My heart does sometimes bleed for those who are hurting in my own country and abroad.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Our own sorrows seem heavy enough, even when lifted by certain long-term joys. But watching others hurt is the breaker of most any heart.
A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
I still find that a kind of stricture of the heart happens when I see any form of bigoted or racist behaviour. I get an actual pain in my heart.
From afar, I have cried watching my nation, sore with prejudice, slowly heal itself. I hurt along with America, my phantom pains only alleviated by work I do every day - art.
What breaks my heart is suffering of any kind. Too often, our world is divisive and cruel where it needs to be uniting and loving.
The less you open your heart to others, the more your heart suffers.
Everybody has a heart. Except some people.
A heart that hurts is a heart that works.
If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.
Pay mind to your own life, your own health, and wholeness. A bleeding heart is of no help to anyone if it bleeds to death.