Ana

“May yours be the sparkle of light on the ocean,
The whisper of foam on the sea,
The warm sand guiding your feet safely home,
A pebble in your pocket from me.

Some sea glass, a starfish, some driftwood, a whelk,
Treasures washed up on the shore.
A flower, a feather, an urchin, a pearl,
Keep your eyes open for more.

May you know yourself held in the palm of Her hand,
Blessed by the waves wild and free,
Blown by the wind, anointed with salt,
Beloved of She of the Sea.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, She of the Sea

“Yesterday I advised you not to write me every day, I still hold the same opinion today and it would be very good for both of us, and so I repeat my advice today even more emphatically - only please, Milena, don't listen to me, and write me every day anyway”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“This afternoon I couldn't get out of bed, not because I was too tired but because I was too "heavy" - again and again that word, it's the only one that fits me, do you understand this at all? It's something like the “heaviness” of a ship which has lost its rudder and which says to the waves: "I'm too heavy for myself and for you too light".”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“His smile matched hers and it made her heart beat harder in her chest.”
― Scarlett St. Clair, A Touch of Darkness