A mind can bleed a heart to death.

But it was like a dance across a field strewn with razors, and I bled with every step I took.

You never forget your first and true love, Ayden Grey. Not officially, not ever.

Bleeding for a decadeFor a decade,We bleed like there is no hell but the earthWe bleed like we were born to dare We bleed like there is nothing alive inside.We find a clueAfter a decadeBleeding...

It is early, early morning. It’s that time when it’s still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.

You’re badly wounded.You’re bleeding but not cut.You feel like dying but you’re not.It’s a Love accident an emotional injury.You are not going to the hospital, aren’t you?You don’t need medicines and first aides, don’t you?You...

Women are seen as imperfect or unclean, because of a myth of a tempting apple, because they bleed monthly, because they lack equivalent upper body strength.

Uit deze belevenissen, die niemand ziet, bestaat de innerlijke, wezenlijke lijn van ons lot. Zulk een breuk en scheur groeit weer dicht, hij heelt en wordt vergeten, maar in de diepst verborgen hoek leeft en...

The next I’m standing on a street corner in Madrid with a secret phone and a hole in my arm and I’m bleeding all over, hoping I don’t get arrested. It was completely crazy. But...

It’s easier to bleed than sweat, Mr. Motes.

Opera is when a guy gets stabbed in the back and, instead of bleeding, he sings.

It’s a thin line between what we’re calling acceptable and not acceptable. As a leader, you’re supposed to know when not to cross it. But how do you know? Does the army teach us how...

Love a man who’ll bleed to make a point. (Candy)

It’s so trendy, almost bleeding to death. All the cool girls are doing it.

You can learn things from a heart so bleedingWhen love bargains with deceitful pleading Hours soar from dawn to dawn splitting your time Don’t hear melody from a soundless chime

I feel like a real dead one: having neither blood to bleed nor any flesh or bone to feel the scars; yet I want to hold on to my spirit.

Many people and poets, especially, talk of love, without thought, without fear, without knowing,what it is, what it can make of usLove is not just grace and beauty, dandelions, a perfect song and rainbows in...

So I make no effort to hide my pain. I don’t ever put it all on display like this—but for today and all the rest of the days of the trial, I must. My every...

It felt as if she were bleeding – but it wasn’t blood that leaked out of her, not something that could be easily transfused. Instead she was losing her dreams.