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If yet your blood does not rage, then it is water that flows in your veins. For what is the flush of youth, if it is not of service to the motherland.
Ambition is priceless, its something that's in your veins.
Music to me is the air I breathe it's the blood that pumps through my veins that keeps me alive
Secularism is not only in our constitution but also in our veins. We worship Mother Nature too. We believe that the world is our family.
I've got ice water running through my veins, I'm cool.
The skyline is etched in my veins. You can never put that out, no matter how hard it rains.
I got ice in my veins Blood in my eyes/Hate in my heart Love in my mind
Habits are to the soul what the veins and arteries are to the blood, the courses in which it moves
A river is water is its loveliest form; rivers have life and sound and movement and infinity of variation, rivers are veins of the earth through which the lifeblood returns to the heart
Some girls are just born with glitter in their veins.
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane
In April the sweet showers fall And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all The veins are bathed in liquor of such power As brings about the engendering of the flower.
Upon receiving Holy Communion, the Adorable Blood of Jesus Christ really flows in our veins and His Flesh is really blended with ours.
Existence is this, I thought, a start of joy, a stab of pain, an intense pleasure, veins that pulse under the skin, there is no other truth to tell.
If I wish to compose or write or pray or preach well, I must be angry. Then all the blood in my veins is stirred, and my understanding is sharpened.
What could I do but go with them Civil War soldiers, or work for them and my country? The patriot blood of my father was warm in my veins.
My blood is a miracle that, from my veins, crosses the air in my heart into yours.
We all gonna die, we bleed from similar veins.
I surrendered my beliefs and found myself at the tree of life injecting my story into the veins of leaves only to find that stories like forests are subject to seasons
I love to take actors to a place where they open a vein. That’s the job. The key is that I make it safe for them to open the vein.
I prefer to be subcultural rather than mass-cultural. I'm not interested in hitting the vein of the mainstream.
Integrity is the lifeblood of democracy. Deceit is a poison in its veins.
All men should have a drop of treason in their veins, if nations are not to go soft like so many sleepy pears.
Only my books anoint me, and a few friends, those who reach into my veins.
Friendship is held to be the severest test of character.
Whoever you support, you've got that blood in your veins
My veins do not end in me but in the unanimous blood of those who struggle for life, love, things, landscape and bread, the poetry of all.
If you're going to be a wannabe, make sure you 'wannabe' something great. The most shocking thing about wannabes, is they largely want to be something irrelevant, vein, or just plain petty.
Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.
The tides are in our veins.
The seas are the hearts blood of the earth. Plucked up and kneaded by the sun and the moon, the tides are systole and diastole of earth's veins.
Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold.
We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.
Forget about enlightenment. Sit down wherever you are. And listen to the wind singing in your veins.
Love rushed into my veins emptying me of myself. Now filled with the Beloved my only possession is my name.
Exercise, not philosophically and with religious gravity undertaken, but the wild romping activities of a spirited girl who runs up and down as though her veins were full of wine.
What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe. It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.
The blood in my veins is frozen but it sings of love.
Words that in their everyday surrealism have no parallel in contemporary writing... Music that mines the deep veins of fatalism in the Appalachian voice
The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.
I watch soap operas. I bake brownies. Normalcy is coursing through my veins.
My veins are filled, once a week with a Neapolitan carpet cleaner distilled from the Adriatic and I am as bald as an egg. However I still get around and am mean to cats.
Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip, for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in.
To be a fighter, you have to be passionate. I have so much passion, it's hard to hold it all in. That passion escapes as tears from my eyes, sweat from my pores, blood from my veins.
Varicose veins are the result of an improper selection of grandparents.
The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in me Older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean.
We all have the republican spirit in our veins, like syphilis in our bones. We are democratized and venerealized.
When you're writing something and you know it's good, you get flushed, you can feel the blood coursing through your veins, you feel alive, all your nerve endings stand up, something just clicks.
It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.
I came where the river Ran over stones; My ears knew An early joy. And all the waters Of all the streams Sang in my veins That summer day.