The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea.
By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.
Certain springs are tapped only when we are alone. Women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves; that firm strand which will be the indispensable center of a whole web of human relationships.
How one hates to think of oneself as alone. How one avoids it. It seems to imply rejection or unpopularity.
America, which has the most glorious present still existing in the world today, hardly stops to enjoy it, in her insatiable appetite for the future.
I feel we are all islands - in a common sea.
To be deeply in love is, of course, a great liberating force.
One can never pay in gratitude; one can only pay 'in kind' somewhere else in life.
Perhaps this is the most important thing for me to take back from beach-living: simply the memory that each cycle of the tide is valid; each cycle of the wave is valid; each cycle of a relationship is valid.