“The soul maintains it's deathly sleep and the heart bleeds from a thousand wounds”
“I appear at times merry and in good heart, talk, too,before others quite reasonably, and it looks as tho I felt, too, God knows how well within my skin. Yet the soul maintains its deathly sleep and the heart bleeds from a thousand wounds.”
“Pain and guilt tore through him. His soul was bleeding to death. He stood there, waiting to die. How could he not? But such wounds were not fatal.”
“Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go.”
“A thousand souls could not tear your heart from me...”
“The most beautiful heart of all is the one that can still love even while it bleeds, and especially after its been broken into thousands of pieces.”