Top 100 Quotes About Veins
#1. It doesn't matter", he murmured against my skin. His fingers traced the cuts, healing the veins beneath them. "There's only one thing that does."
"What?" I whispered.
He looked at me through his long,, dark lashes, with my hands still in his. "Killing Jude.
Michelle Hodkin
#2. We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren't chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyhow.
Leigh Bardugo
#3. Won't let the creeping ivy
Won't let the nervous bury me
Our veins are thin
Our rivers poisoned
We want the sweet meat
We want the young blood
Radiohead
#4. Sometimes love burns so hot in your veins that it consumes all rational thought. You become a walking shell that can no longer function without your significant other whispering into your soul, telling your heart to beat.
Teresa Mummert
#5. Those men, those of former times, had soul and eyes that in no way resemble ours, and in their veins, along with their blood, flowed something that has disappeared: love and admiration for the Beautiful.
Guy De Maupassant
#6. Sharley felt his strength ebbing away, and his weak leg throbbed painfully, but then a tingling sensation thrilled through his frame and the fighting blood of the Lindenshield clan began to roar through his veins. He drew breath and out crashed the war cry of the icemark ...
Stuart Hill
#7. As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night turn up to the returning sun and spread their petals wide on his new warmth and light-just so my wilted spirits rose again and such a heat of zeal surged through my veins that I was born anew.
Dante Alighieri
#8. Change his mind. Tell him you're sorry you grilled his shorts. That you're sorry you've got ice running through your veins .
C.C. Hunter
#9. A twisted, pale figure writhing in agony, chest bare and hideous. Tight, rigid cords of sickly green veins webbed across the boy's body and limbs, like ropes under his skin. Purplish bruises covered the kid, red hives, bloody scratches. His bloodshot eyes bulged, darting back and forth.
James Dashner
#10. 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
#11. What'd he said in the car
he'd meant it. His gaze had been level and direct as he'd spoken. It had been *Julian* talking, her Jules, the one who lived in her bones and her brain and at the base of her spine, the one who was threaded all through her like veins or nerves.
Cassandra Clare
#12. His veins were dark with a vivid belladonna tincture, the essence of jealousy.
Charlotte Bronte
#13. There is not enough blood in her veins to keep her heart from skipping.
Christopher Pike
#14. What happens when emotion is too big, when it fills the chest and the veins and the limbs? I imagine sunshine filling me until I shatter - leaving starburst-coated girl shrapnel strewn across this bed.
Christina Lauren
#15. The walking wounded, opening their veins and bleeding in public.
Paul Auster
#16. My words travelled through my veins which hung in the sky like telephone wires.
Annabel Pitcher
#17. The darkest parts of my soul were thriving in the chaos of a world turned murderous black, and bereft of dreams. I was a downcast demigod, slayer of monsters. I bore the machete that drained their veins, stole their breath, and cut the life from their hearts.
Bobby Adair
#18. I wish I could stuff my mouth full of raindrops and fill my pockets full of snow. I wish I could trace the veins in a fallen leaf and the feel the wind pinch my nose.
Tahereh Mafi
#19. I wouldn't yield to anyone. But I did. I yielded to Georgie. I'd let her seep into my veins and take hold, and no matter how many men I killed or women I fucked, I couldn't get her out of me.
Nashoda Rose
#20. In Ishmael I articulated a living mythology that is so integral to our culture that it's never examined or even noticed by anyone. It's like the sound of blood rushing through your veins - you hear it so constantly that you don't hear it at all.
Daniel Quinn
#21. People feel guilty. And guilt is stymieing. Guilt immobilizes. Guilt closes the air ducts and the veins, and makes people ignorant.
Maya Angelou
#22. He opened the veins of the social body to cure the disease; but he allowed life to flow out, pure or impure, with indifference, without casting himself between the victims and the executioners.
Charles Warwick
#23. Elizabeth, this one last task you will enter in a moment, will determine your fate and who you are. You are eighteen now and with the blood of past generations running through your veins, this will destine who you really are and where you belong.
Elena Carpenter
#24. What little strength he had left flowed out of him and was soaked up; his bones and veins and skin held nothing but tiredness and pain.
Wallace Stegner
#25. Suddenly, the ice became liquid and her veins filled with the cold, condensing fluid. Her heartbeat intensified as the poor muscle attempted to pump the viscous solution.
Aleatha Romig
#26. 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
#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. My love for you is limitless, it knows no bounds. You're in my veins. I bleed you. I belong to you ... I always have and I always will.
Samantha Towle
#29. My beautiful, my own
My only Venice-this is breath! Thy breeze
Thine Adrian sea-breeze, how it fans my face!
Thy very winds feel native to my veins,
And cool them into calmness!
Lord Byron
#31. Five words that were the hardest words I would ever have to say,
Five pillars of my faith that couldn't save him that day.
