“The salt of his tears tastes like the sea and I don't see the shore.”
“When the windowpanes start to turn from black to gray, my sisters cradle themselves around me, rocking me like the sea until I can taste the salt of our tears”
“The cure for anything is salt water — sweat, tears, or the salt sea.”
“Jenna ",he groaned. And when he licked his lips, he tasted the salt of his own tears.”
“You took something of mine when you returned to the sea.You took my heart. The wind sighed. The salt air touched his lips like a cool kiss, like the taste of tears.”
“Do you know a cure for me?""Why yes," he said, "I know a cure for everything. Salt water.""Salt water?" I asked him."Yes," he said, "in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea.”