A Quote by Richard Branson

Like getting into a bleeding competition with a blood bank. — © Richard Branson
Like getting into a bleeding competition with a blood bank.
We are not outraged by blood. We see blood all the time. Blood is pervasive in movies, television, and video games. Yet, we are outraged by the fact that one openly discusses bleeding from an area that we try to claim ownership over.
I'm gonna take you to the bank, Senator Trent. To the blood bank!
The blues was bleeding the same blood as me.
For about 175,000 people, Chiranjeevi Blood Bank has supplied blood for free in times of emergency. This is because of the service-oriented attitude of Mega fans.
He tried to reconstruct the story in his mind, but it kept getting confused, bleeding into itself like watercolors.
You have no idea how much pain I'm in. It's like being cut open every day, bleeding onto the stones. I can't understand how any of you failed to see the blood.
The kind of society which we still have is maybe, in some cases, getting worse. Competition is becoming a virtue. Intense competition drives people to go more and more into self-interest. Even to see other folks as competition.
...the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.
I have three words for you," EMT Guy said. "Possible internal bleeding." I turned back to him. "Don't you think if I was bleeding internally, I'd know somewhere deep inside? Like, internally?
You trivialize the idea of competition totally, then there's no point in having the competition in the first place, and everybody is getting a trophy.
Blood trickles from my throat, on to Kate's white nightgown. She screams at the sight. 'Jarrod, you're bleeding!' 'I'm all right, don't struggle I won't let it get to you.
Giving Cristiano that much time and space on the ball is like giving Dracula the keys to the blood bank
We have created a new demonstration program to allow families with a sick child who could be helped with a cord blood transplant from a sibling to bank cord blood from newborns should they decide to have another child.
So John took out of his pocket A knife both long and sharp, And stuck it through his brother's heart, And the blood came pouring down. Says John to William, "Take off thy shirt, And tear it from gore to gore, And wrap it round your bleeding heart, And the blood will pour no more.
Life is a velvet crowbar hitting you over the head, youre bleeding syrup amour, bleeding to death.
And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine Burned like the ruby fire set In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine, Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate, Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.
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