Blood Is Thicker Than Water Quotes

Blood may be thicker than water, but it's certainly not as thick as ketchup. Nor does it go as well with French fries.

I have never bought into the idea that blood is thicker than water. Love and respect are meant to be earned from our children, our spouses, our families, and our friends.

Blood is thicker than water, but family isn’t just about blood. Family is about faith, and loyalty, and who you love. If you don’t have those things, I don’t care what the blood says. You’re not family.

Blood is thicker than water, my mother had always said when I was growing up, a sentiment I’d often disputed. But it turned out that it didn’t matter whether she was right or wrong. They both flowed out of my cupped palms.

Nevertheless, blood is thicker than water, as anyone knows who has tasted both.

They say blood is thicker than water, but that doesn’t mean shit. Everyone needs water to live.

Blood is thicker than water," The young man said As he knifed his friend For a drooling old bitch And a house full of lies.

Why do you hang out with him?" "We're teammates." Ahhh. And if blood was thicker than water, then football, evidently, would congeal in one's veins.

They say blood is thicker than water. It's also more treacherous, prone to betrayal, full of shit and quite honestly, I wouldn't put much weight into it at all.

They say blood is thicker than water, but I say ice, can be more solid than blood, when times get cold.

True siblings are bound together by far more essential things than blood, while more times than many blood isn't thicker than water.

And yet for that, blood is thicker than water, even if the only thing you've shared with your people have been hardships and miseries.

Doss dear," said Cousin Georgiana mournfully, "some day you will discover that blood is thicker than water." "Of course it is. But who wants water to be thick?" parried Valancy.

Blood may be thicker than water, but friendship is thicker than both.

Blood might be thicker than water, but love was the most powerful magic of all.

Blood is thicker than water, I suppose. It can also leave a much crueler stain.

Blood is thicker than water. That's what they say. But in truth, most things are.

More like family to me than most of my real family. They say blood is thicker than water, but that doesn’t mean shit. Everyone needs water to live.

Blood is thicker than water” is not only wrong as a sentiment, it’s also wrongly quoted. The full proverb is “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.” Which means the bonds you make through choice are infinitely more important and powerful than the ones you share by blood.

I learned quickly that blood is not always thicker than water. Sometimes the people that care for us the most are the people we least expect

To the loyal and to the blood-lovers, in the good families and in the fiery dynasties, life is family and family is life. It is the same people who give advice and their vices to live well who turn out to be the ones who give resource and reason to live long.

Blood may be thicker than water, but love is thicker than blood.

Blood is thicker than water, I know, but it's unnatural stuff to drink so much of. (“The Wife Of Ted Wickham”)

Blood may be thicker than water, but rivers run deeper...

The saying that blood was thicker than water didn’t mean jack shit to me because I knew who my family was and blood was something we spilled for one another, not shared.

Blood is thicker than water, as people say. (But then again so is ketchup.)

Blood is thicker than water, my mother had always said when I was growing up, a sentiment I'd often disputed. But it turned out that it didn't matter whether she was right or wrong. They both flowed out of my cupped palms.

The light of a hunter's moon bleached the unresisting pastels from the faces of the towers, so that they looked like titanic ribs of bone, and shadows accrued like crusted blood under the walkways.

Like many cruel and evil women, Morgan le Fay knew men’s weaknesses and discounted their strengths. And she knew also that most improbable actions may be successful so long as they are undertaken boldly and without hesitation, for men believe beyond proof to the contrary that blood is thicker than water and that a beautiful woman cannot be evil.

Anyone who claims that blood is thicker than water, that the ties in a family who share the same genes are stronger, does not understand how love works.

blood is thicker than water, Scar and I are practically concrete.

Blood is thicker than water, and so is diarrhea

Blood is thicker than water, but they still use corn starch as a thickener on cooking shows

Fine, blood was thicker than water. But friendship, it struck Tibby, was thicker than both.

Blood may be thicker than water, but family has them both beat.

