Top 100 Dark Blood Quotes
#1. My mother was a gypsy, and she had a lot of dark blood in her, and her hair was very, very thick - she couldn't even get a brush through it. So I have been very fortunate. And every time I go to cut it off, hairdressers refuse to do it.
Robert Plant
#2. Where d'you get the knife?" He wished he had one.
"He gave it to me." There was a crumpled shape in the shadows by the wall, the matting all around soaked with dark blood. "This way.
Joe Abercrombie
#3. The girl looked at the mess she had made, at the ax, the shattered immortal, and the gouts of dark blood all around, and vomited.
Tamora Pierce
#4. He was softly breathing his life away, the dark blood flowing down his skin of snow and his eyes growing heavy and dim. She kissed him, but Adonis knew not that she kissed him as he died.
Edith Hamilton
#5. And tonight Mary could taste bitterness going down like a nut, settling in her stomach. It planted itself, put down roots, and began to grow, nourished on her dark blood.
Emma Donoghue
#7. I slept all day, face down in the pillow, a comfortable dead-man's float only remotely disturbed by a chill undertow of reality - talk, footsteps, slamming doors - which threaded fitfully through the dark, blood-warm waters of dream.
Donna Tartt
#8. I took the sheep and cut their throats over the pit, and let the dark blood flow. Then there gathered the spirits of the dead, brides and unwed youths, old men worn out by labour, and tender maidens with hearts still new to sorrow.
Homer
#9. Benny Imura sat in the dark and spoke with monsters.
It was like that every day.
It had become the pattern of his life. Shadows and blood. And monsters.
Everywhere.
Monsters.
Jonathan Maberry
#10. I glared at Christian as the blood smeared around. "You could have at least licked it."
He smirked darkly. "I hear that all too often.
Dannika Dark
#11. The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed to black substances; and the sun, blood-red on the eastern marshes behind dark masts and yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had set on fire.
Charles Dickens
#12. Why people wanted to dance whenever it got dark was beyond him. Somehow, the two seemed to go together, like bees and flowers, or flies and dung. Darkness and dancing.
Terry Goodkind
#13. Life without meaning
cannot be borne.
We find a mission
to which we're sworn
or answer the call
of Death's dark horn.
Without a gleaning
of purpose in life,
we have no vision,
we live in strife,
or let blood fall
on a suicide knife.
Dean Koontz
#14. Cut him. Cut him while I stand here and watch. I want to see the blood flow. Don't make me tell you twice.
Stephen King
#15. Dinner was a lonely affair. Funny how you could be surrounded by your family, your blood, and yet feel totally alone. Even with the sun shining on the sparkling shores of English Bay and Josh at my side, I felt like I was invisible, and in a dark, dark place.
Karina Halle
#17. Walk with this tomorrow night. If nothing happens, then
don't come back. Forget about us, this place, but if you feel the
Nightwalker in you awaken, then return to where you belong.
Return to me, and the streets will run red with blood.
Keith Kekic
#18. I am a thing made of lace and blood. Swathed in silk and dripping with the dark deeds of men.
Laura Thalassa
#19. Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargo
Congealed in the dark arteries,
Old veins
That hold Glamorgan's blood.
The midnight miner in the secret seams,
Limb, life, and bread.
- Rhondda Valley
Mervyn Peake
#20. Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin? The Blood of Jesus whispers peace within.
Salman Rushdie
#21. Don't mourn me", he said. Because it was a joke, a sick joke and because - at the end - he needed a little dark humour to sustain him.
Stephen Lloyd Jones
#22. Blood hell, what happened to you?" - Dante
The dark wisard and I had a mild disagreement." -Viper
What sort of disagreement?" -Dante
I thought he should be dead and he disagreed." -Viper
Alexandra Ivy
#23. When the power falls on me, it buzzes in the warm, dark spaces of my skull. It stings like nettles at the tips of my fingers. The power is a fever I have felt since early childhood, a heat in the blood that leaves me flushed and unsteady, dreaming in daylight.
Victoria Lamb
#24. Disappear Here.
The syringe fills with blood.
You're a beautiful boy and that's all that matters.
Wonder if he's for sale.
People are afraid to merge. To merge.
