Written With Blood Quotes

#1. Of all writings I love only that which is written with blood. Write with blood: and you will discover that blood is spirit.

Friedrich Nietzsche

#2. In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood.

Pablo Neruda

#3. An apology, even as sincere as the one she had just received, could repair not one hour of the suffering she had endured over the last one hundred years, but ... her thoughts trailed away from her and her mouth fell open.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#4. She loved him, loved the essence of him, his soul, not his shell.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#5. It is the violent peotry of the times written in the blood of the youth

Luis J. Rodriguez

#6. She tried, and failed, to stop herself from shaking.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#7. The people who send us fan mail written in blood say the nicest things, so it doesn't freak us out too much.

Davey Havok

#8. Sensed his darkness; his rage; his white-knuckle self discipline. She knew that the face he wore in her presence was not his own; other than his name, it was all she knew of him, despite the length of their acquaintance.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#9. What year was it now? He couldn't even say. But finally, the task to which he'd dedicated himself was done.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#10. Even divorce, she thought, cannot erase all the bonds forged by years of marriage. Long after the papers are signed, decrees notarized, the ties still remain. And the most powerful tie of all is written in a child's flesh and blood.

Tess Gerritsen

#11. Perfect purity is possible if you turn your life into a line of poetry written with a splash of blood.

Yukio Mishima

#12. Whatever had arrived to save her had not spoken, had not announced itself with anything except the silent killing it brought.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#13. All friendships experiences challenges, periods of difficulty. But true friendships also endure. True friendships heal. ask yourself if this is a true friendship and I hope you'll agree that is what we have.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#14. A few minutes later, he heard, floating down the hallway outside, the steady creak of bedsprings, a metronomic nightmare in the darkness.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#15. Let us never accept the point of view that mysteries are written by hacks. The poorest of us shed our blood over every chapter. The best of us start from scratch with every new book.

Raymond Chandler

#16. It is written in my life-blood, such that it is, thick or thin; and I can no other.

J.R.R. Tolkien

#17. Ins't that the point? It's neither your right, nor your privilege, to sit in judgement of anyone. Certainly not a people about whom you know so little.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#18. Fiction is a branch of neurology: the scenarios of nerve and blood vessels are the written mythologies of memory and desire.

J.G. Ballard

#19. One never tires of what is well written, style is life! It is the very blood of thought!

Gustave Flaubert

#20. For years she had lived in a vacuum of emotions, and now emotions boiled in her: love, fear, hope, shame, self-pity, pride; each struggled for supremacy, ruling only briefly, before surrendering to a contender that was sometimes darker and sometimes lighter, but always different.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#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. But I can't clean your blood and yours, I'm afraid, is tainted. We'll educate you, feed and clothe you, send you out into the world. But I can't do anything to purify your blood.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#23. But, deep in her heart she knew more than what the words read or heard seemed to say. She knew that every letter in every word in every war bulletin was, somewhere, first written in blood of men, of human beings, who had once smiled and sung songs, eaten, drunk, slept and loved.

Kate Seredy

#24. I share that pain. Those events have sparked anger, resentment, further division. I empathise with your anger. I understand your resentment. More than anything, I seek to heal that division.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#25. The trouble with many copywriters in general agencies are that they don't really think in terms of selling. They have never written direct-response; they have never tasted blood

David Ogilvy

#26. I suppose anyone who has ever written a travel book has had the experience of being accosted by a reader with blood in his eye and a lawsuit in his voice.

Ilka Chase

#27. The Overlook was still not done with him. Written on the mirror, not in lipstick but in blood, was a single word:
REDRUM

Stephen King

#28. She nodded, knowing that he toyed with her, lightening her anguish, but she had no power in this exchange.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#29. I've always said the world is filled with as much wonder as sorrow.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#30. Decades of sorrow and loss, he had suffered. And all of them caused by this woman crouching in front of him with his blood on her lips.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#31. The last begonias wilting in the chalet's hanging baskets laced the air with a lemon and cinnamon fragrance.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#32. You tell others about Me - that I am a loving God. Your words are glib. My words are written in the blood of My only Son.

Brennan Manning

#33. From the confusion in his expression, she sensed it was a hopeless question. He did not know. Years of hate and obsession had twisted and poisoned him, had wrung from him every surviving drop of humanity.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#34. Beads of blood defied gravity, hanging in the air like drops of dew caught in a web.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#35. Her words might have been meant for another, but they had the quality of sunlight nonetheless.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#36. Treaties are often written in paper and ink. War, is carved by stone in blood.

B.H.

#37. The Word of God we read is written not so much with ink as with the blood of the Son of God; or

John Calvin

#38. She examined with curious detachment - so rare for her to feel anything these days - and discovered that what she felt was unease.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#39. In all his years he had not seen one as ancient as this, so obviously belonging to a world far older than his own.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#40. Look rather at the teachings of history, true history, not the history written by Party hacks: genuine democracy, the only valid democracy, is nourished with the blood of martyrs and with the blood of tyrants.

Wei Jingsheng

#41. There's always one, isn't there? Stryker asked rhetorically. In every house, there was always one malcontent jealous prick out to destroy everyone else just for spite. The entire history of the earth was written in the blood of those betrayed by the very people they'd foolishly trusted.

Sherrilyn Kenyon

#42. when she realised he was enjoying the cut-glass shrill of silence that followed, she felt a hatred for him so extreme that had it found physical release, he would have dropped to the floor with every bone in his body shattered.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#43. What protection could she have hoped to offer either of them? She couldn't even protect herself anymore.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#44. I do apologize for writing by hand - and so badly. I shall soon be like Helen Thomas, notoriously illegible. In her last letter only two words stood out plain: 'Blood pressure.' Subsequent research demonstrated that what she had actually written was 'Beloved friends.