Noatalgia Nalan believed there were two families in this world:relatives formed blood family;and friends,the water family.If your blood family happened to be nice and caring,you could count your lucky stars and make the most of it; and if not,there was still hope; things could take a turn for the better once you are old enough to leave your home sour home. As for the water family, this was formed much later in life and was,to a large extent,of your own making. While it was true that nothing could take the place of a loving, happy blood family, in the absence of one, a good water family could wash away the hurt and pain collected inside like black soot.It is therefore possible for your friends to have a treasured place in your heart, and occupy a bigger space than all your kin combined.But those who had never experienced what it felt like to be spurned by their own relatives would not understand this truth in a million years.They would never know that there were times when water ran thicker than blood.

Family. It was just a word…Could see its letters all strung together. But it was a symbol, too. And people thought they knew what it meant…It was a thing everyone had an opinion about—that it was all you had when you didn’t have anything else, that family was there, that blood was thicker than water, whatever. But when Nailer thought about it, most of these words and ideas just seemed like good excuses for people to behave badly and get away with it. Family wasn’t more reliable than marriages or friendships…maybe less…The blood bond was nothing. It was the people that mattered. If they covered your back, and you covered theirs, then maybe that was worth calling family.

We understand that a family is something you make. I grew up hearing 'blood is thicker than water,' and maybe it's true, but in the gay community we've got more than water between us. We've got something stamped onto our DNA, something that marks us as belonging to each other every bit as much as we belong to our birth families. I'm not sure people outside the circle can ever fully understand a connection they've never experienced.

Blood may be thicker than water, but sometimes you need a transfusion.

Blood may be thicker than water, but oil is thicker than both.

The blood of the Covenant runs thicker than the water of the womb

Blood might be thicker than water, but both were thinner than money

The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,

Blood is thicker than water, but water is easier to swallow.

Blood is thicker than water. And nothing can stop the connection between a child and its parent.

Blood is thicker than water.......but Semen is thicker than Blood....

claims that blood is thicker than water, that the ties in a family who share the same genes are stronger, does not understand how love works.

had beloved friends whom I sometimes referred to as family, but our commitments to each other were informal and intermittent, more familial in word than in deed. Blood is thicker than water, my mother had always said when I was growing up, a sentiment I’d often disputed. But it turned out that it didn’t matter whether she was right or wrong. They both flowed out of my cupped palms.

They say blood is thicker than water. I say to hell with that. If blood mistreats you, better water. And if friends prove false, no matter, find better or be alone and be your own best friend.

I'll probably regret saying this, but...for me kin have always been bad news. Warmth and hope came from strangers as they became friends, mentors, allies, etc., while family is the shared trait of those who diminish my happiness and augment my griefs. I know in my bones that blood is not thicker than water.

People always point out how blood is thicker than water, but the part they leave off is that the one thing that's thicker than blood...is pain. That shit will bind people tighter than you'd ever fucking believe.

So often they made her think of the phrase “Blood is thicker than water,” because at times blood was the only bond they shared and she had to remind herself they were family, because at times it was unbelievable they were even related. She loved them, but she hadn’t chosen them.

But it's usually misquoted. Are you familiar with the phrase 'blood is thicker than water'?" I ask. He nods, curious eyes watching me. "The real quote is 'the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,’" I say. And it means the exact opposite of what people assume. It means that the family they choose, the bonds a person makes in life is stronger than that of the connection of blood relatives. Because in the end, the family that a person is born with doesn't always necessarily see you as anything more than a possession or a meal ticket.

It was one of those things everyone had an opinion about—that it was what you had when you didn’t have anything else, that family was always there, that blood was thicker than water, whatever. But when Nailer thought about it, most of those words and ideas just seemed like good excuses for people to behave badly and think they could get away with it. Family wasn’t any more reliable than marriages or friendships or blood-sworn crew, and maybe less.

but the saying that blood was thicker than water didn’t mean jack shit to me because I knew who my family was and blood was something we spilled for one another, not shared.

I learned quickly that blood is not always thicker than water. Sometimes the people that care for us the most are the people we least expect.

Cautionary Tale: Blood is seldom thicker than blood.

And if blood was thicker than water, then football, evidently, would congeal in one’s veins. “And that

We owe some of our family members respect, but do not owe any of them love.

And at the end of the day, was it true that blood ran thicker than water? I didn’t know. I actually didn’t like that saying. Maybe it worked for humans, but it made no sense with vampires.