Bret Easton Ellis
#25. For it was the light, that was flowing in her veins but not blood. Every time she was wounded, she killed the demons in the dark, rather than feeding and keeping them alive.
Akshay Vasu
#26. He can learn things about me through your blood. Can learn about my sister!" She briefly covered her mouth. "He can see everything we've done! I don't want that leech to know what we do in private."
Lothaire strolled up, making a scoffing sound. "As if I don't watch you two live from a distance.
Kresley Cole
#27. He remembered running through the streets of Alicante with Tavvy in his arms, stumbling on the cracked paving. trying to keep his little brother's face mashed against his shoulder so that he wouldn't see the blood and death all around him.
Cassandra Clare
#28. I took a closer look. Jesus had piercing blue eyes, dark hair that hung in a flawless mess, his body was emaciated and taut, his hands and feet dripped with blood, and nothing but a gauzy loincloth hid what looked like a nice package underneath.
"Sexy," I said. "He looks like a rock star.
Tiffanie DeBartolo
#29. 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
#30. I'm alone, stumbling through the city in the dark, trying not to let the night freeze my blood.
Isaac Marion
#31. How will it look to everyone at dinner if the servant who left with Amarinda fails to return?
How will it look if that servant's bandages bleed through and he drips blood on Conner's dinning table?
Jennifer A. Nielsen
#32. No, all that David could think about was the head of the deer-girl, for her face rubbed against his as they rode, her warm blood smeared his cheek, and he saw himself reflected in the dark green mirrors of her eyes.
John Connolly
#33. I tried to bring up boyfriends and sex. Her great dark eyes surveyed me with emptiness and a kind of chagrin that reached back generations and generations in her blood from not having done what was crying to be done
whatever it was, and everybody knows what it was.
Jack Kerouac
#34. High blood pressure, cheeriness at breakfast, a mellowing political philosophy, and an inability to drink more than half a bottle of proof spirits at cocktail time without falling over the fire irons all suggest dark wings hovering overhead and the impending midnight croak of the raven.
Lucius Beebe
#35. The texture of her skin was phantom silk, not human., not blood-warm, but dizzyingly hot anyway.
Erin Kellison
#36. Blood is everywhere..
Vultures take shelter beneath the tanks;
for the fumed sky is unsafe for their avian flight to prey on the Palestinian flesh.
Munia Khan
#37. Holy places are dark places. It is life and strength, not knowledge and words, that we get in them. Holy wisdom is not clear and thin like water, but thick and dark like blood.
C.S. Lewis
#38. Tedium is the worst pain. the mind lays out the world in blocks, and the hushed blood waits for revenge. all order, i've come to understand, is theoretical, unreal - a harmless sensible, smiling mask men slide between the two great, dark realities, the self and the world - two snake pits.
John Gardner
#39. The dark fever I'd caught that first night I'd set foot in Dublin had turned into a fever of a different kind: a bloodfever - as in I wanted blood, spilled for my sister.
Karen Marie Moning
#40. You're much the senior in years, Master Axl, but in matters of blood, it may be I'm the elder and you the youth. I've seen dark hatred as bottomless as the sea on the faces of old women and tender children, and some days felt such hatred myself.
Kazuo Ishiguro
#41. Did you get any blood on your breasts? I'm willing to go the extra mile.
Dannika Dark
#42. I closed my eyes then but it was too dark to clearly see that vision that my body would conjure out of blood and the inside of skin when light hit it, but I'd seen it so often, examined it so carefully, that it wasn't hard for me to call to mind.
China Mieville
#43. The carrion birds sat about the topmost corners of the houses with their wings outstretched in attitudes of exhortation like dark little bishops.
Cormac McCarthy
#44. And your fear boils my fu*king blood Angel, makes me fu*king hungry, do you know that? ~Sade~
Lucian Bane
#45. Day leans in toward me. He reaches up to touch my face. I can tell it still hurts him to use his fingers, and his nails are dark with dried blood. "You're brilliant," he says. "But you're a fool to stay wish someone like me."
I close my eyes at the touch of his hand. "Then we're both fools.
Marie Lu
#46. Wink kissed deep. Deep as a dark, misty, forest path. One that lead to blood and love and death and monsters.
April Genevieve Tucholke
#48. Fading light means more than just the end of another day. Night is when terrible things emerge from their sleep and seek soft flesh and hot blood.
