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Any time you can gain clarity and higher meaning, you allow more inner peace and more prosperity.
— Deborah "Atianne" Wilson
Who killed Christianity in Europe? Was it, as (Max) Weber himself predicted, that the spirit of capitalism was bound to destroy the Protestant ethic parents, as materialism corrupted the original aestheticism of the godly?
— Niall Ferguson, Civilization: The West and the Rest
Not every man can carry a full cup. Sudden elevation frequently leads to pride and a fall. The most exacting test of all to survive is prosperity.
— J. Oswald Sanders
No greater place to be than in a leadership position to lead young minds to prosperity
— Darrius Garrett
Everyone has a head but not everyone get ahead
— Saji Ijiyemi, Don't Die Sitting
Without labor nothing prospers.
— Sophocles
Your mentality sets the stage for your prosperity.
— Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha
Your heart determines if you are rich or poor
— Sonya Withrow
The pursuit of prosperity shouldn't stop you from the pursuit of happiness.
— Richie Norton, The Power of Starting Something Stupid: How to Crush Fear, Make Dreams Happen, and Live without Regret
Many retirees—and those on the cusp of retirement—learneda harsh lesson in 2008. They need not have suffered that wayif only the proper advice had reached their ears. I want to domy part to remedy that situation so that millions of retirees canremain securely on the path to prosperity.
— Christopher K. Abts
Remember, buying something is not the problem. The problem comes when we believe, for that moment, that the object we’re buying is going to make us happy.
— Celso Cukierkorn, Secrets of Jewish Wealth Revealed!
In the end of the day it matters much more how wise you spent your money than how much of it you have gathered.Because the most important tool to measure your financial maturity is based uniquely on the first part of the question and the ability to keep money is more important than the ability to make money.Rabbi Celso Cukierkorn
— Celso Cukierkorn, Secrets of Jewish Wealth Revealed!
The Jews understand that the blessing of wealth was dependant upon obedience to the law and covenant. The laws in the Torah, if followed, would bring blessings.5 The Tanakh says, “How joyful are those who fear the Lord and delight in obeying his commands…they themselves will be wealthy.” (NLT, Psalm 112:1, 3) "If they listen and obey God, they will be blessed with prosperity throughout their lives.” (NLT, Job 36:11)
— H.W. Charles, The Money Code: Become a Millionaire With the Ancient Jewish Code
As we understand it, everything is in the Bible for one reason – to teach us a lesson. Thus, in the beginning of the Bible, we see how God budgets His time for labor, and He saves the seventh day for rest, or retirement. The concept of budgeting was created by God to give us a life of prosperity in the world He created for us, so we should learn to budget as a way to emulate God in our financial life.
— Celso Cukierkorn, Secrets of Jewish Wealth Revealed!
Right now, you understand that you are going to have to leave your Egypt of financial debt. I pray that you enjoy your ride through the desert to the Promised Land of prosperity.
— Celso Cukierkorn, Secrets of Jewish Wealth Revealed!
There will always be businesses and companies, trying to make money from you, but that’s not the problem. The real problem is that you’re feeding the Beast. You’re allowing him to run free and overpower your Angel, and that is reflected in your financial life. It’s the reason your paycheck comes and goes, and it makes prosperity impossible.
— Celso Cukierkorn, Secrets of Jewish Wealth Revealed!
When my income exceeds my outgo, my upkeep will be downright easy.
— Cynthia Sue Larson, RealityShifters Guide to High Energy Money
The financial game is a team sport. God established a covenant with Noah after the flood, and later he established a covenant with Abraham. A covenant is an agreement between two parties. In order to prosper, you must establish what I call a “carevenant” with your family
— Celso Cukierkorn
It wasn’t easy looking dignified wearing a bed sheet and a purple cape.
— Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune
I am not shy about admitting my modest talents. For example, I am happy to admit that I am better than average at clever remarks, and I also have a flair for getting people to like me. But to be perfectly fair to myself, I am ever-ready to confess my shortcomings, too, and a quick round of soul-searching forced me to admit that I had never been any good at all at breathing water. As I hung there from the seat belt, dazed and watching the water pour in and swirl around my head, this began to seem like a very large character flaw.
— Jeff Lindsay, Dearly Devoted Dexter
she glanced down and saw that a glove of blood covered her lower arm from the elbow to the wrist. The arm was throbbing, stiff, and painful. "Is this when you start tearing strips off your T-shirt to bind up my wound?" she joked. She hated the sight of blood, especially her own. "If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked." He dug into his pocket and brought out his stele. "It would have been a lot less painful.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
Keith was just bringing the glass to his lips when Adrian said, "Mmm. O positive, my favorite."Keith sprayed out the wine he'd just drunk and promptly started coughing. I was relieved that none got on me. jill burst into giggles, and Clarence stared at his glass wonderingly."Is it? I thought it was a cabernet sauvignon.""So it is," said Adrian, straight-faced. "My mistake.
— Richelle Mead
Even a foolish old woman like me knows that lazy people don't think for themselves
—  they only think about themselves.
Alright! You sir, you sir, how about a shave?Come and visit your good friend Sweeney.You sir, too sir? Welcome to the grave.I will have vengenance.I will have salvation.Who sir, you sir?No ones in the chair, Come on! Come on!Sweeney's. waiting. I want you bleeders.You sir! Anybody!Gentlemen now don't be shy!Not one man, no, nor ten men.Nor a hundred can assuage me.I will have you!And I will get him back even as he gloatsIn the meantime I'll practice on less honorable throats.And my Lucy lies in ashesAnd I'll never see my girl again.But the work waits!I'm alive at last!And I'm full of joy!