The original passage is actually, ‘The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,’” I tell him, meeting his eyes. “Contrary to popular belief, it emphasizes that the relationships we choose can be stronger than our family ties. It highlights the value of bonds formed by choice over those we were born into.

The real quote is 'the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,’" I say. And it means the exact opposite of what people assume. It means that the family they choose, the bonds a person makes in life is stronger than that of the connection of blood relatives. Because in the end, the family that a person is born with doesn't always necessarily see you as anything more than a possession or a meal ticket.

The scripture actually reads: The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” Cami explained. “Matthew was talking about oaths, the blood oaths people entered into back then, and how those bonds were stronger and more important than the bonds of family. Today, most scholars read the verse and take it to mean that the promises we make to people, the vows we pledge to friends or lovers or whoever, are stronger

So, blood is thicker than water. What's your point? You need the water to wash away the evidence.

They say that blood is thicker than water, but I've learnt that genuine love is the bonding factor between two people, not necessarily the blood that links them

It's sad to say, but blood isn't always thicker than water,

The Light had failed and with it its children, but these other children-the mortal children, candle-flickers-continud endlessly fighting and dying and returning their blood to the wash of the sorrowful sea. The mortals had a saying, that blood was thicker than water. But to Muire blood was water: the water of the ocean, and the force of the Light upon it.

The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb," I mutter absently.

the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,’ meaning the bonds you make by choice are more important than the ones you’re tied to by

Sebastian may be my brother, but he’d kill me in a second if he thought I’d betray him and involve the police. Blood is thicker than water, my ass. He’d kill me without a second thought.

It’s not like I’m going to be pressing charges. I’m not an idiot. That would be a death sentence for me. Sebastian may be my brother, but he’d kill me in a second if he thought I’d betray him and involve the police. Blood is thicker than water, my ass. He’d kill me without a second thought.

Blood is thicker than water, and twice as cheap.

blood is thicker than water'?" I ask. He nods, curious eyes watching me. "The real quote is 'the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,’" I say. And it means the exact opposite of what people assume. It means that the family they choose, the bonds a person makes in life is stronger than that of the connection of blood relatives. Because in the end, the family that a person is born with doesn't always necessarily see you as anything more than a possession or a meal ticket.

Blood is thicker than water, but it can still be contaminated.

If the dumb bitch knew anything she’d know that putting water in somebody’s gas tank is what will do some damage.

Doss dear," said Cousin Georgiana mournfully, "some day you will discover that blood is thicker than water." "Of course it is. But who wants water to be thick?" parried Valancy. "We want water to be thin--sparkling--crystal-clear.

Sometimes the way to let go of the dead is to put someone else in their place.   Price

Blood is thicker than water, as they say, and money is thicker than blood. Interpret that however you like.

Blood is thicker than water—and many see something ridiculous, or worse, about anyone who doesn’t know this. In his discussion of Gandhi’s autobiography, George Orwell expresses admiration for Gandhi’s courage but is repelled by Gandhi’s rejection of special relationships—of friends and family, of sexual and romantic love. Orwell describes this as “inhuman,” and goes on to say: “The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection, that one is sometimes willing to commit sins for the sake of loyalty, that one does not push asceticism to the point where it makes friendly intercourse impossible, and that one is prepared in the end to be defeated and broken up by life, which is the inevitable price of fastening one’s love upon other human individuals.” To

Shortly after Seward departed, a report arrived from China that the U.S. Navy commodore in command of the American squadron had come to the aid of the Royal Navy during a fierce battle to capture the Taku forts in northeastern China. The U.S. commodore explained his decision to join the fight by declaring “blood is thicker than water.” This

Blood is thicker than water, you hear. Ha! Let me tell you, some blood flows thinner. And some water is as thick as sludge.

You know the saying blood is thicker than water?  Our girlfriends always say ‘chicks are thicker than dicks.’ You just don’t cross those boundaries….EVER. 

blood runs thicker than water.

Italian has fewer words in common with Sardinian than it does with French. And the two languages look very different when written down. For example, the Italian proverb Il sangue non è acqua (the equivalent of “Blood is thicker than water”) in Sardu becomes Su sambene no est abba. The overwhelming majority of Sardinians—about a million people—speak Sardu, which has three dialects of its own.

