We live with the decisions we makeThat’s what bravery is. Standing by the consequences of your mistakes..

Nature allowed only the fit and the lucky to share this paradise-in-the-making..

Such a mysterious business, motherhood. How brave a woman must be to embark on it..

You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day..

Sometimes life turns out hard, Isabel. Sometimes it just bites right through you. And sometimes, just when you think it's done its worst, it comes ba….

There are times when the ocean is not the ocean - not blue, not even water, but some violent explosion of energy and danger: ferocity on a scale only….

Humans withdraw to their homes, and surrender the night to the creatures that own it: the crickets, the owls, the snakes. A world that hasn't changed….

When it comes to their kids, parents are all just instinct and hope. And fear. Rules and laws fly straight out the window..

Once a child gets into your heart, there’s no right or wrong about it..

History is that which is agreed upon by mutual consent..

Sometimes it's good to leave the past in the past..

Years bleach away the sense of things until all that's left is a bone-white past, stripped of feeling and significance..

To have any kind of a future you've got to give up hope of ever changing your past..

You don’t think ahead in years or months: you think about this hour, and maybe the next. Anything else is speculation..

There are times when the ocean is not the ocean - not blue, not even water, but some violent explosion of energy and danger: fierceness on a scale on….

Every end is the beginning of something else..

No one ever has or ever will travel quite the same path on earth..

Oh, but my treasure, it is so much less exhausting. You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day. You have to keep ….

When he wakes sometimes from dark dreams of broken cradles, and compasses without bearings, he pushes the unease down, lets the daylight contradict i….

The isolation spins its mysterious cocoon, focusing the mind on one place, one time, one rhythm - the turning of the light. The island knows no other….

It is a luxury to do something that serves no practical purpose: the luxury of civilization..