There are times when the ocean is not the ocean - not blue, not even water, but some violent explosion of energy and danger: fierceness on a scale only gods can summon.
You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day.
Every end is the beginning of something else.
It is a luxury to do something that serves no practical purpose: the luxury of civilization.
Once a child gets into your heart, thereโs no right or wrong about it.
Nature allowed only the fit and the lucky to share this paradise-in-the-making.