Hire myself out to whom? What beast must I worship? What sacred images should I destroy? What hearts shall I break? What lies am I supposed to believe? March through whose blood?

To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?

For my love, I will wade through an ocean of blood, even if it destroys me

I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.

Don't trust the heart, it wants your blood.

You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.

In order to maintain our way of living, we must tell lies to each other, and especially to ourselves.

Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels,
I would go up and wash them from sweet wells,
Even with truths that lie too deep for taint.

I tell you this to break your heart, by which I mean only that it break open and never close again to the rest of the world.

For us to maintain our way of living, we must tell lies to each other and especially to ourselves. The lies are necessary because, without them, many deplorable acts would become impossibilities.

Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts

They tell me I must wade into waters, where I will soon drown. Before I march in, I leave this on the shore for you. I pray you find it, sister, so you will know what was in my heart as I went under.

We live by waters breaking out of the heart.

Sometimes, for the soul to thrive, the heart needs to be broken, son.