Jim Butcher
#49. 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
#50. And Venus among the fishes skips and is a she-dolphin
she is the gay, delighted porpoise sporting with love and the sea
she is the female tunny-fish, round and happy among the males
and dense with happy blood, dark rainbow bliss in the sea.
D.H. Lawrence
#51. She felt like the crushed petals of a violet, dark and limp. No, no, no. She bit her knuckle until she tasted blood. Cy was gone.
Rae Meadows
#52. I tell him, and I write it down as I go. It makes me feel better, as if the weirdness is flowing out of my blood and onto the page, through the dark point of the pen
Robin Sloan
#54. Pearl spent the passing days buried so deep in the musty, dusty sorcery tomes that sometimes when she emerged, she spoke in archaic english. "Hast thou a light?" she'd asked him this afternoon when her study room had grown dark with gathering clouds.
Gail Dayton
#55. I feel like a real dead one: having neither blood to bleed nor any flesh or bone to feel the scars; yet I want to hold on to my spirit.
Munia Khan
#56. He sits next to me, careful to avoid my hair that's splayed out around my head like blood. A bullet to the forehead, boom, blond waves everywhere.
Lauren DeStefano
#57. The mountain trembled like an earthquake. Dust flew into the sky. And the rock turned dark red, like the color of blood'.
'How would you know?' Asks Sindhi cap. 'You only have a black and white television'.
'But it's a very good one. You can almost see colours.
Mohsin Hamid
#58. 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
#59. There were Arcadians here, Katagaria, Dark-Hunters, demons, humans, and who knew what else. By rights none of them should get along and yet they were together tonight. Bound by something other than blood. They were bound together by their hearts.' (Gallagher)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#60. He let out a hiss of pain,then smiled that crooked, sheepish smile he always fell back on when he was caught doing something bad. Sorry. I-I didn't mean to. I just- I've been lying here for hours, thinking about blood.
Holly Black
#61. Blood doesn't make family, and time and distance doesn't break it. Like the moon, family will always be there, even when it's too dark to see it. Keep strong and it will light your way home, wherever you are.
June Stevens Westerfield
#62. I don't like letters. Any dark past is a vampire, feeding on the blood of the living moment, and letters are the bats.
Gregory David Roberts
#63. He was a phoenix of blood, rising from the ashes of those who had fallen and suffered before him.
Nenia Campbell
#64. He held out his right hand in the moonlight. From the cut on his wrist the blood was still oozing. Every few seconds a drop fell, dark, almost colourless in the dead light. Drop, drop, drop. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow ...
He had discovered the Time and Death and God.
Aldous Huxley
#65. I'm calling this place the Tardis," she said, continuing to scan the different locations. "We're not calling it the Tardis," I said. Of course, if she knew what it could really do, I'd never change her mind.
"Why the hell not?" she asked.
"Copyright infringement.
H.D. Smith
#66. But trust is the color of a dark seed growing. Trust is the color of a heart's blood flowing. Trust is the color of a soul's last breath. Trust is the color of death.
Robert Jordan
#67. Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks --
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Sylvia Plath
#68. I didn't always have these dark and blood-thirsty urges but I sure as hell did adapt to them.
R.L. Vogeler
#69. Death, you are no different to me than my lover with cloud-coloured skin, and your hair a mass of dark cloud, your hands like blood-red lotus, and your lips the colour of blood.
Tagore Rabindranath
#70. You won't cut my son's throat,' said the Unseelie King, gazing down at Julian with a look of disdain. 'You're a Shadowhunter. You have a code of honor.'
'You're thinking of Shadowhunters the way they used to be,' said Julian. 'I came of age in the Dark War. I was baptized in blood and fire.
Cassandra Clare
#71. Got here half an hour ago and had a look, eyeballin' it," Sawyer said. "It's murder, all right. Tell you something else - the sun went down, and it's as dark as the inside of a horses's ass out here."
"You're sure?"
"Well, I've never actually been inside a horses's ass.
John Sandford
#72. The Dark is a word for the ignorant. The people hare are Gifted. Different powers, different abilities. But Gifted. Like you.
Anthony Ryan
#73. Hide thy pure blood in way do far,
Veins not knowing go dark in winds!
