The captain of a ship can run a great ship, but he can’t do anything about the tides.

Take charge of your life! The tides do not command the ship. The sailor does.

The tides rolled up to crash against the shore while we sat feet from one another with the remnants of all we’d left unsaid driving us apart.

You don’t need to be the tide to rise and fall, you don’t have to be a wave to touch the shore; just be a little sand-grain and feel them all

Shared, the pain was double, but only half so crippling. She couldn’t bring herself to wish for the strenght to stand alone.

The winds, the sea, and the moving tides are what they are. If there is wonder and beauty and majesty in them, science will discover these qualities… If there is poetry in my book about...

It’s the colors that will make you stray. They sing to you, the not-blue and the searing light, and no matter how tightly you tie yourself to the inbetween, eventually you will break free.No one...

Watching someone you love… die? There are no words for how broken that makes a person. It’s like waking up from a bad dream only to find out that it’s you reality, it’s like watching...

Their heartbeats rushed through his body. His arms circled around her, just so he could keep himself from falling.

Half of me is filled with bursting words and half of me is painfully shy. I crave solitude yet also crave people. I want to pour life and love into everything yet also nurture my...

It was always the secrets that hurt us, wasn’t it? Not the telling of them.

Divide the constant tide and random noisiness of energetic flow, with conscious recurring moments of empty mind, solitude, gratitude and deep…slow…breathing. Of this, the natural law of self-preservation demands.

But unlike sirens, selkies don’t mean any harm with their songs. They don’t sing to seduce or to kill. Their songs have nothing to do with anyone but themselves. They sing for the simple joy...

you are here.the moontides are here.and that’s all that matters.

Here I am, I still go on, you know, like the tides.

the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.

As the tides of life rise and fall, life is constant, like the waves crashing upon the shore. Persistence is the key in high and low times…