Five rivers, the Panj Aab, that didn't flow through his veins.
Five minutes that changed our world forever.
Ruth Ahmed
#32. Habits are to the soul what the veins and arteries are to the blood, the courses in which it moves
Horace Bushnell
#33. She was in love with the Great Sultan of Kad. And this was no crush. It was as real as the sun rising each morning, as the blood in her veins and the curve of the rail under her fingers. She felt the truth in every nerve, every inch of her skin.
Cate Rowan
#34. If you venture to be a sage
Let your virtues subside your rage
For deep wisdom you'll be venerated
Let cold veins feel blood cells generated
Munia Khan
#35. Emotion courses through my veins, choking me. I feel so insignificant, a tiny speck surrounded by a million stars.
A million suns.
Beth Revis
#36. We have time. Fear tangled into her clothes, cinched the shirt, spiraled into the veins.
E.J. Koh
#37. Healers make the most dreadful enemies, Scion of the House of Strong-in-the-Arm. The knowledge that saves lives can be used to do exactly the opposite. Especially when they have the blood of the Wise Ones in their veins.
Stuart Hill
#38. Character is an essential tendency. It can be covered up, it can be messed with, it can be screwed around with, but it can't be ultimately changed. It's the structure of our bones, the blood that runs through our veins.
Sam Shepard
#39. 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
#40. I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.
Chuck Palahniuk
#41. He's lost his colour very far from here,
Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry
Wilfred Owen
#42. Music is my life. Music runs through my veins. Music inspires me. Music is a part of me. Music is all around us. Music soothes me. Music gives me hope when I lose faith. Music comforts me. Music is my refuge.
Demi Lovato
#43. Lips parted, soul entered,
blood rushed through veins,
unconditional and unintentional it was.
Upasana Banerjee
#44. Music is what I love to do; it's in my veins.
Demi Lovato
#45. The huge veins on his neck throb with the exertion and rush of it all and his whole body flexes and pumps like one enormous, grotesque organ.
Mark Simpson
#46. I could see the veins through your skin like a map to inside you. how could skin be that thin? i was so afraid you might drop and break. i stopped breathing so you wouldn't.
Francesca Lia Block
#47. I've got spider veins all over my legs, so I wear opaque tights all winter. All sorts of colours.
Sally Phillips
#48. I opened my veins. Unstoppably life spurts out with no remedy. Now I set out bowls and plates. Every bowl will be shallow. Every plate will be small. And overflowing their rims, into the black earth, to nourish the rushes unstoppably without cure, gushes poetry ...
Marina Tsvetaeva
#49. All eyes turned to Cecily. Denny laid a hand on her pale blue sleeve, and Luke felt a possessive fury surge through his veins. Let
Tessa Dare
#50. Ed felt faint. Milk shake, as it turned out, was much less handy in your veins then, say, oxygen.
Francine Pascal
#51. Things were pretty cold-blooded back in Rockdale.
That's when my arms were so pretty I could hold them up to the light and see the veins curling all clean and smooth like little blue branches.
Adam Rapp
#52. 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
#53. Almost all rich veins of original and striking speculation have been opened by systematic half-thinkers.
John Stuart Mill
#54. Her veins and arteries ran with a bitter fluid, not blood, Adinath exclaimed in fury one day.
Neel Mukherjee
#55. Reached up to push the button that released liquid morphine into his veins.
Orna Ross
#56. 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
#57. The scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began
...
John Geddes
#58. If it's a phase, so what? If it's your whole life, who cares? You're destined to evolve and understand yourself in ways you never imagined before. And you've got our blood running through your beautiful veins, so no matter what, you've been blessed with the spirit of women who know how to love.
Gabby Rivera
#59. If the veins in the back of your legs look like the street map of greater Pittsburgh, you ain't nobody's babydoll.
Jeff Foxworthy
#60. Love is what we are about, my darling," she says. "Not even in death has our love faded, for I live in your veins.
Susan Abulhawa
#61. When you're used to being at a point where you're deadlifting close to 600 pounds, getting to be 5.5 percent body fat and seeing veins in places you shouldn't see them, it kind of skews your understanding of what is normal and OK.
Matt McGorry
#62. 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
#63. The ship shudders as we make the leap, passing into grimspace. Pleasure spikes through me, as if I'm taking a hit of my favorite chem. It sings through my veins, echoing the mad whorl of colors outside the view screen. If I had to describe it, I'd say it's like entering the heart of a dying star.
Ann Aguirre
#64. When I think of you my heart beats fast, the blood burns in my veins and I can hardly breathe.
Alexandre Dumas
#65. 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
#66. I'd felt the pop of the needle sliding into my veins, like a fang into flesh. I'd been enveloped in the golden haze where nothing is wrong even when everything is falling apart. A dance with a hypodermic fiend, my hands in the claws of a vulture.
