Veins Quotes

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

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.

Some girls are just born with glitter in their veins.

May we ever watch over one another, assisting in times of need. Let us not be critical and judgmental, but let us be tolerant, ever emulating the Savior's example of loving-kindness. In that vein, may we willingly serve one another. May we pray for the inspiration to know of the needs of those around us, and then may we go forward and provide assistance.

We all gonna die, we bleed from similar veins.

I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.

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

Friendship is held to be the severest test of character.

Stale godliness is ungodliness. Let our religion be as warm, and constant, and natural as the flow of the blood in our veins. A living God must be served in a living way.

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.

Only my books anoint me, and a few friends, those who reach into my veins.

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.

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.

The tides are in our veins.

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.

Love rushed into my veins emptying me of myself. Now filled with the Beloved my only possession is my name.

It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.

The blood in my veins is frozen but it sings of love.

I watch soap operas. I bake brownies. Normalcy is coursing through my veins.

We all have the republican spirit in our veins, like syphilis in our bones. We are democratized and venerealized.

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 have wondered sometimes if there are not perhaps some disadvantages in having really blue blood in one's veins, like grandmamma and me.