The iron did not remember the blood it had once moved within, the phosphorous had forgot the savage brain. — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
“The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighborhood. We saw the glory with our own eyes, the one-of-a-kind glory,… — Eugene H. Peterson Copy Share Image
“At least with all the blood moved to his face he’d be able to leave the table without further embarrassing himself.” — Nicole Castle Copy Share Image