Top 76 Blood Song Quotes
#1. She could feel the common blood song inside the place, the chorus of ancestors moving about in familiar constellations.
Ari Berk
#2. There was a continual sense of something hovering out of reach, a profound conclusion even then blood-song couldn't divine. But can she? And if she can, could she be trusted with the knowledge? The idea of trusting her was absurd, of course. but even the untrustworthy could be useful.
Anthony Ryan
#3. all is dead
but for the mosquitoes
singing
their blood song
Thabo Jijana
#4. The voice was a blood-song. He knew it instinctively. Another blood-song. The tone was different from his own, stronger and more controlled. Another voice speaking in his mind.
Anthony Ryan
#5. Oh you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
Oh I would still be on my feet
Joni Mitchell
#6. The lessons of the past guide us in the present (...) Our Faith is strengthened by the knowledge of those who have gone before us.
Anthony Ryan
#7. Blood circulated through her veins with the fluidity of a song that branched off into the most hidden areas of her body and returned to her heart, purified by love.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#8. From the seed of the thief
The Dragon will rise,
the gluttonous one,
feeding on the blood of babes,
Drinking the tears of mothers.
- Song of Venda
Mary E. Pearson
#9. Nature has a voice (...) Learn to hear it and you'll never be lost and no man will ever take you unawares.
Anthony Ryan
#10. She sits on the iron throne
She is one and three
The dark lady
the redgold lady
The blank lady
oracle
of blood, she who must be
obeyed
forever
Her glass wings are gone
She floats down the river
singing her last song
Margaret Atwood
#11. If you surveyed a hundred typical middle-aged Americans, I bet you'd find that only two of them could tell you their blood types, but every last one of them would know the theme song from the Beverly Hillbillies.
Dave Barry
#12. The masters painted for joy, and knew not that virtue had gone out of them. They could not paint the like in cold blood. The masters of English lyric wrote their songs so. It was a fine efflorescence of fine powers.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#13. I have no need for riches, Highness. I can't be bought either.
Anthony Ryan
#14. Leadership is not learned by watching your brothers beat each other bloody. Nor is it learned by letting them fail their tests.
Anthony Ryan
#15. Honour' is just a word. You can't eat it or drink it and yet everywhere I go men talk of it endlessly, and they all tell a different tale of what it actually means.
Anthony Ryan
#16. Why is it the only joy you show these days is in battle? Why do you hunger for it so? Does it makes you forget? Does it ease your pain?"
Nortah tugged his horse's reins and resume the walk to the stables. "It eases nothing. But it does make me forget, for a while at least.
Anthony Ryan
#17. He lay awake, restless, heart thumping so hard with alternating hatred and anger that he wondered if it would burst through his ribs. Panic made it beat even faster, sweat beaded his forehead and bathed his chest.
Anthony Ryan
#18. An overconfident enemy is prone to carelessness.
Anthony Ryan
#19. I'd never written a song before 'The Blood'; I didn't know it was going to be a song.
Andrae Crouch
#20. It felt safer to run, a moving target was harder to hit. But this vague sense of security evaporated when the darkness came, it was like running in a void where every step brought the threat of a painful fall.
Anthony Ryan
#21. From man's blood-sodden heart are sprung
Those branches of the night and day
Where the gaudy moon is hung.
What's the meaning of all song?
Let all things pass away.
W.B.Yeats
#22. Truth is the heart of the song, Rat. If you cannot hear truth, you cannot hear anything.
Anthony Ryan
#24. She didn't like seeing it, Vaelin realised. Didn't like seeing the killer in me.
Anthony Ryan
#25. It is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons.
Friedrich Schiller
#26. And god damit,
I can barely say your name,
So I'll try to write it,
And fill the pen with blood from the sink.
Pierce The Veil
#27. "MAKE RED YOUR CLAWS WITH HUMAN BLOOD ... OBLITERATE THE HUMAN FILTH ... "
"Ooh, that's a nice song," said the Hogfly, ever polite.
Cressida Cowell
#28. Her wrath became a song in her blood as she ended them.
Sarah J. Maas
#29. He could feel her gaze on his torso, knowing her eyes lingered on his scars, sensing her sorrows. "Nothing I didn't earn, sister", he told her, reaching out for his razor. "All of it, and more besides".