— Stephen Sondheim, Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
It was the damnedest thing, life. Once you decide exactly how things are going to go, something or someone comes along and messes it all up.
— Jenny Trout, Ashes to Ashes
I slowly climbed back to my feet, walked back into the emergency department through the silently swishing glass doors, and, covered in my girlfriend's blood, lied perfectly for the first time in my life. "I tried to stop her.
— Maggie Stiefvater, Linger
I want no blood from you--not until we're both sweaty and naked and you're screaming my name.
— Nalini Singh, Angels' Pawn
I'm on the edge, Neblin, I'm off the edge - I'm over the edge and falling into hell on the other side.''Calm down, John,' he said. 'We can work through this. Just tell me where you are.''I'm down in the cracks of the sidewalks,' I said, 'in the dirt and in the blood, and the ants are looking up and we're damning you all, Neblin. I'm down in the cracks and I can't get out.
— Dan Wells, I Am Not A Serial Killer
Everything she wanted to tell her, was unable to tell her, because she was afraid of hearing her own voice come out of her heart and be covered with blood, and then she poured all the blood into these syllables, and she offered it to her to drink like this : “You have it.
— Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea
He was dead again when I got home that day. His corpse was in the kitchen, near the counter, where it appeared he'd been chopping vegetables when the urge to stab himself through the wrist had struck. I slipped on the blood coming in, which annoyed me because that meant it was all over the kitchen floor.
— N.K. Jemisin, The Broken Kingdoms
No blood at all. I could hear that phrase repeat itself in my head, louder each time. No sticky, hot, messy, awful blood. No splatter. NO BLOOD AT ALL. Why hadn't I thought of that?
— Jeff Lindsay, Darkly Dreaming Dexter
Fresh blood at midnight isn't red. It's a purplish black that easily blends into the shadows.
— Karen Chance, Midnight's Daughter
…he was doing a breath hydrogen test. If you know the amount of hydrogen someone is exhaling orally, it's a simple matter to extrapolate the amount they're exhaling rectally. This is because a fixed percentage of hydrogen produced in the colon is absorbed into the blood and, and when it reaches the lungs, exhaled. The breath hydrogen test has given flatus researchers a simple, consistent measure of gas production that does not require the subject to fart into a balloon.
— Mary Roach, Gulp: Adventures on the Alimentary Canal
There were crimson roses on the bench
—  they looked like splashes of blood.
I should probably start with the blood.
— Robin Wasserman, The Book of Blood and Shadow
With the blood dripping from her lips, with her blood spattered white dress, and with her pale skin, she is just a horrifyingly lovely and a breathtakingly attractive sixteen-year-old girl living in Hell. Nothing wrong with that, right?
— Cameron Jace, Snow White Sorrow
Here, are the stiffening hills, here, the rich cargoCongealed in the dark arteries,Old veinsThat hold Glamorgan's blood.The midnight miner in the secret seams,Limb, life, and 
— Mervyn Peake, Collected Poems
Blood was flowing – in Bluebeard’s house, in the abattoirs, in the circuses where God had set his seal to whiten the windows. Blood and Milk flowed together.
— Arthur Rimbaud
The feel of the sticky wetness down there when she moved made her grimace. God, she wanted to get cleaned up. In a hurry.
— Stephen King, The Tommyknockers
I would spar with the boys at school. This guy I had a crush on, we called him Spitfire -- I gave him a bloody nose and lip, so needless to say the romance did not work out!
— Ashley Greene
Firstly, though we have to clean this blood up off the tiles before it dries. It is far easier to clean the blood up while it's still wet.""How do you know this stuff?" Grace said completely baffled."Dexter," Angela said shrugging and thinking that was as good an explanation as any.
— Patti Roberts, Progeny of Innocence
The pig was soon dissected and its blood filled the bucket in the bottom of which a patch of sky was reflected darkly. It had surrendered to the vortex of life and his breathing.
— Michel Fardoulis-Lagrange
And maybe you can’t know me now.    Maybe I’m just blood. Whatever that’s for.
— Alice Notley, In the Pines
There's only so much evidence a small Jack Russell can dispose of.
— Peter Coomber, It Never Happened
Death was here. The showdown wouldn't occur with the darkness of Halloween. It had come at dawn, and it bathed them in blood.
— Cynthia Eden, A Bit of Bite
There was no arguing with blood.
— Jonathan Franzen, Purity
I'm the old type setter who gets his blood poisoned from the ink.
— Walt Holcombe, Things Just Get Away from You
N O T H I N GI would like to write one of those sophisticated stories in which even though nothing much happens there’s lots to write about. That can’t be done in Kashmir. It’s not sophisticated, what happens here. There’s too much blood for good literature.Q 1: Why is it not sophisticated?Q 2: What is the acceptable amount of blood for good literature?y
— Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
In the last photograph of her, the bullet wound looked like a cheerful summer rose arranged just above her left ear. A few petals had fallen on her kaffan, the white shroud she was wrapped in before she was laid to rest.
— Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
Blood, sweat, and tea, sister! That's what it takes to achieve all great and terrible things.
— Emory R. Frie, Wonderland
Each October I walk into the woodslooking for bones: rabbit skulls,a grackle spine, the pelvis of a deerwith the blood bleached out. What diedin the lush of roses and mintshines out from the tangle of twigsthat bind it to the placeof its last leaping. The living lackthat kind of clarity. In late April,when the water spreads out and outtill everything is lilies and seepage,there is only the mystery of tracks,a rustle receding in the many reeds.And so the bones accumulateacross my windowsill: the flightlesswings and exaggerated grins,the silent unmoving remindersof where the glories of April lead.
