Integrity is the lifeblood of democracy. Deceit is a poison in its veins.
Indeed there has never been any explanation of the ebb and flow in our veins--of happiness and unhappiness.
I hate the sight of blood, but it's in my veins.
Are you happy when you stick a needle in your vein?
You get used to working with one choreographer. You kind of get stuck in that vein and you work your way out of it, picking up someone else's style, their flavor. It takes a bit of time.
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.
There's estrogen running through my veins!
Why didn't Eternity have this deformed age aborted ? Its birthmark is the stamp of a newspaper, its medium is printer's ink, and in its veins flows ink.
My blood in his veins. " ~Jace
Clap an extinguisher upon your irony if you are unhappily blessed with a vein of it.
The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.
Character is an essential tendency. It can be covered up, it can be messed with, it can be screwed around with, but it can't be ultimately changed. It's the structure of our bones, the blood that runs through our veins.
There is not enough blood in her veins to keep her heart from skipping.
It may be that just as tonality recurs in music and realism in painting, so the idea of liberalism recurs in politics-though each time in a different vein.
His blood coursed through my veins sweeter than life itself. And as it did, Lestats words made sense to me. I knew peace only when I killed and when I heard his heart in that terrible rhythm, I knew again what peace could be.
Work your vein till it is exhausted, or conducts you to a broader one.
I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses.
I opened my veins. Unstoppably life spurts out with no remedy. Now I set out bowls and plates. Every bowl will be shallow. Every plate will be small. And overflowing their rims, into the black earth, to nourish the rushes unstoppably without cure, gushes poetry.
I'm sure the feeling of fear, as long as you can take advantage of it and not be rendered useless by it, can make you extend yourself beyond what you would regard as your capacity. If you're afraid, the blood seems to flow freely through the veins, and you really do feel a sense of stimulation.
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.