I am a woodlander, I have sap in my veins.
Country music runs through my veins. I love it very much.
Writing is easy. Just sit down and open a vein.
Indeed there has never been any explanation of the ebb and flow in our veins--of happiness and unhappiness.
As polishing expresses the vein in marble, and grain in wood, so music brings out what of heroic lurks anywhere. The hero is the sole patron of music.
The real problem you get with humour is that you only have so many kinds of jokes within you, and you mine that vein a lot. This isn't just common to me; it's anybody who's funny.
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.
Your richest veins don't lie nearest the surface.
i could see the veins through your skin like a map to inside you. how could skin be that thin? i was so afraid you might drop and break. i stopped breathing so you wouldn't.
The tides are in our veins.
Poisonous jealousy thrummed through my veins.
I have wondered sometimes if there are not perhaps some disadvantages in having really blue blood in one's veins, like grandmamma and me.
You have to understand who you are and figure out a way to communicate it. It might be in a different industry, but it's about what pumps the blood through your veins, what makes you excited, what pushes your buttons. And then discovering the best way to communicate that, no matter how big or small; it's what you stand for, what you believe in, and what reflects who you are.
Los Angeles survives on that which is unpredictable. The unexpected courses through its very veins.
You are dreaming your thirst when the water you want is inside the big vein on your neck.
Junkies find veins in their toes when the veins in their arms collapse. Developing tars sands is the equivalent.
I am the vampire at my own veins.
I have Russian, German, Spanish, Italian, French and Ethiopian blood in my veins.
Little by little, even with other cares, the slowly but surely working poison of the garden-mania begins to stir in my long-sluggish veins.
Beyond my body my veins are invisible.
