Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes, these muzzles, these unicorns, these torches, these towers, these martlets, these seedlings of stars and these fields of blue!

The blood jet is poetryThere is no stopping it.

The spirit who inhabits her animates us all. Destroy the host, you destroy the power. The young die first; the old wither slowly; the eldest perhaps would go last. But she is the Queen of the Damned, and the Damned can't live without her.

I will bathe in your warmth ma petite. Roll you around me until my heart beats only for you. My breath will grow warm from your kiss.

And second, keep in mind that you are a weapon. In theory, when you're done with training, you should be able to kick a hole in a wall or knock out a moose with a single punch.I would never hit a moose, said Clary. They're endangered.

Kingsley nodded. 'Of course. Sophia always did say wisdom had to be earned.

You thought you had the choice to stay still or move forward, but your didn't. As long as your heart kept pumping an your blood kept blowing and your lungs kept filling, you didn't. The pang she felt for Tibby carried something like envy. You couldn't stand still for anything short of death, and God knew she had tried.

Profit should never come at the cost of human blood. Any government that places profit before people is pure evil.

I didn't know that idiocy caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding from the nose.

So--what's it like, being a vampire?Aline! Isabelle looked appalled. You can't just go around asking people what's it like to be a vampire!I don't see why, Aline said. He hasn't been a vampire that long, has he? So he must still remember what it was like being a person. She turned back to Simon. Does blood taste like blood to you? Or does it taste like something else now, like orange juice or something? Because I would think the taste of blood would-It tastes like chicken, Simon said, just to shut her up.Really? Aline looked astonished.He's making fun of you, Aline, said Sebastain

Fresh is better. But you've never drunk fresh blood. Have you?Simon raised his eyebrow in response.Well, aside from mine of course, Jace said. And I'm pretty sure my blood is fan-tastic.

Crap, are you thinking what I'm thinking?I'm thinking we have about fifteen vampires and no blood, Claire said. Is that it?No, I was thinking we're out of chips. Of course that's what I was thinking.

To the loyal and to the blood-lovers, in the good families and in the fiery dynasties, life is family and family is life. It is the same people who give advice and their vices to live well who turn out to be the ones who give resource and reason to live long.

Sometimes you try to fly and you fall. Remember your falls are not fatal, they're just a little painful. Endure the pain, clean the blood stain, you'll surely gain! Get up and fly again!

True brothers are never blood-related. But born of the spirit.

THAT you abstain from things offered to idols, from blood, from things strangled, and sexual immorality. If you keep yourselves, from these you do well. Acts 15:29

The curse of sin is nullify by the blood of Jesus Christ.

There's no getting blood out of a turnip.

The blood of the lamb applied over the doorpost on the night of Israel's deliverance from Egypt distinguished the obedient from the disobedient. Just so today the applied blood of the Lamb of God is the distinguishing mark of God's called out ones, the church ...

I see His blood upon the rose And in the stars the glory of His eyes.