“...The heart mourns people and places and returns to them in dreams...”
“I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deedsWith coldness still returning;Alas! the gratitude of menHas oftener left me mourning.”
“...Or should you mourn the rapist, which I guess Christians mourn the people who kill them too.”
“My dreams had to be His dreams, the ones He placed in my heart. They couldn't be the ones I thought I should have, or needed for the purpose of making other people like me.”
“In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.”
“Even though I complain sometimes," it said, "it's because I'm the heart of a person, and people's hearts are that way. People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams, because they feel that they don't deserve them, or that they'll be unable to achieve them.”