“Well! I had the most fantastic dream! Trees crying blood. Horrible dead elves going around and killing people! Raistlin wearing black robes! It was the most incredible thing! And you were there, Sturm. Laurana and Flint. And everyone died! Well, almost everyone. Raistlin didn't. And there was a green dragon-' Tasslehoff stopped. What was wrong with his friends? Their faces were pale, their eyes wide.” PeopleWellsDreamEyeFacesBlackTreeBloodCryDiedGreenKillingIncrediblesWideHorribleFantasticDragonsPaleRobesWearing Black Book:Dragons of Winter Night Source: Dragons of Winter Night
“I remember hearing myself start to whimper, a five-year-old, crouched by the side of the road, staring into my father's eyes, whimpering because it was so dark and there was no one coming to help, whimpering because my mother was back in the crushed car, not moving, and my father was lying here in the dirt, not answering me, not holding me, not comforting me, not helping my mother get out of the car, and there was blood, so much blood, and broken glass everywhere, and it was so dark and so cold and no one was coming to help.” YearsHelpingEyeRememberMovingLyingMotherFatherSidesDarkFiveBloodCarBrokenColdGlassesHearingStaringFive YearsDirtComfortingCrushedFive Year OldsBroken GlassLying Here Book:Bitten Source: Bitten
“No, I can't admit it. Brother,' said Alyosha suddenly, with flashing eyes, 'you said just now, is there a being in the whole world who would have the right to forgive and could firgive? But there is a Being and He can forgive everything, all and for all, because He gave His innocent blood for all and everything. You have forgotten Him, and on Him is built the edifice, and it is to Him they cry aloud, "Thou art just, O Lord, for Thy ways are revealed!” WorldWayArtSaidI CanWholeEyeLordBloodCryBrotherBuiltForgivingForgottenWhole WorldInnocentEdifice Author:Fyodor Dostoevsky
“She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.” ThinkingKnowsMomentsSeemsEyePassionBloodTomorrowQuietFlowRiversMeetingsFocusedFixedMaskHorizonHer EyesYou Think You Know Author:Neil Gaiman
“You know what I am." The words breathed out in an auguished whisper. "I'm part demon, Clary. Part demon. You understood that much, didn't you?" His eyes bored into her like drills. "You saw what Valentine was trying to do. He used demon blood-used it on me before I was even born. I'm part monster. Part everthing I've tried so hard to burn out, to destroy.” KnowsTryingHardEyeUsedBornSawsBloodUnderstoodMonstersBoredHis EyesDemonValentineDrillsBurn Out Author:Cassandra Clare
“His brow is seamed with line and scar; His cheek is red and dark as wine; The fires as of a Northern star Beneath his cap of sable shine. His right hand, bared of leathern glove, Hangs open like an iron gin, You stoop to see his pulses move, To hear the blood sweep out and in. He looks some king, so solitary In earnest thought he seems to stand, As if across a lonely sea He gazed impatient of the land. Out of the noisy centuries The foolish and the fearful fade; Yet burn unquenched these warrior eyes, Time hath not dimmed, nor death dismayed.” IfsLooksHandsSeemsEyeMovingStarsLinesDarkFireBloodSeaLandCenturyKingsRedLonelyWineShiningFoolishWarriorIronScarFearfulFadesCheeksSolitaryEarnestPulseImpatientCapsGlovesBrowsNoisyGinStoopsDismayedNorthern Star Book:Collected Poems, 1901-1918 Source: Collected Poems, 1901-1918
“Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you. Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you. And without feet I can make my way to you, without a mouth I can swear your name. Break off my arms, I'll take hold of you with my heart as with a hand. Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat. And if you consume my brain with fire, I'll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.” IfsWayFeelsHeartI CanHandsEyeNamesBrainBreakFireSeeingBloodFeetArmsGoes OnMy HeartBeatsMouthsEarsHearingMy WaySwearSealsBreak Off Author:Rainer Maria Rilke
“With the passing of time, as well as the social evolution and genetic exchange, we ended up putting our conscience in the colour of blood and in the salt of tears, and, as if that were not enough, we made our eyes into a kind of mirror turned inwards, with the result that they often show without reserve what we are verbally trying to deny.” IfsTryingWellsKindMadeEnoughShowsEyeSocialResultsBloodTearsEvolutionConscienceMirrorsDenyPassingPassingsColourSaltReserves Author:Jose Saramago
“For these beings, fall is ever the normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. Such are the autumn people.” PeopleHumansDoeSoulReasonEyeNightChoicesFallSpeakStarsBloodWindNormalMouthsEarsSeasonsStormFleshGravesWeatherDustSinnerAutumnAbyssSnakesVeinsWormsTombsTickFrenzyToads Author:Ray Bradbury
“All Creatures know that some must die That all the rest may take and eat; Sooner or later, all transform Their blood to wine, their flesh to meat. But Man alone seeks Vengefulness, And writes his abstract Laws on stone; For this false Justice he has made, He tortures limb and crushes bone. Is this the image of a god? My tooth for yours, your eye for mine? Oh, if Revenge did move the stars Instead of Love, they would not shine.” IfsKnowsMenWritingMayMadeEyeMovingLawDiesStarsJusticeBloodMinesCreaturesStonesWineShiningBonesRevengeFleshTeethMeatTortureAbstractCrushSooner Or LaterLimbs Book:The Year Of The Flood Source: The Year Of The Flood
“He made a sound like a choked laughed before he reached out and pulled her into her arms. She was aware of Luke watching them from the window, but she shut her eyes resolutely and buried her face against Jace's shoulder. He smelled of salt and blood, and only when his mouth came close to her ear did she understand what he was saying, and it was the simplest litany of all: her name, just her name.” MadeEyeFacesNamesSoundBloodArmsMouthsWindowEarsBonesShouldersBuriedLaughedSaltHer EyesJaceSimplestLukeArdor Author:Cassandra Clare