“Come o’er the sea,
Maiden with me,
Mine through the sunshine, storms and snows;
Seasons may roll,
But the true soul
Burns the same, where’er it goes.”
– Thomas Moore
Illustration by Yoko Tanji
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” – Pablo Neruda
Photo by Allison LaBine
…and the world fades away to nothing but sand, salt, sun, and another pair of footprints just over the dunes. – Allison LaBine
Photo by Clyde Butcher
http://www.clydebutcher.com
Our greatest glory lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall. – Confucius
Photo by Allison LaBine
