“The journey back is always longer than the forward run.”

“Looking back few friends had webut I've got him and he's got me.And when the golden minute comeswhen we no longer wake to smellthe river where the wild swans sailedthe orchard where the blossoms fell,we'll smile a little thinkin' of that.Me in my shirt-tails, him with his whiskersme and the cat.”

“I went back to look for you.Not understanding the language of hello,I thought I’d speak it just the same.”

“Always I glance both ways.Why chance missing lovewherever she or he may lurk?”

“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.”

“and if the world breaks down, I'll be around.”

“We will all wake up semi-angels, If we wake at all.”