Silence Is The Tortured Man's Revenge.

But The Soul Has No Culture. The Soul Has No Nations. The Soul Has No Colour Or Accent Or Way Of Life. The Soul Is Forever. The Soul Is One. And When The Heart Has Its Moment Of Truth And Sorrow, The Soul Can't Be Stilled.

The Choice You Make, Between Hating And Forgiving, Can Become The Story Of Your Life.

But In A Way You Can Say That After Leaving The Sea, After All Those Millions Of Years Of Living Inside Of The Sea, We Took The Ocean With Us. When A Woman Makes A Baby, She Gives It Water, Inside Her Body, To Grow In. That Water Inside Her Body Is Almost Exactly The Same As The Water Of The Sea. It Is Salty, By Just The Same Amount. She Makes A Little Ocean, In Her Body. And Not Only This. Our Blood And Our Sweating, They Are Both Salty, Almost Exactly Like The Water From The Sea Is Salty. We Carry Oceans Inside Of Us, In Our Blood And Our Sweat. And We Are Crying The Oceans, In Our Tears.

Some Loves Are Like That. Your Heart Starts To Feel Like An Overcrowded Lifeboat. You Throw Your Pride Out To Keep It Afloat, & Your Self-respect & Independence. After A While You Start Throwing People Out - Friends, Everyone You Know. & It's Still Not Enough. The Lifeboat Is Still Sinking, & You Know It's Going To Take You Down With It. I've Seen That Happen To A Lot Of People. I Think That's Why I'm Sick Of Love. - Karla

There's No Heart Like The Indian Heart.