“How can we speak of right and justice if we take an innocent creature and shed its blood? How can we pray to God for mercy if we ourselves have no mercy? Nobel laureate in literature.” IfsLiteratureSpeakJusticeBloodPrayingCreaturesMercyInnocentShedNobelPraying To God Author:Isaac Bashevis Singer
“The 'pure' red of which certain abstractionists speak does not exist. Any red is rooted in blood, glass, wine, hunters' caps and a thousand other concrete phenomena. Otherwise we would have no feeling toward red and its relations.” DoeFeelingsCertainSpeakBloodThousandPureRedRelationWineGlassesConcreteRootedHuntersCaps Author:Robert Motherwell
“I have never been able to carry out any work coolly. On the contrary it is done, so to speak, with my own blood.” DoneAbleSufferingSpeakMy OwnBloodContrary Author:Jim Dine
“Once in a very long time you come across a book that is far, far more than the ink, the glue and the paper, a book that seeps into your blood. With such a book the impact isn't necessarily obvious at first...but the more you read it and re-read it, and live with it, and travel with it, the more it speaks to you, and the more you realize that you cannot live without that book. It's then that the wisdom hidden inside, the seed, is passed on.” FirstsLongBookSpeakRealizingBloodPaperLong TimeImpactObviousSeedsInkGlue Author:Tahir Shah
“There are two kinds of music. One comes from the strings of a guitar, the other from the strings of the heart. One sound comes from a chamber orchestra, the other from the beating of the heart's chamber. One comes from an instrument of graphite and wood, the other from an organ of flesh and blood. This loftier music I speak of tonight is more pleasing than the notes of the most gifted composers, more moving than a marching band, more harmonious than a thousand voices joined in hymn and more powerful than all the world's percussion instruments combined. That sweet sound of love.” WorldHeartKindTwoMovingSpeakSoundVoicePowerfulBloodSweetThousandBandInstrumentsNotesGuitarWoodsFleshTonightStringsComposerOrgansGiftedOrchestraChamberHarmoniousHymnsFlesh And BloodPercussionMarching Band Author:Michael Jackson
“I have declared again and again that if I say Aryans, I mean neither blood nor bones, nor hair nor skull; I mean simply those who speak an Aryan language. In that sense, and in that sense only, do I say that even the blackest Hindus represent an earlier stage of Aryan speech and thought than the fairest Scandinavians. To me an ethnologist who speaks of Aryan race, Aryan blood, Aryan eyes and hair, is as great a sinner as a linguist who speaks of a dolichocephalic dictionary or a brachycephalic grammar.” IfsMeanEyeSpeakLanguageRaceBloodStageHairSpeechBonesSinnerAgain And AgainGrammarDictionarySkullsLinguistsScandinavians Author:Max Muller
“I speak of the war as fruitless; for it is clear that, prosecuted upon the basis of the proclamations of September 22d and September 24th, 1862, prosecuted, as I must understand these proclamations, to say nothing of the kindred blood which has followed, upon the theory of emancipation, devastation, subjugation, it cannot fail to be fruitless in every thing except the harvest of woe which it is ripening for what was once the peerless republic.” WarSpeakClearFailingBloodTheoryBasesRepublicSeptemberHarvestWoeEmancipationKindredDevastationProclamationSubjugationRipening Author:Franklin Pierce
“Real destiny takes everything-the last drop of blood, and strip out your veins to be sure-and gives it back doubled. Quadrupled. A thousand-fold! But you can't give halves. You have to give it all. I know. I swear. I've come back from the dead to speak the truth to you. Real destiny gives you a mountain of life, and puts you on top of it.” KnowsGivingRealLastsSpeakHalfDestinyBloodThousandMountainSwearVeinsFoldsSpeak The Truth Author:Lois McMaster Bujold
“It may be safely affirmed that there neither is, nor can be, any essential difference between the language of prose and metrical composition.... They both speak by and to the same organs; the bodies in which both of them are clothed may be said to be of the same substance, their affections are kindred, and almost identical, not necessarily differing even in degree; Poetry sheds no tears "such as Angels weep," but natural and human tears; she can boast of no celestial ichor that distinguishes her vital juices from those of prose; the same human blood circulates through the veins of them both.” HumansMaySaidBodyPoetrySpeakLanguageNaturalDifferencesBloodTearsPoetEssentialsDegreesAngelAffectionSubstanceProseOrgansShedCompositionVeinsBoastJuiceIdenticalCelestialKindred Author:William Wordsworth
“I too have been in the underworld, as was Odysseus, and I will often be there again; not only sheep have I sacrificed so as to beable to speak with a few dead souls, but neither have I spared my own blood as well.” WellsHas BeensSoulSpeakMy OwnBloodSheepOften IsUnderworldOdysseus Author:Friedrich Nietzsche
“Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.” EarthSpeakHeavenWaterSinBloodElementsMurder Book:The Duchess of Malfi: John Webster Source: The Duchess of Malfi: John Webster
“In Shakespeare the birds sing, the bushes are clothed with green, hearts love, souls suffer, the cloud wanders, it is hot, it is cold, night falls, time passes, forests and multitudes speak, the vast eternal dream hovers over all. Sap and blood, all forms of the multiple reality, actions and ideas, man and humanity, the living and the life, solitudes, cities, religions, diamonds and pearls, dung-hills and charnelhouses, the ebb and flow of beings, the steps of comers and goers, all, all are on Shakespeare and in Shakespeare.” MenHeartIdeasSoulDreamRealityActionFormNightSufferingHumanityFallSpeakCitiesStepsBloodColdSolitudeEternalBirdFlowHotGreenCloudsForestsWanderHillsDiamondMultipleMultitudesPearlsHeart LoveTime PassesSapEbb And FlowCold NightDiamonds And Pearls Book:William Shakespeare Source: William Shakespeare
“I think what speaks loudest and what speaks to your point is the blood that's spilling from Australia, to now California. I mean, how much blood has to be spilled until we recognize inside of a Muslim community that with do have an ideological problem?” ThinkingMeanProblemSpeakCommunityBloodCaliforniaAustraliaIdeologicalSpillingMuslim Community Author:Dalia Mogahed
“It is definitely a hard show [True Blood] to jump into the middle of, but luckily we have things like HBO Go now. It's not like you've missed it and now you're stuck. And I think once guys give it a shot - and you'll be able to speak to this better than I will - there's a lot of stuff that can be interesting to guys. There's a lot of action. Plenty of people are getting their heads chopped off.” PeopleThinkingGivingHardShowsAbleActionGuySpeakStuffInterestingBloodMiddleLike YouShotsStuckPlentyHbo Author:Deborah Ann Woll
“I want to go to college to study journalism. I want to speak French fluently, to travel. My mom was a journalist and it's in my blood.” WantSpeakStudyBloodCollegeMomMy MomJournalismJournalistSpeaks French Author:Mandy Moore
“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
“Only that man who has offered up himself entire to the blood of war, who has been to the floor of the pit and seen the horror in the round and learned at last that it speaks to his inmost heart, only that man can dance. - The judge” MenHeartHas BeensWarLastsSpeakBloodJudgingHorrorRoundsPits Book:Blood Meridian: Picador Classic Source: Blood Meridian: Picador Classic
“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