A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
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Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.
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If you don't like my opinions leave. But just remember, the animals can’t leave the cages that hold them. They are captive and suffering. As you cozy into your bed tonight, try to imagine the pain and the suffering that they endure day after day and night after night. Next time you get some soap in your eyes, try to imagine that pain for 3 or 4 days at a time. Next time you have a stomach ache, try to imagine liquid plumber being poured down your throat till you puke so much blood that you bleed to death. Next time you bump your head, try to imagine being a monkey and getting a steel plate smashed into your skull at 50 miles per hour. Then, only then should you feel compelled to tell me that I’m wrong about my opinions. For all these things have happened in the name of science. They continue in abundance till this day.
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Who made the world I cannot tell 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
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Misfortunes leave wounds which bleed drop by drop even in sleep thus little by little they train man by force and dispose him to wisdom in spite of himself. Man must learn to think of himself as a limited and dependent being and only suffering teaches him this.
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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.
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Of all things upon earth that bleed and grow, a herb most bruised is woman.
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From my close observation of writers...they fall into two groups 1) those who bleed copiously and visibly at any bad review, and 2) those who bleed copiously and secretly at any bad review.
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Boxing is smoky halls and kidneys battered until they bleed.
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The wound kills that does not bleed. It has no nurse nor kin to know Nor kin to care.
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I was very strange back then. I could see I had problems. I would sit in a closet a lot of the time and not come out, or I would sit up on top of my desk, or under my desk, or do weird things like get my wisdom teeth out and bleed all over the hallways.
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Trent I'm making Gretzky's head bleed for super-fan 99 over here
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I'm just like anyone. I cut and I bleed. And I embarass easily
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You live, you learn You love, you learn You cry, you learn You lose, you learn You bleed, you learn You scream, you learn
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I ain't got time to bleed.
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I watched a small man with thick calluses on both hands work 15 and 16 hours a day. I saw him once literally bleed from the bottoms of his feet, a man who came here uneducated, alone, unable to speak the language, who taught me all I needed to know about faith and hard work by the simple eloquence of his example.
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The more you sweat during peace, The less you bleed during war.
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The more we sweat in peace the less we bleed in war.
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The more you sweat in peace, the less you bleed in war.
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Are you gonna do something, or are you just gonna stand there and bleed?
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The problem with the cutting edge is that someone has to bleed.
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If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
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Somebody may beat me, but they are going to have to bleed to do it.
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We, soldiers of a different sort, We, wasters of ink and page, We, warriors of words, Masters of melancholy, harlots of the pen, We bleed these volumes, and expect only absolution.
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Words are alive; cut them and they bleed.
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Brutus. How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport, That now on Pompey's basis lies along,...
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Burning lies led to my silent cries Keeping it inside I've got everything to hide. lustful desire, a burning fire You are the flame, You are to blame. Beautiful light deliver me from fright dreams full of lust. Or is the dream dreaming us? PHYSICAL PAIN don't call me insane. I don't want to be dead but all beautiful colors bleed to red
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Every time I hear the name Joe Louis my nose starts to bleed.
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There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
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