Anthony Ryan
#30. Freedom brought a change in my song, made it soar, seeking out wonders and novelty.
Anthony Ryan
#31. I kicked back my heels, but all I achieved was to ride out of the panicked mass into the path of the Danes, and all around me men were screaming and the Danish axes and swords were chopping and swinging. The grim work, the blood feast, the song of the blade, they call it.
Bernard Cornwell
#32. This policy cannot succeed through speeches, and shooting-matches, and songs; it can only be carried out through blood and iron.
Otto Von Bismarck
#33. In the distance I hear a song - a simple song - a song of despair - a song of longing and a song of sorrow.
I have forgotten the words and the rhythm, but I sing.
Yes, I sing.
Pietros Maneos
#34. For a moment he was lost in the scent and the closeness of her, the grief and self-loathing vanished by this new intimacy. He knew he should tell her to stop, that this was inappropriate, but found himself too intoxicated to care.
Anthony Ryan
#35. It was said that the winds would carry into the Beyond and the Departed used them to send messages back to the Faithful, some of whom would stand for hours on hillsides straining for words of wisdom or comfort from lost loved ones.
Anthony Ryan
#36. FURIES:
Over the beast doomed to the fire
this is the chant, scatter of wits,
frenzy and fear, hurting the heart,
song of the Furies
binding brain and blighting blood
in its stringless melody.
Aeschylus
#37. The only aspect of his appearance to match his legend was his eyes: black as jet and piercing as a hawk's. They said his eyes could strip man's soul bare, that no secret could be hidden if he met your gaze.
Anthony Ryan
#38. They can hear lies, he realized. But not thoughts. He could hide things, he didn't have to lie. Silence could be his shield.
Anthony Ryan
#39. In high school no guys wanted to be in a band with me unless I was going to play bass or play grindcore or be in a scream-o band, so it was fun to finally have that experience of having my songs backed by a drummer and a bassist who were just as excited about it as I was.
Weyes Blood
#40. Humor keeps the elderly rolling along, singing a song. When you laugh, its an involuntary explosion of the lungs. The lungs need to replenish themselves with oxygen. So you laugh, you breathe, the blood runs, and everything is circulating. If you dont laugh, youll die.
Mel Brooks
#41. I should have cracked his skull mid song and sent his blood spraying out wet through the mead hall like a shocking change of key.
John Gardner
#42. It's a bad place, brother. All ruins and bare rock. Only ever seen it from a distance and it gave me the frights. Something in the air (...) Just feels bad. The Lonak call it Maars Nir-Uhlin Sol, the Place of the Stolen Souls.
Anthony Ryan
#43. There was something new in his expression, something Vaelin had never seen before and couldn't name. In later years he would see it in the faces of a thousand men and know it as an old friend: fear.
Anthony Ryan
#44. I meant to write a song of battle, for storied deeds of war inspire; I seemed to hear the cannon thunder, I seemed to see the smoke and fire. But oh, the pathos of the ending when brave men conquered in the fight, knelt, kissing yielded blood-stained colors!
my eyes are blurred, I cannot write.
Anne Reeve Aldrich
#45. She greeted him with a smile, holding her hand out for him to kiss (...) Nevertheless he went to one knee and pressed his lips against her knuckles. Her flesh was warmer than he'd expected and he angered himself for enjoying the sensation.
Anthony Ryan
#46. Quite so, although our brothers and sisters in the Seventh Order do not refer to the Dark. They regard themselves as guardians and practitioners of dangerous and arcane knowledge, much of which defies such mundane concepts as names and categories.
Anthony Ryan
#47. Desert winds blow hard at me
Till we reach the shining sea.
And borne away across the waves
My lover's life I'll sail to save.
Anthony Ryan
#48. The day watch stayed on deck, running the rigging and undertaking the never-ending chores of ship life. A few favoured me with a customary glare or two, but none attempted to converse, a mercy for which I was grateful.
Anthony Ryan
#49. Liquor wasn't forbidden in the Order, but it was frowned upon by the more Faithful masters. Some said anything that dulled the senses was a barrier to the Faith, the less a man remembered of his life the less he had to take with him to the Beyond.
