A Quote by Aldous Huxley

Blood of the world, time staunchless flows; The wound is mortal and is mine.

Aldous Huxley

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Blood Flows Mine Mortal Time World Wound

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Aldous Huxley
English - Writer
July 26, 1894 - November 22, 1963

He made a small sigh, as he swallowed the first blood, then his mouth closed over my earlobe, mouth working at the wound, tongue coaxing blood from the wound. He pressed his body the length of mine, one hand cupping my turned head, the other playing down the line of my body. Maybe it was just blood, but I never stroked my steak while eating it.

Laurell K. Hamilton

Whether we wound or are wounded, the blood that flows is red.

Eiichiro Oda

Father, take my life, yea, my blood if Thou wilt, and consume it with Thine enveloping fire. I would not save it, for it is not mine to save. Have it Lord, have it all. Pour out my life as an oblation for the world. Blood is only of value as it flows before Thine altar

Jim Elliot

A mortal lives not through that breath that flows in and that flows out. The source of his life is another and this causes the breath to flow.

Paracelsus

If I have left a wound inside you, it is not just your wound but mine as well.

Haruki Murakami

Oh yes. Blood is everything. But the only blood I'm interested in flows from my enemies. Look around you! These cats are bathed in blood. It soaks their fur and laps at their paws. This is the way we survive! We are BloodClan!

Erin Hunter

Time pulses from the afternoon like blood from a serious wound.

Hilma Wolitzer

Youth is a mortal wound.

Katherine Paterson

That brain of mine is something more than merely mortal; as time will show.

Ada Lovelace

That brain of mine is something more than merely mortal, as time will show.

Ada Lovelace

Only the love that flows from the heart of Christ can heal. Only He in whom that love flows, even as the sap in the tree or the blood in the body, can restore the wounded soul.

Ellen G. White

A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.

Lord Byron

It was very strange, for I knew we were both in mortal danger. Still, in that instant, I felt well. Whole. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the blood pulsing hot and fast through my veins again. My lungs filled deep with the sweet scent that came off his skin. It was like there had never been any hole in my chest. I was perfect - not healed, but as if there had been no wound in the first place.

Stephenie Meyer

What he would say, he cannot say to this woman whose openness is like a wound, whose youth is not mortal yet. He cannot alter what he loves most in her, her lack of compromise, where the romance of the poems she loves still sits with ease in the real world. Outside these qualities he knows there is no order in the world.