— Charles Rafferty, Where the Glories of April Lead
Is that true?” The Boss asked Mace. Without even batting an eye, Mace said, “Yes.”“And you agreed?” The Boss questioned. “Of course. Anything for my queen,” he said, holding his glass up to me in a mock toast.
— H.D.  Smith, Dark Forsaken
He couldn't imagine, couldn't imagine the horror of scrubbing your own father's blood out of the floor. Better to set the whole house on fire, better to leave and never come back."pg 338
— Veronics Roth
Cody probably wasn’t in danger either, but he wasn’t willing to risk it when these might also be good guys that he might need later to help him sneak into some forgotten city win himself an empire at the price of gallons of blood...
— Jim Dyar, The Zeus Gambit
Don't be superior. Everyone drinks blood. Blood is a word that means alive. You can do without almost anything: arms, legs, teeth, hope. But you can't do without blood. Lose even a little and you grow slow and stupid and not yourself at all. We are all of us beautiful and complicated vessels for carrying blood the way a bottle carries wine. I suppose you think there's no blood in your roast beef? Life eats life. Blood makes you move, makes you blush, makes the pulse pound in your brow when you see your love walking across a street toward you, makes your very thoughts fly through your brain. Blood is everything and everything is blood.
— Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two
Love isn't a stock option, it's a donation. Like blood, you don't ask for it back. Just love. That is the return, knowing that you loved.
— Jimvirle
An English man-at-arms had his helmet split open and his skull with it, so that he rode wavering from the fight, blood pouring down his mail coat. His horse stopped a few paces from the turmoil and the man-at-arms slowly, so slowly, bent forward and then slumped down from his saddle. One foot was trapped in a stirrup as he died but his horse did not seem to notice. It just went on cropping the grass.
— Bernard Cornwell, The Archer's Tale
O, you the goldfish ofthe swamp of my blood.Let your drunkenness be pretty.You are drinking me.
— Forough Farrokhzad
I barged through the palace, dripping a trail of blood behind me as I held the dead bird by the neck.
— Alwyn Hamilton, Traitor to the Throne
He, being hacked and cut for three solid quarters of an hour by the vigorous hands that had taken charge of his education, was soon nothing but a single wound, from which blood spurted out on all sides.
— Marquis de Sade, Betrayal
You’d probably rather have a milk shake than a quart of blood, too, so we’ll have to agree to disagree.
— Christopher Buehlman, The Lesser Dead
I catch sight of Luis with one of my bandannas on his head and my gut tightens. I yank it off him. "Don't ever touch this, Luis.""Why not?" he asks, his deep brown eyes all innocent.To Luis, it's a bandanna. To me, it's a symbol of what is and will never be. How the hell am I supposed to explain it to an eleven-year-old kid? He knows what I am. It's no secret the bandanna has the Latino Blood colors on it. Payback and revenge got me in and now there's no way out. But I'll die before I let one of my brothers get sucked in.I ball the bandanna in my fist. "Luis, don't touch my shit. Especially my Blood stuff.""I like red and black."That's the last thing I need to hear. "If I ever catch you wearin' it again, you'll be sportin' black and blue," I tell him. "Got it, little brother?"He shrugs. "Yeah. I got it.
— Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry
The blades touched my abdomen. A cold shock ran through me, and my head began to spin. If he had pressed just a bit harder, the scissors might have pierced my soft belly. The skin would have peeled back, the fat beneath laid bare. Blood would have dripped on the bedspread.
— Yōko Ogawa, Hotel Iris
Blood always excites me.
— Jonathan Latimer, Solomon's Vineyard
Her smile increased. She had perfect white regular teeth; Irish, Juliana decided. Only Irish blood could give that jawline such femininity.
— Philip K. Dick, The Man in the High Castle
Lips, red, ruby, like the blood, like the words.
— Gwen Calvo
She raised a brow as she inspected the blood bag. "I wouldn't exactly call it my favorite. Somewhere along the lines of a V8 is more toward my favorite." Chloë grunted in protest. "So my file didn't mention my fondness for cheeseburgers? Because that's a big miss from The Bureau. Makes me kinda question the accuracy of my dossier." - From Tall, Dark & Deadly
— Kharma Kelley, Tall, Dark & Deadly
Widening blood puddles spilled from suffocating death wounds.
— Jazz Feylynn
Still, for what Androma did to him, he should hate her, should want her dead.But seeing her before him, melting into rage and riot, her glowing grey eyes reflecting the electricity that swam around her swords...Godstars, she was magnificent, a creature that deserved to release her wrath on the world. It would be worth every drop of blood about to be shed to bring her to Cyprian's feet.
— Sasha Alsberg
The letting of blood, for him, like the letting of semen.
— Benjamin Percy, Red Moon
Good God! how should the mitral valves prevent the regurgitation of air and not of blood?
— William Harvey, On the Motion of the Heart and Blood in Animals
If you find yourself in an interrogation room, you will probably do better if you have not spent a bit of time kneeling on a blood-soaked carpet. And it would be especially good if you didn't have any of that blood smeared on your clothing and your hands. I'm just saying. A word to the wise.
— Victoria Abbott, The Christie Curse
The 19th century had chosen only to remember the happy warrior. The 20th century only the blood come gargling. Both are essential to any understanding of Trafalgar.
