“I can’t let you break my heart. I don’t have much of it left.”
“No. I can't let you break my heart. I don't have much of it left.”
“If I can’t see the bottom, I don’t know how much is left. Why does my love have to be so thick? I suppose because it keeps the engine of your heart running smooth. ”
“Though I probably didn't have much of a heart left to break, you broke mine, and now I can hardly breathe. I need you.”
“I am not too happy with terms like “the left”, to be honest. And I don’t use it much….if by “the left” you mean people who are committed to peace and justice and freedom and so on, there can’t be elements of the left opposed to workers’ movement, at least under that definition.”
“My world slowed and I closed my eyes. “I am going to give you my heart now,” I whispered. “Please don’t break it again.”