life itself. And as it did, Lestats words made sense to me.
I knew peace only when I killed and when I heard his heart in that terrible rhythm,
I knew again what peace could be.

Anne Rice

#42. When I heard the words, I felt as if the blood had been frozen in my veins, and that my lungs must collapse for the want of air. Mr. Lincoln shot!

Elizabeth Keckley

#43. The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart.

Haruki Murakami

#44. My blood singing in my veins, answering his call.

E.L. James

#45. To be a fighter, you have to be passionate. I have so much passion, it's hard to hold it all in. That passion escapes as tears from my eyes, sweat from my pores, blood from my veins.

Ronda Rousey

#46. I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Langston Hughes

#47. What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe.
It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.

Friedrich Nietzsche

#48. There is one person who fits so perfectly in my life, someone I love unconditionally - someone who makes me laugh until I cry, and someone who I'm so attracted to that my blood will race through my veins at his every touch.

Ellie Wade

#49. All's taken away: my love and my power.
The body, thrown into city it hates,
Finds no joy in the sunlight. With every hour
The blood grows colder in my veins.

Anna Akhmatova

#50. My wretched feet, flayed and swollen to lameness by the sharp air of January, began to heal and subside under the gentler breathings of April; the nights and mornings no longer by their Canadian temperature froze the very blood in our veins; we could now endure the play-hour passed in the garden.

Charlotte Bronte

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

Ryan Giggs

#52. As long as I am an American citizen, and as long as American blood runs in these veins, I shall hold myself at liberty to speak, to write, and to publish whatever I please on any subject, being amenable to the laws of my country for the same.

Elijah Parish Lovejoy

#53. Because when I read, I don't really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqueur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.

Bohumil Hrabal

#54. I feel your blood
raging in my veins

Antonio Cisneros

#55. I hate the sight of blood, but it's in my veins.

Charlie Chaplin

#56. They have so smothered me in their middle-class refinement that I don't know how there can be any blood left in my veins. I lowered my eyes, put on a dismal, silly expression, just like them; I was just as dead-and-alive as they were.

Emile Zola

#57. My blood is a miracle that, from my veins, crosses the air in my heart into yours.

Frida Kahlo

#58. Blood in and blood out," he says, kissing my neck in between his words. "Your fuckin' choice. But know this: it is forever now my blood that runs through your veins. And I will drown you in it before I let you escape me again.

Nicole Reed

#59. True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

Nas

#60. Lady, you bereft me of all words/
My blood speaks to you in my veins.

William Shakespeare

#61. The patriot blood of my father was warm in my veins.

Clara Barton

#62. Blood fills my mouth. Fire sears my veins. I choke back a howl. The silver knife slips
the
choice is mine.
I am death or life. I am salvation or destruction. Angel or demon.
I am grace.
I plunge in the knife.
This is my sacrifice
I am the monster.

Bree Despain