Marina sighs. Love is like a tidal wave, she says. Because it sweeps you off your feet? I ask. No, because it sucks you under and you drown. But sometimes, I point out, it’s the only thing that keeps you afloat.
Jodi Picoult
Marina sighs. Love is like a tidal wave, she says. Because it sweeps you off your feet? I ask. No, because it sucks you under and you drown. But sometimes, I point out, it’s the only thing that keeps you afloat.