Until you make peace with your difficult memories, that pain will continue to bleed into your current and future experiences.
We have scarcely gotten home. . . when our children's sneezes greet us, skinned knees bleed after waiting all day to do so. There is the bellyache and the burned-out basement bulb, the stalled car and the incontinent cat. The windows frost, the toilets sweat, the body of our spouse is one cold shoulder and the darkness of our bedroom is soon full of the fallen shadows of our failures.
I'll just bleed so the stars can have something dark to shine in
The tragedy is that we cannot believe the dogmas of religion and metaphysics if we have the strict methods of truth in heart and head, but on the other hand, we have become through the development of humanity so tenderly suffering that we need the highest kind of means of salvation and consolation: whence arises the danger that man may bleed to death through the truth that he realises.
Very often, or perhaps more often, and even in very good collections - even in some of the best collections ever written, I would argue - it's because our "voicier" writers hew so closely to one given set of dictional tics that we as readers can't read the books all the way through in a single sitting, because if we did, the stories and their narrators would all start to bleed together.
No question I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed.
And it's the wonders I'm after, even if I have to bleed for them.
Whip us 'till we're on the floor, we'll turn around and ask for more, we're Phèdre's Boys! We like to hurt, we like to bleed, daily floggings do we need, we're Phèdre's Boys! Man or woman, we don't care, give us twins we'll take the pair! We're Phèdre's Boys!. . . But just because we let you beat us, doesn't mean you can defeat us, we're Phèdre's Boys!
All good writing is built one good line at a time. You build a novel the same way you do a pyramid. One word, one stone at a time, underneath a full moon while the fingers bleed.
The heaviness leaves, and if I'm patient enough it can be replaced by something I need, somthing that would fill instead of drown and let me breathe instead of bleed.
Jason patted me on the back. “Tomorrow night we'll take you out chasing deer. ” “I thought you'd chase cars,” I said. He grinned. “What fun is that? Cars don't bleed.
You can accept or reject the way you are treated by other people. But until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed.
I believe in freedom Freedom's apparently all I need But who's ever been free in this world? Who has never had to bleed in this world?
I write in blood because I remember what it felt like to bleed.
Don't be attracted to easy paths because the paths that make your feet bleed are the only way to get ahead in life.
You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.
The soul, too has her virginity and must bleed a little before bearing fruit.
I'm only human, and I bleed when I fall down.
If you keep picking a scab it will bleed and never heal. If you keep dragging the pain of the past up, it will never heal.
The only book that is worth writing is the one we don’t have the courage or strength to write. The book that hurts us (we who are writing), that makes us tremble, redden, bleed