“And see the rivers how they run/through woods and meads in shades and sun/sometimes swift and sometimes slow/ wave succeeding wave they go”

“Sometimes you catch the wave. Sometimes the wave catches you.”

“Sometimes, when you walk by the homeof the girl you love, you can see her standing by the window... She waves at you, and you wave back... But it's her grandmother...”

“Farewell, my great one, my own, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep, dear river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to plunge into your cold waves.”

“Sometimes the waves come and wash away the sand so we can see the rock that make us stumble.”

“But grief still has to be worked through. It is like walking through water. Sometimes there are little waves lapping about my feet. Sometimes there is an enormous breaker that knocks me down. Sometimes there is a sudden and fierce squall. But I know that many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.”