— Adam Nicolson, Seize the Fire: Heroism, Duty, and Nelson's Battle of Trafalgar
All Knights must bleed. Blood is the seal of our devotion.
— George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows
Blood calls to blood.
— George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows
Take your hands off my sentences, asshole. I sweat blood for that shit.
— Scott Adlerberg, Graveyard Love
Whether this blood was daemon, human, or something else, it was still only blood, and blood was only the ink of life.
— Gabrielle Harbowy, Hellmaw: Of the Essence
Our people... blood is the only language we speak. I'm all out of words.
— Kurtis J. Wiebe, Rat Queens Special: Braga #1
Brick and blood built Astapor, and brick and blood her people.
— George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
I was tainted. With her blood. Their blood. And the disease of my despair. There was no cleansing something so tainted. This was who I was now.This was War.
— K.  Webster, This is War, Baby
...certain people have good, ordinary blood and others have an animated, lively sort of blood that comes to the face quickly.
— Seneca
My healthy blood was powerless to cure the sick blood of my beloved. That was beyond understanding. And so is death.
— Erich Maria Remarque
We are inheritors of progress, of a technological rebirth that had only ever been imagined before now. We don’t talk about it, but at some point, it became clear to me: I am the child of a bookless age.
— Ashley Mansour
She could see now that some of the grime that covered him was blood. He looked to be six or seven years old. His ribs were showing and his belly sunk in towards his spine, leaving a hollow above his hips.
— Shirley A. Martin, Bengalo Moon: Jook and Gypsies Vol. 2
It is an interesting truth that the human body, liberated from its head, is in essence a bag of blood with a built-in straw.
— Justin Cronin, The City of Mirrors
What are you?' She asked. He shot her a brief glance and looked away. He stared at the scenery of the pastures and distant rows of trees. She knew he was not going to answer the question. In the brightening daylight, she could see that most of the blood on him was restricted to his mouth and hands. It dawned on her that it wasn't his blood, but the blood of something he had caught and eaten.
— Shirley A. Martin, Bengalo Moon: Jook and Gypsies Vol. 2
Cecilia had unleashed her blood in the bath, Amy Schraff said, because the ancient Romans had done that when life became unbearable.
— Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides
When I worked on the 13,796 feet very high altitude summit of Mauna Kea we were advised to only use the medical oxygen after the daily headaches appeared and that just 15 minutes use was all that was needed to clear up the headaches for a while before we would need it again. We were not advised to use medical oxygen continuously as the Federal Aviation Regulations advises pilots to do. We were not advised to use pulse oximeters to monitor our blood oxygen levels or that the company medical oxygen should have been routinely administered only with our doctors prescription.
— Steven Magee, Health Forensics
Intellectually he knows that the blood is being pressed to the back of his body, pooling in the back part of his cerebellum and flooding his kidneys. He hasn’t done enough medical work to know what that means, but it can’t be good.
— James S.A. Corey, Drive
He almost blacks out again, but he’s not sure if it’s the stroke or the thrust gravity. He’s pretty sure driving blood pressure higher while having a stroke is considered poor form.
— James S.A. Corey, Drive
I can’t seem to wipe away the blood. I rub my hands against my nightgown, but traces of the red remain, staining the lines of my palms and the crescents beneath my fingernails. I wipe harder, gathering and bunching the soft cotton inside my fists. The fabric has been slit up the center and for a moment I worry that I’ve been cut, that maybe the blood is my own. I try to ask what’s happening, but there’s a mask over my mouth and nose. Suddenly it hits me—I’m in an ambulance.I don’t remember how I got here.
— Paula Stokes, Vicarious
She would roll up her sleeves and dispense with sentimentality, and do whatever blood-soaked, bad-smelling thing had to be done. She would become adept with axes.
— Margaret Atwood, Moral Disorder and Other Stories
It was Brian's blood, and for some reason I knew it was pure. No other man I'd held in my arms -and now, not even I- had blood this pure.
— Scott Heim, Mysterious Skin
The boy looks into Mugwump eyes blank as obsidian mirrors, pools of black blood, glory holes in a toilet wall closing on the Last Erection.
— William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch
Just thinking about how long it’s been since I’ve managed to wind up covered in blood,” I said. “It’s like a new trend. A blood-free trend.
— Seanan McGuire, A Red-Rose Chain
You're only hurting yourself. Besides, the citizens like blood, don't they? They smell it.
— Laura Ruby, Bone Gap
The blood is sleeping. But the desire of feeling my own senses has grown deep, filled with an unstoppable tremendous drive to eliminate the lifeless stuff, which has gotten chained to me and lulled me to sleep.The rivers of my veins start to flow more and more powerful in every unit of time like lava underground!
— Anna Asche
All stories are love stories, and there are numerous kinds of love, from the love of a mother holding her child for the first time to the love of blood that drives a psychopath, so I will always write about love, but not necessarily romance. Let the saner people do that.
— Alcatraz Dey
When you feel weak in spirit, think about the agreements you made with yourself about how to live an honourable life. We all have them, but unfortunately the contracts are often written in invisible ink when they should be signed in blood.
— Suzanne Hayes, I'll Be Seeing You
All right. Here's the deal, bigshot: suck my cock. Do that and I'll let you go. Straight trade."He unzipped his fly and pulled down the elastic front of his shorts. Something that looked like a dead whitesnake fell out. Johnny observed the thin stream of blood driz-zling from it without surprise. The cop was bleeding from every other orifice, wasn't he?"Speaking in the literature sense," the cop said, grinning, "this particular blowjob is going to be a little more Anne Rice than Armistead Maupin. I suggest you follow Queen Victoria's advice - close your eyes and think of strawberry shortcake.
