“This is life...Not a peace treaty, not an idealistic dream, but a grim dance of death and survival. The strong live on while the weak--the ones too small or too foolish to fight back--die in agony and blood.” DreamDiesFightingStrongBloodSurvivalWeakFoolishAgonyTreatiesGrimIdealisticPeace Treaties Author:Dan Wells
“And therefore I am come amongst you at this time, not as for my recreation or sport, but being resolved, in the midst and heat of the battle, to live or die amongst you all; to lay down, for my God, and for my kingdom, and for my people, my honour and my blood, even the dust. I know I have but the body of a weak and feeble woman; but I have the heart of a king, and of a king of England, too.” PeopleKnowsHeartBodyDiesSportsLeadershipBloodKingsBattleWeakEnglandLaysKingdomsDustHeatMidstHonourRecreation Author:Elizabeth I
“So he was deserted. The whole world was clamouring: Kill yourself, kill yourself, for our sakes. But why should he kill himself for their sakes? Food was pleasant; the sun hot; and this killing oneself, how does one set about it, with a table knife, uglily, with floods of blood, - by sucking a gaspipe? He was too weak; he could scarcely raise his hand. Besides, now that he was quite alone, condemned, deserted, as those who are about to die are alone, there was a luxury in it, an isolation full of sublimity; a freedom which the attached can never know.” KnowsWorldShouldDoeWholeHandsDiesSunBloodWeakHotRaisesTablesKillingSakeOneselfWhole WorldLuxuryPleasantIsolationKnivesFloodDesertedKilling YourselfSublimity Book:Mrs. Dalloway - Broadview Edition Source: Mrs. Dalloway - Broadview Edition
“the psyche has been burned and left us senseless, the world has been darker than lights-out in a closet full of hungry bats, and the whiskey and wine entered our veins when blood was too weak to carry on” WorldHas BeensLightLeftBloodWeakWineHungryBurnedBatsClosetsVeinsWhiskey Book:The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993 Source: The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993
“Sharley felt his strength ebbing away, and his weak leg throbbed painfully, but then a tingling sensation thrilled through his frame and the fighting blood of the Lindenshield clan began to roar through his veins. He drew breath and out crashed the war cry of the icemark.” WarFightingFeltBloodCryWeakBreathsLegsSensationsVeinsClansWar Cry Author:Stuart Hill