“Wonderful lovely there she sat,
Singing the night away,
All in the solitudinous sea
Of that there lonely bay.”

“Life is a hot day, perhaps death is a cool night. Life is a shallow bay, perhaps death is a clear, deep sea.”

“The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides. The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion.”

“I wonder if, in the dark night of the sea, the octopus dreams of me.”

“She's singing to-night to bring the chandelier down!”

“He says he’s lonely, horribly lonely because of this love he feels for her. She says she’s lonely too. She doesn’t say why.”

“… so young, so lonely and naive, that she imagined herself as some sort of vessel to be filled up with love. But it wasn't like that. The love was within her all the time and its only renewal came from giving it away.”

“The heart has a resiliency. Strained to breaking, it can contract again. Even the waiting women, Iseult and Penelope, learned, as they sat sorrowing and watching, to sing to the swing of the sea.”

“Be a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.”

“Singing, "Here came a mortal,
But faithless was she:
And alone dwell for ever
The kings of the sea."”