“How can we be sure of anythingthe tide changes.The wind that made the grain wave gently yesterdayblows down the tress tomorrow.And the sea sends sailors crashing on the rocks, as easily as it guides them safely home.I love the seabut it doesn't make me less afraid of itI love youbut I'm not always sure of what you are and how you feel.”

“Not what happens to youBut how you accept itIs of paramount importance.”

“It doesn't always make sense, how you go about loving someone. Sometimes loving means gathering them back, sometimes it means sending them away.”

“You tell me you love me, but I’m not sure you know what love is, or how fast it flies, or how much it resembles a UFO, or what kind of weapon you’d use to shoot it down.”

“I'm saying it's totally oblivious to how people feel. Take the ocean, for instance. You can love it, but it doesn't love you back. It will suck you under and steal your breath and beauty can make you cry, or that the sound of the tide coming in at night is the best lullaby you ever heard.”

“You say you’re sure? Sure that you’re in love? How can you know it? You think love is so simple? ”