A Quote by Michael Jackson

I'm just like anyone. I cut and I bleed. And I embarass easily. — © Michael Jackson
I'm just like anyone. I cut and I bleed. And I embarass easily.
The most important value I've taught my children is respect for every creed, colour or race. When we bleed, we bleed the same blood. I've always taught my kids never to look down on anyone or to not have anyone look down on them.
People never think of entertainers as being human. When you walk out on stage, the audience think, 'Nothing can go wrong with them.' We get sick and we have headaches just like they do. When we are cut, we bleed.
People never think of entertainers as being human. When you walk out on stage, the audience think, Nothing can go wrong with them. We get sick and we have headaches just like they do. When we are cut, we bleed.
It's just I might get distracted, and I get lost kind of easily, and sometimes I have really bad days...when, you know, I just want to hide or scream or bleed or something, and...all that...
I'm just a guy. If you hit me, I hurt, and if you cut me, I bleed.
If we only knew how many times our seemingly clever comment cut straight into the heart of the person with whom we have just spoken, it is we who would bleed.
Words are alive. Cut them and they bleed.
If you cut him, (John Bunyan) he'd bleed Scripture!
Cut these words and they would bleed; they are vascular and alive.
If you cut Jamie Carragher open, he'll bleed red.
If you cut me open I bleed East London.
If Rilke cut himself shaving, he would bleed poetry.
The main thing is to not cut yourself and bleed to death in the tub.
In wrestling, people just throw each other around, possibly actually bleed, and are still friends in the locker room afterwards. But there's a real glee - a feeling goes up in the arena, especially on non-TV days. If it's just people in a room and somebody starts to bleed, that's very exciting.
As the most generous vine, if it is not pruned, runs out into many superfluous stems, and grows at last weak and fruitless; so dote the best man, if he be not cut short of his desires and pruned with afflictions. If it be painful to bleed, it is worse to wither. Let me be pruned, that I may grow, rather than be cut up to burn.
That was when I cut my arms with a razor blade as a means of creative expression. I only did it lightly, just grazing the skin, to see the way the blood would bleed out, to make myself look tougher. Not like some of those kids who keep going deeper and deeper, wondering what they look like down to the bone, because it's a world that's so close and yet so far and so dangerous and so much their own. The only world that is their own.
This site uses cookies to ensure you get the best experience. More info...
Got it!