“It is thus with our life. We silently glide along, little dreaming about the waves which will so soon sweep over us, dashing us up against the rocks, or stranding us forever. we do not dream that we shall ever wreck, until the greater wave comes over us, and we bend beneath its power.”
“Will it be here that we shall find a place which will not elude us, or which if it remains does not exert on us a culpable attraction? Or must we, leaning over the deck and watching the shores glide by, move forever onward?”
“The secret is... That it's not about how we obtain our dreams, it's about how we live our life.If we live our life the right way, the dreams will come to us...”
“Sorrow comes in great waves...but rolls over us, and though it may almost smother us, it leaves us. And we know that if it is strong, we are stronger, inasmuch as it passes and we remain.”
“Let death find us as we are building up our matchstick protests against its waves.”
“Life comes at us in waves. We can't predict or control those waves, but we can learn to surf”