“When I see the sea once more, will the sea have seen or not seen me?” – Pablo Neruda’s poem XLIX, from The Book Of Questions.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A bird will fall frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself. – DH Lawrence
The ebb and flow of the Atlantic tides, the drift of the continents, the very position of the sun along its ecliptic. These are just a few of the things I control in my world. – Uncredited