Taylor Rhodes
#67. He sits next to me, the veins on his neck and arms seeming more prominent than they did earlier. His mouth compresses, igniting his eyes with esoteric light, pulling me into the magnetic undertow.
Poppet
#68. I was working the hole with the Sailor and we did not bad fifteen cents on average night boosting the afternoons and short timing the dawn we made out from the land of the free but I was running out of veins.
William S. Burroughs
#69. we are speaking about cognitive meanings, which cannot be transferred into students as blood is pumped into veins. Learning the meaning of a piece of knowledge requires dialog, exchange, sharing, and sometimes compromise.
Joseph D. Novak
#70. My veins are filled, once a week with a Neapolitan carpet cleaner distilled from the Adriatic and I am as bald as an egg. However I still get around and am mean to cats.
John Cheever
#71. By the time I'm through with you, I'll be black-tar heroin in your veins and you won't be able to go four hours without me somewhere deep inside you.
Anonymous
#72. If Thirty Seconds to Mars was a human being then he fans would be the veins and the band would be the heart. The fans are what connect the essence of the music around the world and keep the us alive.
Shannon Leto
#73. Write about this man who, drop by drop, squeezes the slave's blood out of himself until he wakes one day to find the blood of a real human being
not a slave's
coursing through his veins.
Anton Chekhov
#74. Remember, There's a map beneath your skin and all your veins are rivers, there's directions and instructions written in secret on your bones, there's a star you can't see that shines in a North you'll never know.
And a secret current, beneath the waves, that carries you to the end of you.
Pleasefindthis
#75. We all have the republican spirit in our veins, like syphilis in our bones. We are democratized and venerealized.
Charles Baudelaire
#76. First love is the only pure and happy one. If it goes wrong, nothing can replace it. Later loves can never attain to the same limpid perfection; though they may be as solid, as marble, they are streaked with veins of another colour, the dried blood of the past.
Maurice Druon
#77. Every pulse of your heartbeat is one liquid moment that flows through the veins of your being. Like a river of life flowing on since creation, approaching the sea with each new generation.
Don McLean
#78. The blood in my veins is frozen but it sings of love.
Graham Joyce
#79. Because at that moment, with the press of Rahim's lips to hers, with the touch of his tongue sending wildfire through her veins, she knew she would always be home here.
With this boy. In this moment. In this time.
And that her heart would never be lonely again.
Renee Ahdieh
#80. 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
#81. 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
#82. The trick is after a workout you're supposed to have gummy bears or some candy to get your veins to stick out. Of course, it's all about protein, too, but right before you're filming a shirtless scene, you have a little bit of sugar to pop the veins.
Colton Haynes
#83. I'm not like him, Kara. Whoever he is, I'm not like him."
She ran a hand over his chest, with its mat of golden curls and teased one flat brown nipple, desire already running hot in her veins. "No. No you're not.
Pamela Clare
#85. She had so deep a kinship with the trees, so intuitive a sympathy with leaf and flower, that it seemed as if the blood in her veins was not slow-moving human blood, but volatile sap.
Mary Webb
#86. 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
#87. Why did you let her take the head off London Bridge?"
Cromwell:"You know me, Stephen. The fluid of benevolence flows through my veins and sometimes overspills.
Hilary Mantel
#88. I love being so tight on people in close-ups that the veins in their eyes look like the Mississippi River.
Sylvester Stallone
#89. 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
#91. Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, 'til all I have left are meaningless letters pushing fire through my veins. Words can draw blood if you're very, very careful. - Broken Places
Rachel Thompson
#92. Adrenaline pumped through her veins. Was it the thrill of the ride or something else making her heart pound?...She clamped her eyes shut as the roller coaster started to drop and squeezed the words through her tightened throat. "I love you.
Rachel Skatvold
#93. The ordinary was the divine, where common sense met mystery, where logic kissed the cheek of the inexplicable, the immeasurable, immemorial spirit throbbing like veins beneath the hard gray asphalt of quotidian life.
Tony Hendra
#94. It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.
Jean Racine
#95. Veins practically popping out of his neck, the jerk leaned out his window and yelled a bunch of swear words, including a new one I tucked away in my brain for future use, if necessary.
James Patterson
#96. He considers it for a moment and spits out the seeds, which sprout, quickly, into tiny junkblossoms sizzling with recursive algorithms. The algorithms wriggle through thorny vines, veins of clotted pink juice.
Catherynne M Valente
#97. 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
#98. It was spring, the part of spring where the bursting is done, the held-in pressures of desiccated sap-veins and gum-sealed buds are gone, and all the world's in a rush to be beautiful.
Theodore Sturgeon
#99. The skyline is etched in my veins. You can never put that out, no matter how hard it rains.
Macklemore
#100. He was best known, however, for his instinct. Jade had instinct like a tiger on the prowl; it seemed to come from the very blood running in his veins.
Gregg Hurwitz
