“Sorrow is like the ocean and sometimes I wish my heart would stop.”

“I do so wish my breasts would stop staring at your eyes.”

“I still love you. And sometimes, my friend, the love that I have, and can't give to you, crushes the breath from my chest. Sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.”

“I wish sometimes that I just didn't have to think about any of this, and could drone away my life. It would be easier.”

“In the ocean-like virtue of the Bodhimind
That brings joy to all beings
And in accomplishing the well-being of others,
I lift up my heart and rejoice.”

“Your heart is like the ocean, mysterious and dark.”

“I have put my arm round her waist, and I am shaken by the sorrow which agitates her chest and throat, and sometimes shakes her rudely, the sorrow which does not belong to me, which belongs to no one, and is like a divinity.”

“I wish to weep
but sorrow is
stupid.
I wish to believe
but belief is a
graveyard.”

“Sometimes when I'm alone
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confide in,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes…
I Cry
and no one cares about why.”

“Sometimes I wish I wasn't as conscious as I am. It would be so much easier.”