If I did or said something she didn’t like she stormed out, shouting, ‘I’m never coming to visit you again,’ and stayed away for so long I believed her. But it was never forever. She always came back. We were bonded by something thicker than water, thicker than blood: a tar-dark soup of hate-want-need.

Your friends have made you weak. Did they teach you how to cry like a babe at her mammy's side? Stranders don't cry, Maraly." "I'm not a Strander," she said, looking him in the eye. "Then I'll have to MAKE you one," Claxton barked. "You've got my blood in yer veins, girl, and nothin' can change that. You've got MY name written in yer bones, Maraly Weaver. You can go take yer bath and eat yer fancy food and giggle with yer friend, but you'll always know deep down that you were born in the mud of the Strand, along with the mud of the Blapp, and once that mud gets on you, NOTHIN' ever gets it off." Claxton seemed to know Maraly's deepest fear and was speaking it aloud. She had lain awake at night, fighting to believe that Gammon's fatherly love was real, that the change she had been feeling--the lightening of heart and the almost painful flashes of joy--was more than a silly girlish notion. She thought back to the day of the Battle of Kimera, when Gammon had looked her in the eye and held out his hand and asked if she would let him care for her. Even then something had bubbled up in the dry well of her soul, and over these last months she had felt that spring slowly fill her. With the coming of the warmer sun she had finally allowed herself to believe that the water was pure enough to drink--but every word Claxton spewed poisoned the water, darkened it, muddied it like the Mighty Blapp, and now she felt herself drowning in it. "I'm going to give you one last chance, girl. Either Claxton is yer father or Gammon is. Only one of those names is true to your nature. Answer carefully now. Who's your father?" Maraly shook her head and wept. She wished the Fangs would appear, or more Stranders--she had given up on wishing for Gammon. That sort of thing only happened in storybooks. "WHO'S YOUR FATHER?" Claxton bellowed. He struck her in the mouth. "You're a Strander down to the bone, girl! Who's your father? What do you think runs thicker than blood in your veins?" Maraly mumbled. "What?" Claxton shouted, clenching her throat tighter. She blinked through her tears and took a trembling breath, then looked him in the eye as fiercely as she could manage. "Love." "Love," Claxton sputtered. He snorted with laughter. Maraly sniffled and said, "Love runs stronger than blood. Deeper than any name you could give me." "You worthless dog," Claxton spat. He balled his fingers into a fist and reared back to strike. Maraly smiled through her tears. She knew she had chosen well, because she had BEEN chosen. She believed in her heart that Gammon was even now fighting to find her, that his affection was more real than the hand that gripped her throat and the first that was about to pound her. She closed her eyes and waited for the pain. But Claxton's blow never fell. He gasped and made a choking sound, and his grip on her neck loosened. Maraly crumpled to the ground, looking up at Claxton in confusion. He staggered backward and spun around, and she saw a knife in his back, buried to the hilt. "Maker help you, boy," said [Nurgabog's] thin, quavering voice. "Maker help me too.