Ekamdeep Singh
#74. His love with Lucy bled from his heart as he slipped into a dark despair - a melancholy that only she could sever with her chaste voice and tender kisses. Now in an unreachable darkness, a blindness took hold. A blood lust that would drive him mad for five years hence.
Solange Nicole
#75. The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.
Daphne Du Maurier
#76. My dark prince. The reaper. The man who spilled blood for me without pause. For that reason alone he'll always be on a pedestal that no other can reach. He'll always be the memory I revisit in my darkest of times.
A. Zavarelli
#77. Mary was the darkness to my monster. The blood to my blade.
Alaska Angelini
#78. 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
#79. That family was el Diablo on earth, with dark wings strapped to their bodies, French on their tongues, a sprinkling of gypsy blood.
Anna-Marie McLemore
#80. She who is in slow motion,
Is glowing red with blood
Which is mine.
Keishi Ando
#81. Blood is no longer flowing in my brain right now. It's somewhere else.
Kenya Wright
#82. Not one of the creatures of blood can escape death. We all face it, and succumb to it. It follows us like a dark shadow. Yet if we live in terror of it, then we do not live at all. Yes we are born alone, and yes we will die alone. But in between, Tae, we live. We know joy.
David Gemmell
#83. With that, the stranger stepped from the mist. She had two long daggers in her hands. And both blades were dark with dripping blood.
Sarah J. Maas
#84. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Eph. 6:12 (NIV)
Anonymous
#85. Professor Ian McDonald of Guy's hospital in London ... has found that, in young men, sugar raises the level of cholesterol in the blood, and especially ... tri-glycerides.
John Yudkin
#86. We'll play tomorrow. Besides, isn't it time for my cup of dinner?"
"I am not your blood gofer. Suck my dick, Vampirellie-suck it."
(Ellie and Regin, Lothaire, IAD #12)
Kresley Cole
#87. Maybe like the bat in the birdcage, Gavriel had been waiting for dark, waiting to get out of the chains, drink Aidan's blood, and escape. But when she showed up, he figured he could use them for a ride through daylight, so long as he seemed harmless enough to need saving. A chill crept up her spine.
Holly Black
#88. His voice, dark and velvety soft, intimate and yet cold: You have blood on your hands.
Jackie Morse Kessler
#89. In recognition of his work on vascular suture and the transplantation of blood-vessels and organs.
Alexis Carrel
#90. He is dark as history, origin of the word native: the weight of blood
Natasha Trethewey
#91. The tent in which she first met him had smelled of blood, of the death she did not understand, and still she had thought of it all as a game. She had promised him the world. His flesh in the flesh of his enemies. And much too late had she realized what he had sown in her. Love. Worst of all poisons.
Cornelia Funke
#92. In the heart and in the soul, evil takes its wicked toll. When moonlight shines like flowing blood, over the earth, the Daimons will flood
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#93. Through depression and many other dark low emotions, our Light dims and our immune system declines along with it. White blood cells are the physical Light of our body.
Colors can be used to heal, restore and to uplift us.
Jacqueline Ripstein
#94. Only tears can hear the sound of pain
when warm blood reddens discolored stain
Munia Khan
#95. Today was the day to win again, Javlei held his axe in hand he had killed many people with it he didn't care that he had blood on his hands. He had won the STEDFARST races every year so far by being ruthless butchering other racers as he went.
Charon Lloyd-Roberts
#96. She swallowed his blood, a dark vintage from some forgotten cellar. She felt like Persephone in Hades, pomegranate seeds bursting against her teeth, juice rolling on her tongue, and the more she had, the more she hungered.
Holly Black
#97. Fuathan don't come out until after dark. Sunlight kills them.'
'Like vampires?'
'Kind of. Very mean, sub-aquatic vampires who don't need to drink your blood, but might do it anyway, just for fun.
Somerset McCoy
#98. I donned my armor, lining my eyes with kohl until they were dark as death and patting crushed rose petals on my lips until they were scarlet as blood.
Roshani Chokshi
#99. 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
#100. Classical music is far from boring - it has all the blood, energy, the sinister dark side, rhythm that rock music has, and all the refined, subtle sensuality that one can ask for
Yuja Wang