— Stephen King, Desperation
I suck their blood, robbing them of life. But each time I do so, it robs me of my soul.
— Annie Scarlotte
A covenant is a bond in blood sovereignly administered. When God enters into a covenantal relationship with men, he sovereignly institutes a life-and-death bond. A covenant is a bond in blood, or a bond of life and death, sovereignly administered.
— O. Palmer Robertson
Blonde hair drawn into a no-nonsense bun, her new manicure the deep red of fresh blood, she’d even donned a blouse and slacks for the occasion, something Neve had forgotten Veronica owned.
— Katherine McIntyre, Poisoned Apple
Oh, and Aramis? There is something else about the girl that you should know.”“Yes?”“She is of Yanka’s blood line. That won’t be an issue for you will it?”“No sir.” Aramis hung up the phone quickly and tried not to drop it as he put it in his coat. His hands trembled as he tried to maintain a cool, professional façade. Yanka’s blood. He had to find her and fast.
— Amy Kuivalainen, Cry of the Firebird
I don’t naturally look like this. I have to feed in order to have the power to hold it.”“Feed on what exactly?” Please don’t say blood, please don’t say blood, she whispered in her mind.“Death,” Trajan answered. Anya didn’t know if that was better or worse.
— Amy Kuivalainen, Cry of the Firebird
You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it’s not my own face I see. Your body is twice. Once you once me. Can I be sure which is which?
— Jeanette Winterson
She stood above the sink and broke the Swarovski glass frame – a wedding gift – with her hands. Her thumb got cut. As blood drops fell into the sink, like mercury balls she thought, she lit the photo on fire. Ashes fell into the sink. Fire and vermilion. Ashes and blood. Her marriage from start to finish.
— Meghna Pant, One and a Half Wife
She continue kissing me with that ferocity, so much so that her lips lightly scraped my teeth. It was only a few drops, but as the sweet metallic taste of her blood touched my tongue, a blinding ecstasy flooded my body.
— Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart
Everything changed after AIDS,” Dr. Molnár had just explained to him. “From then on, blood was more dangerous than shit.
— David Cronenberg, Consumed
A tongue in a bag. Teeth. A room drenched in blood.
— Richard House, The Kills
A human has seven litres of blood. This they had taught him in the army. Seven litres, which, with an arterial cut will vent a fountain two or three metres, and take three to four minutes to bleed out.
— Richard House, The Kills
Nothing good is free, and nothing free is good. You want the world to change, you have to force that change behind gun smoke and lead. Blood is the price, always and ever, if you want to buy freedom.
— Cedric Nye, Rage and Ruin
Don’t be afraid, Queen, the blood has long run down into the earth. And on the spot where it was spilled, grapevines are growing today.
— Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita
The pain is what you make of it. You have to find something in it that yields. I understood my guiding imperative as: keep bleeding, but find some love in the blood.
— Leslie Jamison, The Empathy Exams: Essays
Mine is the blood of the dragon.
— George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings
Killing is no ordinary act,' said the vampire. 'One doesn't simply glut oneself on blood.' He shook his head. 'It is the experience of another's life for certain, and often the experience of the loss of that life through the blood, slowly. It is again and again the experience when I sucked the blood from Lestat's wrist and felt his heart pound with my heart. It is again and again a celebration of that experience; because for vampires that is the ultimate experience.
— Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire
The tears were back, stinging just behind my eyes. There was blood all over my penguins. I didn't give a damn about the walls and carpet. They could be replaced, but I'd collected those damned stuffed toys over years.
— Laurell K. Hamilton, The Laughing Corpse
What lies beneath this envelope of flesh and blood, hmm? Is it something special? Perhaps, when I peel it open, I will be able to see. Perhaps your screams will tell me everything I need to know.
— Julie Kagawa, The Eternity Cure
A bloody sword is a beautiful thing.
— George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
We all need to play in our part in this
— Saba Blood Red Road Moira Young
You’ve got blood on your hands, asshole, and I’m your goddamned UV light.
— S.A. Bouraleh, The Serpent's Son
I never draw blood on a first date.
— Talla Demoniac Dance
What’s with savage humans always wanting to cannibalize us?” Jaden asks as she runs past Summer to check for any more of the Tainted around the corner.“They want to suck your blood,” Rob says in a Romanian accent.Jaden snorts. Too bad humor won’t help them out of this mess.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
Because blood is blood, and every family has its own force.Its own flavor.Its own charm and strange.
— Stephanie Kuehn, Charm & Strange
I try to grasp the colour of my blood and all I feel is life slipping through the colourless veins.
