I wouldn't characterise myself as a bleeding heart liberal, whatever that is.
And this is woman's fate: all her affections are called into life by winning flatteries, and then thrown back upon themselves to perish; and her heart, her trusting heart, filled with weak tenderness, is left to bleed or break!
I'm a bleeding heart. I see lots of things to bleed about.
Society must take every means at its disposal to defend itself against the emergence of a parallel power which defies the elected power.
I bleed like nobody else.
Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."
Never, never mind your bleeding heart.
Writing is really very easy. Tap a vein and bleed onto the page. Everything else is just technical.
I must warn you right here and now that I am a 'wet leftie,' a 'leftist' and also a member of the 'bleeding heart liberal left.' I had no say in it whatsoever. I woke up one morning, and these things were tattooed across my forehead.
But it was like a dance across a field strewn with razors, and I bled with every step I took.
If you look hard at it, if you look hard at the bleeding heart attitude to always throw money at issues, throw money at problems, what you're in fact probably saying is you're exercising a prejudicism of low expectations.
So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds, And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds.
Love lies bleeding in the bed whereover Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading: Earth lies laughing where the sun's dart clove her: Love lies bleeding.
