I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
You don't get there the easy way. If you feel sorry for yourself, and you let yourself go down, you will drown.
I was early taught by sorrow to shed tears, and now when sudden joy lights up, or any unexpected sorrow strikes my heart, I find it difficult to repress the full and swelling tide of feeling.
Sometimes you meet people who can't swim. And I always think: 'Oh my God, that's extraordinary.' For me, it's always been a treat... I just feel really happy in the water.
I remember one day sitting at the pool and suddenly the tears were streaming down my cheeks. Why was I so unhappy? I had success. I had security. But it wasn't enough. I was exploding inside.
After my cancer diagnosis, I really took my swimming to a new level.
Oh! Most miserable wretch that I am! Why have I not learnt how to swim?
Swimming took up so much of my faculties, and for so long, I was willing to give it everything.
I don't want to be submerged by depression.
My sister was drowning in the ocean once, and my brother and I dove in and saved her. True story. She owes us her life. It's great leverage; we abuse it all the time!
People who drink to drown their sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim.