Bleeding Quotes

“Opera is when a guy gets stabbed in the back and, instead of bleeding, he sings.”
― Robert Benchley

“It's so trendy, almost bleeding to death. All the cool girls are doing it.”
― Francine Pascal, Fearless

“It's easier to bleed than sweat, Mr. Motes.”
― Flannery O'Connor, Wise Blood

“They're fake bullets, so why do I feel like Im bleeding out?”
― Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care

“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.”
― Markus Zusak, Underdog

“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 flinch, every flicker of pain, will be
magnified a hundred times over, then dissected by the pundits and talking heads. But I’m told it’s necessary; the world needs to see me vulnerable and wounded. I cannot appear not to care or to lack remorse, but that removes a crucial component of my self- defense mechanism and leaves me bleeding for all the world to see. I suppose that’s rather the point.”
― Ann Aguirre, Aftermath

“If Ketterdam has taught me anything, it's that you can always bleed a little more.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

“Love a man who'll bleed to make a point. (Candy)”
― Richard Kadrey, Sandman Slim

“Bleeding isn't optional for most of us.”
― Eileen Wilks, On the Prowl

“WITH BLEEDING INSIDE THE HEAD
THERE IS A METALLIC TASTE AT
THE BACK OF THE THROAT.”
― Jenny Holzer

“... the city around us seemed colder than ever again, and I realised that even if it really had sensed something going on, it certainly didn't care. It moved forward again. I could feel it. I could almost hear it laugh and taste it. Close. Watching. Mocking. And it was cold, so cold, as it watched my sister bleeding at the back of our house.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“One day I'm a normal person with a normal life,” he said. “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 seemed like the only way at the time.”
― Tyler Hamilton, The Secret Race: Inside the Hidden World of the Tour de France: Doping, Cover-ups, and Winning at All Costs

“Your hands are bound, too. Do you bleed often?'

'I try not to.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I should be arguing vehemently with doctors, demanding results, I should be surrounded by people who are bleeding and screaming and shocking one another with defibrillators.”
― Dan Chaon, Stay Awake

“I want the world to bleed when it brushes up against me.”
― Jonathan Douglas Duran, I Am the Fire That Flares Up Again

“His sword sinks into my side, into my stomach.

I look up at him for a moment, eyes wide.

He seems as surprised as I feel.

Somehow, despite knowing better, part of me still believed he would pull a killing blow.

Madoc, who was my father ever since he murdered my father. Madoc, who taught me how to swing a sword to actually hit someone and not just their blade. Madoc, who sat me on his knee and read to me and told me he loved me.

I fall to my knees. My legs have collapsed under me. His blade comes free, slick with my blood. My leg is wet with it. I am bleeding out.

I know what happens next. He's going to deliver the final blow. Lopping off my head. Stabbing through my heart. The strike that's a kindness, really. After all, who wants to die slowly when you can die fast?

Me.

I don't want to die fast. I don't want to die at all.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“Let me go.'

'I don't know if I should.' His thumb moved in an idle circle along the inside of my wrist as he said. 'Someone is likely to be very irritated if you stab me, and I end up bleeding all over the bed.'

'You could always clean up after yourself.'

'There's something innately wrong with the idea of being stabbed and then having to clean up my own blood.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“I bled out on the floor
but no one knew because
I locked the door.
I cried loudly,
and hid it proudly.
That's what I exist for.
I died a little bit that day,
but no one knew,
so no one came.”
― Ashley Rose

“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 bloedt hij verder.”
― Hermann Hesse

“Nineteen police officers watched over two teachers and nineteen young children bleeding to death.”
― Steven Magee

“A breeze announced his arrival- and I turned from the table toward the long hall, to the open glass doors to the garden.

I'd forgotten how huge he was in this form- forgotten the curled horns and lupine face, the bearlike body that moved with feline fluidity. His green eyes glowed in the darkness, fixing on me, and as the doors snicked shut behind him, the clicking of claws on marble filled the hall. I stood still- not daring to flinch, to move a muscle.

He limped slightly. And in the moonlight, dark, shining stains were left in his wake.

He continued toward me, stealing the air from the entire hell. He was so big that the space felt cramped, like a cage. The scrape of claw, a huff of uneven breathing, the dripping of blood.

Between one step and the next, he changed forms, and I squeezed my eyes shut at the blinding flash. When at last my eyes adjusted to the returning darkness, he was standing in front of me.

Standing, but- not quite there. No sign of the baldric, or his knives. His clothes were in shreds- long, vicious slashes that made me wonder how he wasn't gutted and dead. BUt the muscled skin peered out beneath his shirt was smooth, unharmed.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Another splatter of blood on the marble. 'Where can we clean up your hand?'

He lifted his head to look at me again. Still and silent and weary. Then he said, 'There's a small infirmary.'

I wanted to tell myself that it was probably the most useful thing I'd learned all night. But as I followed him there, avoiding the blood he trailed, I thought of what Lucien had told me about his isolation, that burden, thought of what Tamlin had mentioned about how these estates should not have been his, and felt... sorry for him.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Period? Ibuprofen, Netflix and recline!”
― Steven Magee

“Then Cassian screamed. I looked toward him. Away from my father.

Not twenty feet away, Cassian was on the ground. Wings- snapped in spots. Blood leaking from them.

Bone jutted from his thigh. His siphons were dull. Empty.

He'd already drained them before coming here. Was exhausted.

But he had come- for her. For us.

He was panting, blood dribbling from his nose. Arms buckling as he tried to rise.

The King of Hybern stood over him, and extended a hand.

Cassian arched off the ground, bellowing in pain. A bone cracked somewhere in his body.

'Stop.'

The King looked over a shoulder as Nesta stepped forward. Cassian mouthed for her to run, blood escaping from his lips and onto the moss beneath him.

Nesta took in his broken body, the pain in Cassian's eyes, and angled her head.

The movement was not human. Not Fae.

Purely animal.

Purely predator.

And when her eyes lifted to the king again... 'I am going to kill you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Sorrengail,' Xaden says, and my eyes fly open. 'You're leaking.' His gaze drops pointedly to my hands.

Where blood is dripping from my fingertips.

Pain erupts, pushing past my mental dam like a raging river at the sight of the mess I've made of my palms. I've shredded them.

'Do something about it,' he orders.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Let me go.'
'I don't know if I should.' His thumb moved in an idle circle along the inside of my wrist as he said. 'Someone is likely to be very irritated if you stab me, and I end up bleeding all over the bed.'

'You could always clean up after yourself.'

'There's something innately wrong with the idea of being stabbed and then having to clean up my own blood.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“but that was about the time I noticed I was bleeding out. Screamin’ my girly ass off took priority from that point.”
― J.s. morin, Tech, Lies, and Wizardry

“Where do broken hearts go?
Do Angels heal them, though
the ruby love refuses stitches?”
― Preethi Saravanakumar, Scribblings Of My Soul

“Words are like water: once they have escaped one’s mouth, they’re spilled onto the floor. Words are like knives, leaving invisible wounds that continue to bleed.”
― Nguyễn Phan Quế Mai, The Mountains Sing

“A woman on her period can get dangerous very quickly!”
― Steven Magee