Anthony Ryan
#50. Is that what I've been doing all these years? cutting my path though life? All the blood spilled and lives taken, just verses in a song?
Anthony Ryan
#51. I pray you weep no more my love, let no tears fall for my demise, lift your face to the sky above, and let the sun dry your eyes...
Anthony Ryan
#52. They laughed together, for a long time. Pain receded and was forgotten. They laughed and never spoke about how much it hurt.
Anthony Ryan
#53. If I'm on a bus and someone makes my blood boil, I'll pocket those emotions and put them in a song.
Jessie J.
#54. The Dark is a word for the ignorant. The people hare are Gifted. Different powers, different abilities. But Gifted. Like you.
Anthony Ryan
#55. I mean am I crazy or is it a little rude to answer your phone in the middle of a fucking song?
February 13, 2008. Milan Blood Ball
Jared Leto
#57. Well he could hate too, hate was easy, hate would fuel him if his mother's love could not. Loyalty is our strength. He snorted a silent laughed of derision. Let loyalty be your strength, Father. My hate for you will be mine.
Anthony Ryan
#58. O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe; And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruit and flowers.
William Blake
#59. The rosy gleam of his lip, the fevered gleam of his eyes. There was not a line anywhere on his face, nothing creased or graying; all crisp. He was spring, golden and bright. Envious death would drink his blood, and grow young again.
Madeline Miller
#60. A woman of keen mind but no moral scruple whatever. And an occasionally violent temper. Just how many time did you stab that merchant, Derla? I forget.
Anthony Ryan
#61. Some genius of the South
With blood-hot eyes and cane-lipped scented mouth,
Surprised in making folk-songs from soul sounds.
Jean Toomer
#62. A book's value rests in the knowledge it contains, and knowledge is ever a dangerous thing.
Anthony Ryan
#63. The impulse to lie, to continue to wallow in secrets as he had for years, was only the faintest whisper now, a nagging sense of stepping too far on an uncharted path, easily overridden by need to tell her. If he couldn't tell her, at least he could find some comfort in confidence.
Anthony Ryan
#64. Loyalty is our strength (...) Loyalty is another lie you use to trap the unwary in your designs.
Anthony Ryan
#65. Oh I don't always do what I'm told. I'm a bad girl. I don't do the things girls should.
Anthony Ryan
#66. He'll feel it though, feel the pain like a knife, sticking in his guts, twisting. Pain like that can either make a boy a man or a monster.
Anthony Ryan
#67. Sing me a pretty love song as I start to cry
Tell me you love me as you wipe the blood from my eye
Tell me why the only one who can wipe away my tears
Is the only one who's the source of all my fears
Rachel Lloyd
#68. This is how things come to pass in the world,' one of the princes is supposed to have said. 'Blood flows one way in life and another way in song, and one never knows which flow is the right one.
Ismail Kadare
#69. The mother sings a hungry song
Of blood and cracking teeth
She dances in the dark below
wants to pull us underneath
Her claws, they rise, they sway in dance
to the melody of screams
Her lullaby will never end
till the world comes apart at the seams
Amy Lukavics
#70. The lover never sees personal resemblances in his mistress to her kindred or to others. His friends find in her a likeness to hermother, or her sisters, or to persons not of her blood. The lover sees no resemblance except to summer evenings and diamond mornings, to rainbows and the song of birds.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#71. He found his shivers receding as his resolve grew. It really wasn't that cold. The fear and horror of his night in the forest had left a mark on him, a mark that might never fade, but he would face it and overcome it. There was no other choice.
Anthony Ryan
#72. The moving accident is not my trade; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts: 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.
William Wordsworth
#73. There were tears in his eyes but he blinked them away. "I wish to learn many things".
Anthony Ryan
#74. You always trade blood for joy. It's always a deal struck in the wet and the dark. Al didn't make the rules. He just dances to the song that's playing.
Catherynne M Valente
#75. A man doesn't know his true strength until he fears for his life
Anthony Ryan
#76. Life songs of ages, throbbing in my blood, have danced the rhythm of the tide and flood.
Michael Jackson
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