“Marina sighs. "Love's a tidal wave," she says. "Because it sweeps you off your feet?" I ask. "No. Because it sucks you under and you drown.”
“Marina sighs. “Love is like a tidal wave,” she says. “Because it sweeps you off your feet?” I ask. “No, because it sucks you under and you drown.” “But sometimes,” I point out, “it’s the only thing that keeps you afloat.”
“Love's a tidal wave," she says."Because it sweeps you off your feet?" I ask. "No. Because it sucks you under and you drown.""But sometimes," I point out, "it's the only thing that keeps you afloat.”
“Love is a tidal wave--not because it sweeps you off your feet, but because it pulls you down and drowns you.”
“You can't sweep other people off their feet, if you can't be swept off your own.”
“If you let someone sweep you off your feet, you better be prepared to land on your ass.”