“Grey rocks, and greyer sea, And surf along the shore -- And in my heart a name My lips shall speak no more. ”
“On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles. We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.”
“Even the sky was grey. Grey and grey and greyer. The whole world grey, everywhere you look, everything grey except the eyes of the bride. The eyes of the bride were brown. Big and brown and full of fear.”
“My name, from his lips. It still made my heart leap.”
“We live along the shores of night,At the edge of the eternal sea.”
“O what a blessed day that will be when I shall . . . stand on the shore and look back on the raging seas I have safely passed; when I shall review my pains and sorrows, my fears and tears, and possess the glory which was the end of all!”