In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
~
Invictus
by
William Ernest Henley
I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.
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A Feast for Crows
by
George R. R. Martin
No tear dropped over that pillow; in such straits as these, the heart has no tears to give,—it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
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Uncle Tom's Cabin
by
Harriet Beecher Stowe
The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind;
A savageness in unreclaimed blood.
~
Hamlet, Prince of Denmark
by
William Shakespeare
Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.
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The Duchess of Malfi
by
John Webster
Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.
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The Duchess of Malfi
by
John Webster
Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, Like diamonds, we are cut with our own dust.
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The Duchess of Malfi
by
John Webster
Thus violent deeds live after men upon the earth, and traces of war and bloodshed will survive in mournful shapes long after those who worked the desolation are but atoms of earth themselves.
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The Old Curiosity Shop
by
Charles Dickens
It was the women's tribute to the war. It taxes both alike, and takes the blood of the men, and the tears of the women.
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Vanity Fair
by
William Makepeace Thackeray
They had courage; without which, men are as the standing straw in an unreaped field in winter; but having become like the hooded pine, that keepeth green in frost, and hath the bounding blood in all its icy branches.
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Pierre And His People
by
Gilbert Parker