“We may be just a drop in the ocean, but even the ocean envies the depth of our love.”

“I hope every night is stunning where you are. In my words, you are a legend.”

“I'd love to wake up to complete silence, white sheets, and the smell of crisp air and roses.”

“I visit you in my dreams and you talk to me in songs. Each sentence is a bridge taking me closer to the city that you are.”

“If you think my waistline defines my worth, you are not worth my time anyways.”

“I am all things, I am not your words. I am defined by me.”

“Theres no value in digging shallow wells in a hundred places. Decide on one place and dig deep. Even if you encounter a rock, use dynamite and keep going down. If you leave that to dig another well...”

“There are not enough days in forever to allow me to fully express the depth of my love for you.”

“We look into each other's eyes as we shake. His are still full of death and horror, but in them I see my face reflected, and inside my tiny eyes inside his, I think I see some hope.”

“Today I want to belong. I want to feel safe and at home. I want to be aware of what it is like simply to be, without defenses or desires. I will appreciate the flow of life for what it is-my own tr...”

“Nature reflects the moods of the wizard.”

“My calling ties me to no office, makes me no man's slave, compels me to no action which my soul condemns. It sets me free from town life, which I loathe; and allows me to breathe clean air, to exer...”

“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...”