“Everything that can weaken us as a race we have had for the last thousand years. It seems as if during that period the national life had this one end in view, viz how to make us weaker and weaker, till we have become real earthworms, crawling at the feet of every one who dares to put his foot on us. Therefore my friends, as one of your blood, as one that lives and dies with you, let me tell you that we want strength, strength, and every time strength.” IfsWantYearsRealEndsSeemsLastsDiesViewsRaceBloodFeetStrengthPeriodsThousandMy FriendsLet MeDareThousand YearsCrawling Book:Lectures from Colombo to Almora Source: Lectures from Colombo to Almora
“Communism, my friend, is more than Marxism, just as Catholicism is more than the Roman Curia. There is a mystique as well as a politick. Catholics and Communists have committed great crimes, but at least they have not stood aside, like an established society, and been indifferent. I would rather have blood on my hands than water like Pilate.” WellsHandsWaterBloodCrimeMy FriendsCatholicCommittedCommunismCatholicismCommunistIndifferentMarxismMystiqueCommunism And Socialism Author:Graham Greene
“To be able to have winning in your blood growing up, whether it was pounding my little brother or trying to beat my dad in something, or just competing on teams with my friends, it was nonstop.” TryingLittlesAbleWinningGrowing UpGrowingBloodTeamBrotherDadBeatsMy FriendsMy DadCompetingLittle BrotherMy Little Brother Author:Jordan Spieth
“When I was in sixth grade there was a talent show, and I wrote my first sketch, 'The Dentist.' I played the dentist, and I had my friend play a patient. It was sort of what can go wrong at the dentist, and I just remember I had lots of fake blood and everything.” FirstsPlayShowsRememberBloodTalentMy FriendsPatientFakeGradesDentistSixth GradeTalent Show Author:Trey Parker
“When my friend Melot set the trap, I think I knew it. I turned to death full face, as I had turned to love with my whole body. I would let death enter me as you had entered me. You had crept along my blood vessels through the wound, and the blood that circulates returns to the heart. You circulated me, you made me blush like a girl in the hoop of your hands. You were in my arteries and my lymph, you were the colour just under my skin, and if I cut myself, it was you I bled. Red Isolde, alive on my fingers, and always the force of blood pushing you back to my heart.” IfsThinkingHeartMadeWholeBodyHandsFacesGirlForceCuttingAliveBloodReturnMy HeartMy FriendsRedSkinsFingersWoundsColourPushingTrapsVesselArteriesBlood Vessels Author:Jeanette Winterson
“If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.” IfsChildrenDreamEyeFacesLyingSinWhiteBehindsWatchesBloodGloryDevilMy FriendsSickCancerTongueInnocentBitterDesperatePaceLungsArdentObsceneWagonsZestDecorum Author:Wilfred Owen
“I know what it’s like to be manipulated, Aya-la. And I know what it’s like to be in danger. While your city was building you mansions to live in, my friends and I have been protecting this planet. We’ve spilled more blood than you have flowing in your veins. So don’t try to make me feel guilty! -Tally Youngblood, Extras” KnowsFeelsTryingHas BeensCitiesBloodDangerBuildingPlanetsMy FriendsGuiltyExtrasVeinsMansionsTally Youngblood Book:Extras Source: Extras