“A love gone bad, a sea of bitterness: such an everyday thing. As ordinary as the tide, and perhaps as relentless. But tides turned, too.”
“Tides do what tides do–they turn.”
“We meet again, at the turn of the tide. A great storm is coming, but the tide has turned.”
“Love. The wide sea that one word conjures up, all the currents and tides and storms and oily swells of it.”
“Moon and SeaYou are the moon, dear love, and I the sea:The tide of hope swells high within my breast,And hides the rough dark rocks of life's unrestWhen your fond eyes smile near in perigee.But when that loving face is turned from me,Low falls the tide, and the grim rocks appear,And earth's dim coast-line seems a thing to fear.You are the moon, dear one, and I the sea.”
“It's the tide. It's the dismal tide. It's not the one thing.”