Sylvia Townsend Warner

#45. IS IT POSSIBLE to be jealous of written words? To resent nocturnal scribblings as though they were the very flesh and blood of a sexual rival?

Salman Rushdie

#46. Only the very stupid or the very deprived can any longer help knowing that the documents of civilization have been written in blood and tears, blood and tears no less real for being very remote.

Seamus Heaney

#47. That's truth, Harvey, not what's written on a piece of paper or in blood too small to see - but the memory of how it felt being together.

Simon Van Booy

#48. The history of progress is written in the blood of men and women who have dared to espouse an unpopular cause, as, for instance, the black man's right to his body, or woman's right to her soul.

Emma Goldman

#49. They say there's as many as four hundred billion stars in our galaxy" he murmured. "And our galaxy's just one in perhaps five hundred billion others. That's about seventy each of you, me and every other human who walks the earth".

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#50. What a drug this little book is; to imbibe it is to find oneself presuming his process. I read and feel that same compulsion; the desire to possess what he has written, which can only be subdued by writing something myself. It is not mere envy but a delusional quickening in the blood.

Patti Smith

#51. There were faces at the windows and words written in blood; deep in the crypt a lonely ghoul crunched on something that might once have been alive; forked lightnings slashed the ebony night; the faceless were walking; all was right with the world

Neil Gaiman

#52. The poem doesn't have stanzas, it has a body, the poem doesn't have lines,/ it has blood, the poem is not written with letters, it's written/ with grains of sand and kisses, petals and moments, shouts and/ uncertainties.

Jose Luis Peixoto

#53. I haven't really written my plays and books - I've heard them. The stories are there already, singing in your genes and in your blood.

Sebastian Barry

#54. perhaps that's what we thought we were. Benevolent gods.
Now look at us.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#55. Create a mould, and pour yourself in it. See what you want to be, and be. Don't fear the pain. Pain is good. Pain is price.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#56. He wondered how much time he had left before they started saying "you".

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#57. The effects of human wickedness are written on the page of history in characters of blood: but the impression soon fades away; so more blood must be shed to renew it.

Augustus William Hare

#58. The human body is a book of secrets, covered in skin and written in blood. Those who which to learn its mysteries must be unafraid to open it and study its entrails.
-The Book of The Eternal Rose

Fiona Paul

#59. When you feel weak in spirit, think about the agreements you made with yourself about how to live an honourable life. We all have them, but unfortunately the contracts are often written in invisible ink when they should be signed in blood.

Suzanne Hayes

#60. Islamic history is written in two types of ink. Black for the ink of the scholars and red for the blood of the martyrs!

Me

#61. Twice damned, in truth, and yet by quirk of timing and fate accepted into that society denied to so many others.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#62. At the top of the heap is poetry,at least as it used to be written.Nothing else goes far,nothing goes as deep n the blood and soul.Shakespeare surpasses Beethoven because he had sound and meaning.Always remember that as you get older.Poetry is in the emprean,TV is in the pit

Jeffrey Moore

#63. I'd never written a song before 'The Blood'; I didn't know it was going to be a song.

Andrae Crouch

#64. All words are written in the same ink,
'flower' and 'power,' say, are much the same,
and though I might write 'blood, blood, blood'
all over the page, the paper would not be stained
now would I bleed.

Philippe Jaccottet

#65. Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon

#66. When I think of the flag ... I see alternate strips of parchment upon which are written the rights of liberty and justice, and stripes of blood to vindicate those rights, and then, in the corner, a prediction of the blue serene into which every nation may swim which stands for these great things.

Woodrow Wilson

#67. Lies written in ink cannot disguise facts written in blood.

Lu Xun

#68. Perhaps it was a tacit acknowledgement of her tendency to find danger, to gravitate towards self-destruction, but she'd been terrified of heights all her life.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#69. even now, the building raised a conflicting set of emotions in her: memories of pain and loss, but also of healing and discovery.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#70. He couldn't even remember her name any more. when, he caught himself wondering, had he started to forget?

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#71. There isn't a story written that isn't about blood and money. People and their relationship to each other is the blood, the family. And how they live, the money of it.

Grace Paley

#72. The written word might as well have been my veins, and ink my blood.

Ronnell D. Porter

#73. We've been to secretive, perhaps. For long periods in our shared history, that was a necessity born from conflict. But it is not, I am prepared to accept, a style of living compatible with the modern age. It is difficult to maintain trust that way. Even among friends.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#74. A sign read "Free drinks for billiards competitors only." Hand-lettered below read "All others will pay." It was written in blood. I could tell because a red fairy with what looked like black insect wings was writing it at the time, with his own dismembered finger.

Red Tash

#75. As if this was normal.
As if nothing had happened during the night.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#76. Her beauty was matchless, face so elegantly crafted that she appeared ethereal; unreal. But while nature had clearly bestowed the gift of physical perfection, it had not breathed the warmth of humanity into its creation.

Stephen Lloyd Jones

#77. Written with grace and thoroughly researched, One People, One Blood is an ethnography with a lot of heart that also sheds new light on a fascinating and fraught chapter in recent Jewish history.

Ruth Behar

#78. The Epistle of our being is written with letters full of blood drained from the love of God's Word.

Sorin Cerin

#79. A Dick and Jane story written in blood and battered bone.

See Spot.

See Spot run.

See Spot run from a gaping chest wound.

Run Spot run.

See Detective smear Spot into a baggy for DNA testing.

J.E. Mac

#80. She preferred fear to misplaced confidence.

Stephen Lloyd Jones