“Because if I fell any deeper for the way his eyes crinkled with his smile or his habit of tapping on his nose to emphasize a point, my ship would be sunk.”

“Too late; my awkwardness had already made an unforgettable appearance, so, of course, I couldnt be let off the hook.”

“What bothered me the most was the hesitation in his voice when he said that like he was running out of time.”

“If youre supposed to work with someone, Id recommend not getting all hot and bothered with them the night before. The word of the day was tense.”

“Flirt with the old ladies and youll be fine, I muttered, shoving my stuff into the cubby. He hung his green hoodie on the hooks right beside me. Is that how you get by? Doesnt work on the old ladie...”

“The choice lay out for me. Stay on land or plunge into the icy depths of the sea. I always chose the sea.”

“The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each...”

“Tonight was... well, it was perfect for me too. You've turned my world upside down. I've fallen in love with you, chica, and it scares the fuckin' shit outta me. I've been shakin' all night, becaus...”

“Love must not entreat,' she added, 'or demand. Love must have the strength to become certain within itself. Then it ceases merely to be attracted and begins to attract.”

“The breeze across the desert as the light died was so sweet she could almost drink it.”

“I find peace where the sun kissed leaves dance in the melody of the cool breeze that floats through the air.”

“A stream of primal voicesWhispering in the breeze of your heartTo urge you on.”

“At such times, under an abated sun; afloat all day upon smooth, slow heaving swells; seated in his boat, light as a birch canoe; and so sociably mixing with the soft waves themselves, that like hea...”

“Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above t...”

“When Rachel Carson accepted the National Book Award, she said, 'if there is poetry in my book about the sea it is not because I deliberately put it there but because no one could write truthfully a...”