“In a sea of trees turned into a sea of total strangers, familiar means everything.”

“We make attachments to what's familiar. We find the beauty, even in the lack. That's human. We make the best of what we're given.”

“I answer her with my silence, understanding the full power of it for the first time. Words are weapons. Weapons are powerful. So are unsaid words. So are unused weapons.”

“Wherever you are, I'll be there. Remember?”

“Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.”

“To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed outwards; so that in losing a beloved one may find so many things, pictures, poems, melodies, places lost too: Dante, Avignon, a song of Shakespeare's, the Cornish sea.”

“MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I ’ll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,— Say, sea, Take me!”