“When I look at Jesus' warm and intimate friendships, my heart fills with praise that Jesus was. . . a man. A man of flesh-and-blood reality. His heart felt the sting of sympathy. His eyes glowed with tenderness. His arms embraced. His lips smiled. His hands touched. Jesus was male! Jesus invites us to relate to him as the Son of Man. And because he is fully man, we can relate to Jesus with affection and love.” MenLooksHeartHandsRealityEyeJesusFeltChristianityBloodSonArmsMy HeartAnd LovePraiseMalesLipsAffectionWarmFleshRelateIntimateHis EyesTouchedInvitesTendernessFlesh And BloodChristian LoveHeart Felt Author:Joni Eareckson Tada
“A Hebrew knelt in the dying light, His eye was dim and cold; The hairs on his brow were silver white, And his blood was thin and old.” LightEyeWhiteBloodDyingHairColdHis EyesSilverBrowsHebrew Book:The devil's progress: A poem Source: The devil's progress: A poem
“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.” BookEyeVoiceWrittenBloodReaderHis EyesLawsuitTravel Books Book:Elephants Arrive at Half-past Five Source: Elephants Arrive at Half-past Five
“And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking into these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him!” HeartDoeMadeDreamEyeCoursesBloodFansTearsDearWarmTinyVainFlamesHis EyesTouchedSparksDreamerVeinsDeceivedReviveChilled Author:Fyodor Dostoevsky
“There was something I needed to say. “Sorry. About before.” Fang shot a sideways glance at me, his eyes dark and inscrutable, as always. He looked back out at the water. I didn’t expect any more acknowledgment than that. Fang never- “You almost gave me a heart attack,” he said quietly. “When I saw you, and all that blood . . .” He threw a small rock as hard as he could down the beach. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t do it again,” he said. I swallowed hard. “I won’t.” Something changed right then, but I didn’t know what.” KnowsHeartSaidHardEyeWaterDarkSawsBloodRocksChangedNeededShotsSorryBeachHis EyesI'm SorryGlancesFangsHeart AttackSidewaysAcknowledgmentInscrutableSaying Sorry Author:James Patterson
“Catching sight of himself in the long mirrors that ran along the walls, he stiffened in shock...His eyes were surrounded by black shadows, his shirt smeared with dried blood and filthy mud... "Admiring yourself?" The Inquisitor's voice cut through his reverie. "You won't look so pretty when the Clave gets through with you." "You do seem obsessed with my look...Could it be that you're attracted to me?" "Don't be revolting...You could be my son.” LooksLongSeemsEyeBlackVoiceCuttingBloodSonWallShadowSightMirrorsRanObsessedShirtsHis EyesShockMy SonMudCatchingFilthyAdmiringReverie Author:Cassandra Clare
“Ever see a hot shot hit, kid? I saw the Gimp catch one in Philly. We rigged his room with a one-way whorehouse mirror and charged a sawski to watch it. He never got the needle out of his arm. They don't if the shot is right. That's the way they find them, dropper full of clotted blood hanging out of a blue arm. The look in his eyes when it hit --- Kid, it was tasty.” IfsWayLooksEyeKidsRoomsWatchesSawsBloodArmsShotsHotMirrorsBlueOne WayHis EyesHanging OutNeedlesRiggedTastyHot Shots Book:Naked lunch Source: Naked lunch
“He does not always remain bent over the pages; he often leans back and closes his eyes over a line he has been reading again, and its meaning spreads through his blood.” DoeHas BeensEyeReadingLinesBloodPagesSpreadHis EyesBent Author:Rainer Maria Rilke
“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