— Munia Khan
SpleenJe suis comme le roi d'un pays pluvieux,Riche, mais impuissant, jeune et pourtant très vieux,Qui, de ses précepteurs méprisant les courbettes,S'ennuie avec ses chiens comme avec d'autres bêtes.Rien ne peut l'égayer, ni gibier, ni faucon,Ni son peuple mourant en face du balcon.Du bouffon favori la grotesque balladeNe distrait plus le front de ce cruel malade;Son lit fleurdelisé se transforme en tombeau,Et les dames d'atour, pour qui tout prince est beau,Ne savent plus trouver d'impudique toilettePour tirer un souris de ce jeune squelette.Le savant qui lui fait de l'or n'a jamais puDe son être extirper l'élément corrompu,Et dans ces bains de sang qui des Romains nous viennent,Et dont sur leurs vieux jours les puissants se souviennent,II n'a su réchauffer ce cadavre hébétéOù coule au lieu de sang l'eau verte du Léthé //I'm like the king of a rain-country, richbut sterile, young but with an old wolf's itch,one who escapes his tutor's monologues,and kills the day in boredom with his dogs;nothing cheers him, darts, tennis, falconry,his people dying by the balcony;the bawdry of the pet hermaphroditeno longer gets him through a single night;his bed of fleur-de-lys becomes a tomb;even the ladies of the court, for whomall kings are beautiful, cannot put onshameful enough dresses for this skeleton;the scholar who makes his gold cannot inventwashes to cleanse the poisoned element;even in baths of blood, Rome's legacy,our tyrants' solace in senility,he cannot warm up his shot corpse, whose foodis syrup-green Lethean ooze, not blood.— Robert Lowell, from Marthiel & Jackson Matthews, eds., The Flowers of Evil (NY: New Directions, 1963)
— Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
I saw a painting once where the artist had actually done that--signed his work in blood. ... When I saw that, I thought it was as if the man who had painted the picture wanted to say to me, Well, you did ask what this actually cost.
— Neil Bartlett, Skin Lane
the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with a red upon it that the sun had never given, and would never take away.
— Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
She hated money! though she knew it was like blood and you needed it. Still, it was also like blood in that she often couldn't stand the sight of it.
— Lorrie Moore, Bark: Stories
So often they made her think of the phrase “Blood is thicker than water,” because at times blood was the only bond they shared and she had to remind herself they were family, because at times it was unbelievable they were even related. She loved them, but she hadn’t chosen them.
— Victoria Kahler, Luisa Across the Bay
Then, I feel it; it was a hot that was like a burning sword, fine, slicing my skin in pieces, and not even my jacket could protect me from the hot. Then it goes, as unexpected like it came, lifting dirt from the floor and a smell I remember, metal, and the only thing it could be: blood.
— Ana Plascencia
To the pure blood of the grape!
— Darin Gibby, The Vintage Club
In Bio last year, I learned that blood is actually a dark maroon when it's inside your body. It's the exposure to oxygen that turns it bright red. And there must have been a lot of oxygen in my bathroom, because that blood was bright, bright red.
— Leila Sales, This Song Will Save Your Life
You are covered in blood," Tybalt said again, stressing the words harder this time. "It makes me tense." There was a thud as the guard hit the floor, and Tybalt returned to my side."Wow. You must be tense a lot."He sighed. "You have no idea.
— Seanan McGuire, Chimes at Midnight
It felt as if she were bleeding - but it wasn't blood that leaked out of her, not something that could be easily transfused. Instead she was losing her dreams.
— Kristin Hannah, Firefly Lane
He has got no good red blood in his body," said Sir James."No. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses," said Mrs. Cadwallader.
— George Eliot, Middlemarch
As to Science, she has never sought to ally herself to civil power. She has never attempted to throw odium or inflict social ruin on any human being. She has never subjected anyone to mental torment, physical torture, least of all to death, for the purpose of upholding or promoting her ideas. She presents herself unstained by cruelties and crimes. But in the Vatican—we have only to recall the Inquisition—the hands that are now raised in appeals to the 'Most Merciful' are crimsoned. They have been steeped in blood!
— John William Draper, History of the Conflict Between Religion and Science
I can dip the pen in my own blood if I choose.
— Marie Corelli, Vendetta or the Story of One Forgotten
Sweat seems to bleed / like pride from their bones.
— Cameron Conaway, Bonemeal
Although of course I am aware that it changes colour in a jar. But we know why, surely? The heavier melancholic elements in the blood sink, making the top lighter and the bottom darker.""Not so," I said firmly. "Cover the jar, and the colour does not change. And I can find no explanation of how such separation could occur in the lungs. But when it emerges from the lungs - at least, this is the case in cats - it is very much lighter in colour than when it goes in, indicating that some darkness is withdrawn from it.""I must cut up a cat and see for myself. A live cat, was it?""It was for a while.
— Iain Pears, An Instance of the Fingerpost
And tonight Mary could taste bitterness going down like a nut, settling in her stomach. It planted itself, put down roots, and began to grow, nourished on her dark blood.
— Emma Donoghue, Slammerkin
I took a glass retort, capable of containing eight ounces of water, and distilled fuming spirit of nitre according to the usual method. In the beginning the acid passed over red, then it became colourless, and lastly again all red: no sooner did this happen, then I took away the receiver; and tied to the mouth of the retort a bladder emptied of air, which I had moistened in its inside with milk of lime lac calcis, (i.e. lime-water, containing more quicklime than water can dissolve) to prevent its being corroded by the acid. Then I continued the distillation, and the bladder gradually expanded. Here-upon I left every thing to cool, tied up the bladder, and took it off from the mouth of the retort.— I filled a ten-ounce glass with this air and put a small burning candle into it; when immediately the candle burnt with a large flame, of so vivid a light that it dazzled the eyes. I mixed one part of this air with three parts of air, wherein fire would not burn; and this mixture afforded air, in every respect familiar to the common sort. Since this air is absolutely necessary for the generation of fire, and makes about one-third of our common air, I shall henceforth, for shortness sake call it empyreal air, [literally fire-air] the air which is unserviceable for the fiery phenomenon, and which makes abut two-thirds of common air, I shall for the future call foul air [literally corrupted air].
