Alice Hoffman Quotes

There's an awful lot of blood around that water is thicker than.

Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?

Being from Oakland, you see a lot of thing. You see friends turn on friends all the time. You see family turn on family.

You are a Member of Parliament and one of that majority that has doomed my country to destruction. You have begun to burn our towns and murder our people. Look upon your hands! They are stained with the blood of your relatives. You and I were long friends: You are now my Enemy, and I am yours.

The people you are supposed to be able to trust the most is your family, and when that trust is broken, it's painful.

Movement from Brenda grabbed Thomas's attention. He looked to see her drop the knife away from Minho and step back, absently wiping the small trace of blood there on her pants. "I really would've killed you, ya know," she said in a slightly scratchy voice. Almost husky. "Charge Jorge again and I'll sever an artery." Minho wiped at his small wound with his thumb, then looked at the bright red smear. "That's one sharp knife. Makes me like you more.

I slowly climbed back to my feet, walked back into the emergency department through the silently swishing glass doors, and, covered in my girlfriend's blood, lied perfectly for the first time in my life. "I tried to stop her.

I'm always very cautious about "brotherhood" concept. Frankly speaking, I don't need such relatives who grab my land and kill my people.

Could we betray our parents by going back to them?

Heads will fly all over the place, others will explode by themselves, everyone will have their chance to betray, and those who don't betray will be betrayed.

First comes smiles, then lies. Last is gunfire.-Roland Deschain, of Gilead

Reyna sent me to get Percy," Frank said. "Did Octavian accept you?" "Yeah," Percy said. "He slaughtered my panda.

When I left New York, after getting fired from Metallica, all I remember is that I wanted blood. Theirs.

Mugged by my own mother.

Brother will kill brother, Spilling blood across the land...

If you stick a knife nine inches into my back and pull it out three inches, that is not progress.

Oh, you need Alan to betray Nick and then you'll steal Nick's powers and kill them both," said Mae. "Great idea. Hey, can i come? I'll bring a picnic lunch if you promise not to let blood get on the sandwiches.

And this was your friend?" Cordelia raised her eyebrows. "Seems to me the only difference between your friends and your enemies is how long the stand around chatting before they shoot you.

All wars are civil ones; for it is still man spilling his own blood, tearing out his own bowels.

Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well, Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinable gum. Set you down this, And say besides that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turbaned Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by th' throat the circumcised dog And smote him thus.

She just laughed in his face and told him she'd sooner crawl in a bed with his father's leeches before she'd crawl in one with him. She stopped laughing when he put his knife in her.

You don't stick a knife in a man's back nine inches and then pull it out six inches and say you're making progress.

By any sane definition of success, if you wake up in a pool of blood and nobody has shot you, you are not successful.

It seems that humanity is incapable of putting a halt to the shedding of innocent blood.

Sometimes blood, for the sake of sparing it, is spilled.