... The women's song was always the same, as monotonous as the beating of the waves against the beach: loss, loss. The conch offered them no enchantment. When they put their ear to it, all they heard was the echo of their mourning.
Carsten JensenThat's how it is, he told himself. If you dread something enough, even your worst fears coming true brings comfort.
Carsten JensenThat's how we're connected: through the hurt we inflict on one another.
Carsten JensenWe thought we knew everything about him. But that's not how life is. When all's said and done, we can never truly know one another.
Carsten JensenYou died in the end, but you fought first.
Carsten JensenThat's the strange thing about a good story. No pleasure if you can't share it.
Carsten JensenMots clés loneliness relationships storytelling
Look at the swell. You'll not find a bigger swell anywhere. It has half the globe for its run-up. You're young. You have the whole world. Don't bother yourself with the past.
Carsten JensenMots clés past-and-present live-now
Hope can be like a plant that sprouts and grows and keeps people alive. But it can also be a wound that refuses to heal.
Carsten JensenMots clés hope
Now I remembered a captain's honor and his only duty: to bring his crew back alive.
Carsten JensenMots clés sea duty ocean honor sailing honour
Without discussing it with his mother, Anton went up to his teacher, Miss Katballe, and informed her that after seven years he was now quitting school. It was the best day of her life, she replied. With unexpected politeness he bowed, thanked her, and said, likewise.
Carsten JensenMots clés humor school humour teachers funny
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