“Suppose you found your brother in bed with your wife, and put a javelin through both of them. You would be justified, and they would atone for their sins, and be received into the Kingdom of God. I would at once do so, in such a case; and under the circumstances, I have no wife whom I love so well that I would not put a javelin through her heart, and I would do it with clean hands.... There is not a man or woman, who violates the covenants made with their God, that will not be required to pay the debt. The blood of Christ will never wipe that out, your own blood must atone for it.” MenWellsHeartMadeHandsWould BeFoundChristSinPayCasesWifeBloodBrotherCircumstancesBedCleanDebtKingdomsJustifiedKingdom Of GodWipeCovenantYour BrotherClean HandsJavelin Book:Journal of Discourses Source: Journal of Discourses
“The world is rather shot to pieces [end of World War II - 1945], but the spectators climb out of their caves and pretend to have again become normal and customary humans who ask each other's pardon instead of eating one another or sucking each other's blood. The entertaining folly of war evaporates, distinguished boredom sits down again on the dignified old overstuffed chairs.. .May I report about myself that I have had a truly grotesque time, brim-full with work, Nazi persecutions, bombs, hunger, and again and again work - in spite of everything [a. o. using his bed sheets as canvas for the new paintings].” WorldHumansMayWarEndsAsksPiecesBloodBedNormalEatingShotsHungerWar Of The WorldsBoredomFollyBombsReportsSpiteClimbsChairsWorld War IiEntertainingWorld War IAgain And AgainCanvasNaziSheetsPersecutionCavesSpectatorsDistinguishedPardonGrotesqueBed Sheets Author:Max Beckmann
“The Devil can so completely assume the human form, when he wants to deceive us, that we may well lie with what seems to be a woman, of real flesh and blood, and yet all the while 'tis only the Devil in the shape of a woman. 'Tis the same with women, who may think that a man is in bed with them, yet 'tis only the Devil; and...the result of this connection is oftentimes an imp of darkness, half mortal, half devil.” ThinkingMenWantHumansWellsMayRealHumorSeemsFormLyingReligiousResultsHalfDarknessBloodShapesBedDevilConnectionsAssumingFleshMortalsDeceivingFlesh And BloodHuman Form Author:Martin Luther
“What are we going to do about the injuries to our country still going on right in front of our eyes? It gets me out of bed in the morning. It makes me mad enough to get my blood up and want to get out there with [Mark] Twain and get it said and that is why I still hit the road and go out on the stage and keep working at staying alive.” WantSaidStillsCountryEnoughEyeMorningAliveBloodStageFrontsBedMarkMadOur CountryInjuryStayingStaying Alive Author:Hal Holbrook
“Passion such as hers is all consent, asking little in return. I had merely to enter a room where she was to see her face take on that peaceful expression of one who is resting in bed. If I touched her, I had the impression that all the blood in her veins was turning to honey.” IfsLittlesFacesPassionRoomsBloodExpressionReturnBedAskingImpressionPeacefulTouchedHoneyConsentVeins Author:Marguerite Yourcenar
“He carried Paul inside and up the stairs. He gave him a drink of water and the orange chewable aspirin he like and sat with him on the bed, holding his hand...This was what he yearned to capture on film: these rare moments where the world seemed unified, coherent, everything contained in a single fleeting image. A spareness that held beauty and hope and motion - a kind of silvery poetry, just as the body was poetry in blood and flesh and bone.” WorldKindMomentsBodyHandsFilmFatherWaterBloodDrinkBedBonesFleshSatCaptureOrangeFleetingStairsUnifiedAspirinRare Moments Author:Kim Edwards
“From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.” ThinkingWorldSpeakBloodConditionsBrotherBedBandEnglandSaintGentleRememberedGentlemanMy BrotherThis DayShedManhoodRenaissance Man Author:William Shakespeare
“For they imagined as they wished--that it was a wild shot,/ an unintended killing--fools, not to comprehend/ they were already in the grip of death./ But glaring under his brows Odysseus answered: 'You yellow dogs, you thought I'd never make it/ home from the land of Troy. You took my house to plunder,/ twisted my maids to serve your beds. You dared/ bid for my wife while I was still alive./ Contempt was all you had for the gods who rule wide heaven,/ contempt for what men say of you hereafter./ Your last hour has come. You die in blood.” MenStillsHomeLastsDiesHouseHeavenHoursAliveWifeBloodLandDogFoolBedShotsKillingWideMy WifeContemptYellowTwistedHereafterBrowsMaidsPlunderOdysseus Book:The odyssey Source: The odyssey
“People always say it's harder to heal a wounded heart than a wounded body. Bullshit. It's exactly the opposite—a wounded body takes much longer to heal. A wounded heart is nothing but ashes of memories. But the body is everything. The body is blood and veins and cells and nerves. A wounded body is when, after leaving a man you’ve lived with for three years, you curl up on your side of the bed as if there’s still somebody beside you. That is a wounded body: a body that feels connected to someone who is no longer there.” PeopleIfsMenFeelsYearsHeartStillsBodyThreeSidesMemoriesBloodBedOppositesHarderLeavingConnectedHealCellsNervesThree YearsAshesBullshitWoundedVeinsYour SideCurlsBeside YouWounded Heart Author:Xiaolu Guo
“Night of Sleepless Love The night above. We two. Full moon. I started to weep, you laughed. Your scorn was a god, my laments moments and doves in a chain. The night below. We two. Crystal of pain. You wept over great distances. My ache was a clutch of agonies over your sickly heart of sand. Dawn married us on the bed, our mouths to the frozen spout of unstaunched blood. The sun came through the shuttered balcony and the coral of life opened its branches over my shrouded heart.” HeartTwoMomentsPainNightSunBloodBedMoonMarriedMouthsDistanceChainsDawnBranchesSandLaughedAgonyFrozenAcheScornCrystalsDoveLamentClutchFull MoonBalconies Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“I used to have a cat, an old fighting tom, who would jump through the open window by my bed in the middle of the night and land on my chest. I'd half-awaken. He'd stick his skull under my nose and purr, stinking of urine and blood. Some nights he kneaded my bare chest with his front paws, powerfully, arching his back, as if sharpening his claws, or pummeling a mother for milk. And some mornings I'd wake in daylight to find my body covered with paw prints in blood; I looked as though I'd been painted with roses.” IfsBodyUsedMotherNightFightingHalfMorningBloodLandMiddleFrontsBedCatWindowRoseSticksNosesPrintCoveredChestsMilkTomsSkullsDaylightClawsMiddle Of The NightPawsSharpeningPaw Prints Book:PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK Source: PILGRIM AT TINKER CREEK
“In fact her maturity and blood kinship converted her passion to fever, so it was more affliction than affection. It literally knocked her down at night, and raised her up in the morning, for when she dragged herself off to bed, having spent another day without his presence, her heart beat like a gloved fist against her ribs. And in the morning, long before she was fully awake, she felt a longing so bitter and tight it yanked her out of a sleep swept clean of dreams.” HeartLongFactsDreamNightPassionFeltSleepMorningBloodBedBeatsLongingCleanRaisedAffectionBitterMaturityAwakeAfflictionFistsFeverAnother DayRibsKinshipHeart Beat Book:Sula Source: Sula