Your friends have made you weak. Did they teach you how to cry like a babe at her mammy's side? Stranders don't cry, Maraly." "I'm not a Strander," she said, looking him in the eye. "Then I'll have to MAKE you one," Claxton barked. "You've got my blood in yer veins, girl, and nothin' can change that. You've got MY name written in yer bones, Maraly Weaver. You can go take yer bath and eat yer fancy food and giggle with yer friend, but you'll always know deep down that you were born in the mud of the Strand, along with the mud of the Blapp, and once that mud gets on you, NOTHIN' ever gets it off." Claxton seemed to know Maraly's deepest fear and was speaking it aloud. She had lain awake at night, fighting to believe that Gammon's fatherly love was real, that the change she had been feeling--the lightening of heart and the almost painful flashes of joy--was more than a silly girlish notion. She thought back to the day of the Battle of Kimera, when Gammon had looked her in the eye and held out his hand and asked if she would let him care for her. Even then something had bubbled up in the dry well of her soul, and over these last months she had felt that spring slowly fill her. With the coming of the warmer sun she had finally allowed herself to believe that the water was pure enough to drink--but every word Claxton spewed poisoned the water, darkened it, muddied it like the Mighty Blapp, and now she felt herself drowning in it. "I'm going to give you one last chance, girl. Either Claxton is yer father or Gammon is. Only one of those names is true to your nature. Answer carefully now. Who's your father?" Maraly shook her head and wept. She wished the Fangs would appear, or more Stranders--she had given up on wishing for Gammon. That sort of thing only happened in storybooks. "WHO'S YOUR FATHER?" Claxton bellowed. He struck her in the mouth. "You're a Strander down to the bone, girl! Who's your father? What do you think runs thicker than blood in your veins?" Maraly mumbled. "What?" Claxton shouted, clenching her throat tighter. She blinked through her tears and took a trembling breath, then looked him in the eye as fiercely as she could manage. "Love." "Love," Claxton sputtered. He snorted with laughter. Maraly sniffled and said, "Love runs stronger than blood. Deeper than any name you could give me." "You worthless dog," Claxton spat. He balled his fingers into a fist and reared back to strike. Maraly smiled through her tears. She knew she had chosen well, because she had BEEN chosen. She believed in her heart that Gammon was even now fighting to find her, that his affection was more real than the hand that gripped her throat and the first that was about to pound her. She closed her eyes and waited for the pain. But Claxton's blow never fell. He gasped and made a choking sound, and his grip on her neck loosened. Maraly crumpled to the ground, looking up at Claxton in confusion. He staggered backward and spun around, and she saw a knife in his back, buried to the hilt. "Maker help you, boy," said [Nurgabog's] thin, quavering voice. "Maker help me too.

Blood is thicker than water. True, but blood is about 80 to 90 percent water.

The first of those rules is that you cut toxic people out of your life. No matter who they are, friends or family. You can’t heal when someone is holding you in place. And toxic blood is not thicker than water.

I just know that some people are happier than others, and there’s some rules you have to live by if you want to be one of those people. The first of those rules is that you cut toxic people out of your life. No matter who they are, friends or family. You can’t heal when someone is holding you in place. And toxic blood is not thicker than water.

just know that some people are happier than others, and there’s some rules you have to live by if you want to be one of those people. The first of those rules is that you cut toxic people out of your life. No matter who they are, friends or family. You can’t heal when someone is holding you in place. And toxic blood is not thicker than water.

Blood is thicker than water

Turns out blood isn't thicker than water, after all. All of us here, we're in this together. We'll go down in flames, together, too. A burning inferno. Screaming in the night about the things that came before.

He remembered being blinded by his father's light. He remembered refusing to abandon his brothers and sisters, beneath a blue sky at high-sun, far from the city of Desh'ea. He remembered the mechanical thunder of absolute betrayal, when he was stolen from the death he'd so richly earned. He remembered the cold moment of truth as he stood in the dark, his hurting eyes healing, that every day he breathed was an unwanted gift. He was walking another man's destiny now. His destiny was to be with the men and women who needed him, who called for him, who followed him into the mountains, and died without him. A destiny denied. He was Angron of Desh'ea. After that, nothing mattered. He'd listened to the others that begged him, that needed it all to matter. He'd played their games, living another man's life. He'd led his fleets, he'd embraced his sons, he'd told himself that blood was thicker than water, and that the Eaters of Worlds were the army he wanted and the horde he deserved. He'd sustained himself on lies, letting none see how he starved. And he served in his cold-hearted father's empire, enduring the silent sneers of brothers he despised.

Blood is thicker than water, and no matter what, we have one another’s backs.

The skin on his palm was thicker than the hide on a man's heel, but across it and between the fingers were deep raw cracks from the cold and the salt which would never heal, not until he settled ashore. And that was not likely to be anytime soon, for when a man's got salt water in his blood and a sea wind in his lungs, neither wife nor land can keep him from the waves.

Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

We always get that saying wrong: blood is thicker than water. That’s not the full saying. The full saying is: The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. Meaning, chosen bonds with friends or strangers are often closer and more significant than family bonds. We often spend so much time trying to right wrongs with family because they’re family, and we can destroy ourselves and our understanding of what true love, acceptance, and relationship should be in the process.

Blood is thicker than water.

They say blood is thicker than water, sure. But sometimes found family is thickest of all.