— Carl Wilhelm Scheele, Chemische Abhandlung Von Der Luft Und Dem Feuer
I wanted to thank Trent, but all I could do was give him a faint smile before I lost consciousness. Everything had worked flawlessly. I had planned the perfect murder - my own.
— Terry Lovett, Rocking Horses Painted Red
Even more blood welled up and spilled down his arm, splattering onto the ground.“Camille’s carpet,” Magnus protested.“It’s blood,” said Will. “She ought to be thrilled.
— Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince
Love is like that. It's like a wildfire in my blood.
— R.K. Lilley, Grounded
And you, their best beloved one, are now to me, flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press for awhile; and shall later on be my companion and my helper.
— Bram Stoker, Dracula
I walked until the water lapped against my chest, and then I kept walking until it kissed the underside of my jaw. I was surprised how cold it was. I closed my eyes and ducked beneath the surface. Thee was the wind and the clouds and the pure pool and the boy beneath its unsettled surface, and the blood, the boy's and monster's, defiling the pool.
— Rick Yancey, The Isle of Blood
With each beat, the heart pumps nearly three ounces of blood into the arteries--seventy-five to ninety gallons an hour when the body is at rest.
— Ariel Gore, Atlas of the Human Heart
What is blood but the wine of life?
— Vera Nazarian, Cobweb Bride
I wanted blood to signify life, not death.
— Cheryl Drake Harris, Lily's Ghost
A brave heart doesn't pump coward's blood.
— Toba Beta, Betelgeuse Incident: Insiden Bait Al-Jauza
bright blue flash of lightning enveloped Nathaniel’s field of view, just as the pod struck the ground with a deafening crunch, slamming his body forward and ripping away the protective restraints that previously held him in place. Covered in blood, Nathaniel fell from the now-open door of the pod, cradling the back of his head with both hands.
— Jonathan Marker, SPYDER SYLK
It's not about blood,"says Lucius. "It's about who you shareyour life with.Where you feelyou really belong.
— Emma Cameron, Cinnamon Rain
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I’ll wake up with sweat drenching my chest and think it’s the blood and muck I was covered in that night.
— Shannon A. Thompson, November Snow
[I] like to be anchored by routine, not shackled by it.
— Gabrielle Hamilton
Birds and periodic blood.Old recapitulations.The fox, panting, fire-eyed,gone to earth in my chest.How beautiful we are,he and I, with our auburnpelts, our trails of blood,our miracle escapes,our whiplash panic flogging us onto new miracles!They’ve supplied us with pillsfor bleeding, pills for panic.Wash them down the sink.This is truth, then:dull needle groping for the spinal fluid,weak acid in the bottom of the cup,foreboding, foreboding.No one tells the truth about truth,that it’s what the fox sees from his scuffled burrow:dull-jawed, onrushingkiller, being thatinanely single-mindedwill have our skins at last.
— Adrienne Rich, Leaflets
If I had to, I was going to rip every inch of me open, give him as much blood as he needed to survive.
— Ada Adams, ReAwakened
But then, even with cuts, bruises and blood all over him, he looked like his jackass self again."- Alex Gold
— R.J. Morse, R.J. Brookes
It's promising and seductive, that huge Italian family, sitting around the dinner table, surrounded by olive trees. But it's not my family and I am not their family, and no amount of birthing sons, and cooking dinner and raking leaves or planting the gardens or paying for the plane tickets is going to change that. If I don't come back in eleven months, I will not be missed, and no one will write me or call me to acknowledge my absence. Which is not an accusation, just a small truth about clan and bloodline.
— Gabrielle Hamilton
Alone on the terrace looking up at the stars I would not feel lonely. With him glued to the screen, I feel gutted...
— Gabrielle Hamilton
That someone would mourn her death made her want to live in the fiercest way.
— H. L. Burke
Everything is figureoutable
— Marie Forleo, The Copy Cure:  Secrets to Copy That Connects and Converts
History has taught us that people who live to serve humanity selflessly are the ones who live forever. Those who divorce themselves from service to humanity are forgotten even before their death.
— Godfried K. Konglo
Some live a long life and touch no one, while others lose their lives too soon, but touch everyone.
— Gail Mcwilliams, Stuck or Positioned; Its Your Choice
Don't trust too much to all people around you. Don't be fool by their kindness that are showed to you.
— Jervin Balmediano
We are never truly peaceful about donning a masquerade to appear to be something we are not. We want to come to the PARTY dressed as ourselves and when we do, we feel natural and free." from Are You Ready?The Night Blooming Jasmine in Your Heart 
— Marie Helena, The Night Blooming Jasmine in Your Heart
You only get to keep what you refuse to let go of
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Here I Am
Things... are not always what they seem." the first quotes comes to us in chapter 2: Conspiracy Theory, By Officer Duke Agnew investigating a drowning death on the western shore in the shadow of the Chesapeake Bay bridge.
— James Carrol, In Search of the Dragon Blanco: El Mision
You have two lives the second one begins when you realize you only have one
— Chinese Proverb
When mom died, my old roommate, Jimmy, said that in an alternate dimension, an alternate me might have a worse life.Now that's comforting, said Murphy.
— V.M.  Clark, The Hypothesis
Today is the day you can wipe away all those regrets you've been carrying around for far too long. Today is the day that you can put your past in your past, and let God directs your future.
