Bleeding Quote by Oscar Wilde

“The red priestess shuddered. Blood trickled down her thigh, black and smoking. The fire was inside her, an agony, an ecstasy, filling her, searing…

— George R.R. Martin

Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.

— Jessica Sorensen

She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.

— Edmund Spenser

Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely…

— William Shakespeare

There were crimson roses on the bench; they looked like splashes of blood.

— Dorothy L. Sayers

To give you the rose that's been burnt by her son.

— Misfits

My lady's presence makes the roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame.

— Henry Constable

“They blossom ever where you tread... Wild roses bloody red.”

— L.J. Smith

“The pale whiteness of her upturned face as she choked on the smoke; the tangled length of her hair as she tried to shake…

— Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

There was the blue sky above her and all those many roses, the ones that gave off the scent of cloves in the rain…

— Alice Hoffman

Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.

— Edith Wharton

“Why did you pour tender fire so quickly, over my life’s cool leaves? Who pointed the way to you? What flower, what rock, what…

— Pablo Neruda