veins

Writers should cut as close to the vein as possible. The readers don't want to be covered in your warm sticky blood, but they want to come as close to it as possible.

You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.

Confidence cannot escalate to arrogance, it only happens if the blood of pride is running through your veins.

... the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began...

See, my aim is not to survive but to be thrown to the wolfs with adrenaline still pumping in my veins and hear the gods laughing saying __hat was one hell of a youth_ and everything I do I do in order to push my senses and levels of natural ecstasy. I want to be so awake that I pass out by exhaustion every night with a smile on my face and no thoughts of tomorrow because today was all I ever could make of it and I am sick and tired of boredom. Bored people slumbering boring words about bored habits and I want to get out.

I wanted to feel the blood running back into my veins, even at the cost of annihilation. I wanted to shake the stone and light out of my system. I wanted the dark fecundity of nature, the deep well of the womb, silence, or else the lapping of the black waters of death. I wanted to be that night which the remorseless eye illuminated, a night diapered with stars and trailing comets. To be of night so frighteningly silent, so utterly incomprehensible and eloquent at the same time. Never more to speak or to listen or to think.

For it was the light, that was flowing in her veins but not blood. Every time she was wounded, she killed the demons in the dark, rather than feeding and keeping them alive.

If you venture to be a sageLet your virtues subside your rageFor deep wisdom you__l be veneratedLet cold veins feel blood cells generated

We were in ways I can__ seem to grasp. We moved like fluid, scattering our love throughout each other. We moved along, out of our eyes and through our veins. It was unintentionally and in turn, unconditionally.

They can stop a river by building a dam, but I will be damned if they can stop my river of blood flowing through my veins and heart.

It's when we kiss that I feel your blood within my veins and your heartbeat within my soul.

Despite its dark veins, the transparency of dragonfly__ wings assures me of a pure, innocent world

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.

Let our love chase all clouds awayHold my hand and feel the dayYour footsteps guide my steps all alongBeneath my skin your veins belong.

__y reacting from fear instead of responding from love, you inject poison directly into the veins of your relationship.

Music is what I love to do it's in my veins.

I try to grasp the colour of my blood and all I feel is life slipping through the colourless veins.

The architecture of the Minotaur__ heart is ancient. Rough hewn and many chambered, his heart is a plodding laborious thing, built for churning through the millennia. But the blood it pumps__he blood it has pumped for five thousand years, the blood it will pump for the rest of his life__s nearly human blood. It carries with it, through his monster__ veins, the weighty, necessary, terrible stuff of human existence: fear, wonder, hope, wickedness, love. But in the Minotaur__ world it is far easier to kill and devour seven virgins year after year, their rattling bones rising at his feet like a sea of cracked ice, than to accept tenderness and return it.