— Robin Bertram, No Regrets: How Loving Deeply and Living Passionately Can Impact Your Legacy Forever
We can be sure that we will hold on to the deathbed as part of the last balance sheet – and this part will taste bitter as cyanide – that we have wasted too much, much too much strength and time on getting angry and getting even with others in a helpless shadow theater, which only we, who have suffered importantly, knew anything about ~ Night Train to Lisbon
— Pascal Mercier,
You cannot give what you don't have
— Anonymous
Personally I think there is only one thing to do: find the task we have been placed on this earth to do, and accomplish it as best we can, with all our strength, without making things complicated or thinking there's anything divine about our animal nature. This is the only way we will ever feel that we have been doing something constructive when death comes to get us.
— Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog
It is better to recognise that we are in darkness than to pretend that we can see the light
— Hedley Bull, The Anarchical Society: A Study of Order in World Politics
Keep moving forward, the best way to let go off,asshole people holding you back
— Napz Cherub Pellazo
Life can be short and it’s meant to be cherished and treasured—every second, every moment. Now, I’ll love harder. I’ll love fiercer. And I will not be afraid.
— M.L. Rodriguez, Leap of Faith
Besides Mass, Energy, Life, and of course Love, there is one thing constant, and does not change with millennia - and that is ‘Wisdom’.
— Sandeep Sahajpal
When death is imminent remember - this is not a dress rehearsal, the time is now, share your love!
— Alison Bramhall
A powerful foundation is worth it in a long run
— Nathi Mtsweni
Sometimes, time takes you the direction it wants you to travel. -Finn Foster
— Nina Trahan, Billionaire Omissions: Book Three
In all your getting, get understanding. Proverbs paraphrased
— Dr. Katie Canty
It is not about how much activity we are capable of doing but how we are performing the activity that makes the difference.
— Colleen Mariotti, Livology: A Global Guide to a Deliberate Life
We all must suffer from one of two pains, the pain of discipline or the pain of regret.
— Jim Rohn and Chris Widener, Twelve Pillars
Happiness is not something you postpone for the future
—  it is something you design for the present. :)
We learn best when we're on edge. Focused on the moment, ready for anything...
— R.J. Francis, The Orphan's Secret
When we get our money, you can burn kruge to keep you warm.""I'm going to pay someone to burn my kruge for me.""Why don't you pay someone else to pay someone to burn your kruge for you? That's what the big players do.
— Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows
When you have two people who love each other, are happy and gay and really good work is being done by one or both of them, people are drawn to them as surely as migrating birds are drawn at night to a powerful beacon. If the two people were as solidly constructed as the beacon there would be little damage except to the birds. Those who attract people by their happiness and their performance are usually inexperienced. They do not know how not to be overrun and how to go away. They do not always learn about the good, the attractive, the charming, the soon-beloved, the generous, the understanding rich who have no bad qualities and who give each day the quality of a festival and who, when they have passed and taken the nourishment they needed, leave everything deader than the roots of any grass Attila's horses' hooves have ever scoured.
— Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
It is better to live rich than to die rich. 
— Samuel Johnson
Rich folk don't try so hard
— Kathryn Stockett, The Help
Crew up, Nailer!" Lucky Girl shouted. "You think I'm going to pull your ass up here like a damn swank?
— Paolo Bacigalupi, Ship Breaker
You were born rich and influential. You can do rich and influential in jammies and bunny slippers.
— Starr Ambrose, Thieves Like Us
Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a shelter,worthy of Kubla Khan's Xanadu dome;Plushy and swanky, with posh hanky pankythat affluent Yankees can really callhome.Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a shelter,a push-button palace, fluorescent repose;Electric devices for facing a crisiswith frozen fruit ices and cinema shows.Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a shelterall chromium kitchens and rubber-tiled dorms;With waterproof portals to echo the chortlesof weatherproof mortals in hydrogen storms.What a great come-to-glory emporium!To enjoy a deluxe moratorium,Where nuclear heat can beguile the elitein a creme-de-la-creme crematorium.
— E.Y. Harburg
Hugo planned a five-course meal: smoked duck, oyster stew, roast beef with mashed yams, a salad of apples with beets and blue cheese, then chocolate banana cream pie. Rich, rich, and richer still. Ben made pitchers of martinis and set aside thirty-five bottles of a tried-and-true Napa cabernet, pure purple velvet, and an Oregonian pinot gris, grassy and effervescent.
— Julia Glass, The Whole World Over
Knowing the right detail gets you a great return. Ignore them and you just crash & burn.
— Robert Rolih, The Million Dollar Decision : Get Out of the Rigged Game of Investing and Add a Million to Your Net Worth
When one good thing happened to you, other good things seemed to follow.
— Candace Bushnell, Trading Up
But that was the problem with New York: No matter how succesful you thought you were, there was always someone who was richer, more successful, more famous.. The idea of it was sometimes enough to make you want to give up.
— Candace Bushnell, Trading Up
That was the wonderful thing about New York: Years of bad blood could be wiped out with a single gesture of friendliness.
— Candace Bushnell, Trading Up
Beware what you consume, lest you appetite grow by what it feeds on.
— Candace Bushnell, Trading Up
You don't have to have to be rich like Oprah Winfrey or Rihanna to make a difference in somebody's life-To some people ten dollars feels like ten million dollars
— Charmaine J. Forde
Creativity is leading the life king-size, despite you being a pauper!
— Ramana Pemmaraju
Rich peoples kind words doesn't fill up the empty stomach of poor people
— Mohammed Sekouty
So this is how the rich bleed--elegantly.
— Laura Thalassa, The Queen of Traitors