Quotes About Bleed

As a designer I like to work with fabrics that don't bleed. That's why I avoid all animal skins.

The night was without stars or horizon. The sea and sky bled ink into each other.

the sacred art of leaving I only had to be cut once to know how to bleed I know why we tend to love most those who know how to leave Take my hand and let me tell you All but my love will soon be gone And the exit wound will be quick and clean So the sacred art of leaving passes on. Billy Franks

I want to walk in the desert tonight. I want the wind to pass over me. I want to let the poison bleed through the soles of my feet into the desert floor. I want to starve the monster. I want to punish it with thoughts of clean night wind. The

Look, it's the same color as mine. Don't be fooled by that. People are. But prick an imbecile and he'll bleed crimson. So will a dog.

There is the press and there is entertainment. It's only when we allow them to bleed into each other that we get into difficulty.

More people worry themselves to death than bleed to death.

How was yer first time, Jamie? Did ye bleed?" shouted Rupert

I had understood gods could bleed, but I had never seen it. He was one of the greatest of our kind, and the drops that fell from him were golden, smearing his back with a terrible beauty.

Hail, Columbia! happy land! Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band! Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause.

Sometimes humans can't help but let emotion bleed through into the feed.

Yes, I'm fine, I'd sent her over the feed. It's a good thing I don't bleed like a human because hostile marine fauna was about all this situation needed. I've got everything under fucking control, okay. "No, it says it's fine," I heard her relaying to the others on our comm. "Well, yes, it's furious.")

He sees death in the prostitutes who have witnessed the death of honor, and daily multiply the death of love, who bleed away their own lives 50 times a day beneath the relentless stabbings of countless conjugations.

If there's delight in love, 'tis when I see That heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me

Borders are scratched across the hearts of men By strangers with a calm, judicial pen, And when the borders bleed we watch with dread The lines of ink across the map turn red.

Love is the soul of the world, though its body bleeds, and we must learn to bleed with it. Love is also the seed and milk and the fruit of the world, though we can partake of it in greed or reverence. We are born, we eat, and learn, and die. We leave a tracery of messages in the lives of others, a little shifting of the soil, a stone moved from here to there, a word uttered, a song, a poem left behind. I was here, each of these declare. I was here.

We came to know that love is the soul of the world, though its body bleeds, and we must learn to bleed with it.

The memory was so vivid that, like a fresh scab, he was sure he would start to bleed if he picked at it.

Contact would hurt, might be fatal, and yet she couldn't stop herself. Obsession or compulsion, she didn't know, but she did know that before this was over, she'd either end up in Dmitri's bed . . . or one of them would bleed darkest red.