M.L. Stedman quotes:

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

From when she was a baby, Tom has taught the girl to respect, but not fear, the forces of nature- the lightning that might strike the light tower on Janus, the oceans that batter the island.

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

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 only gods can summon.

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

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 remembering all the bad things." - as Frank Roennfeldt

Scars are just another kind of memory.

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

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

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

Life could snatch away the things you treasured, and there was no getting them back. She began to feel an urgency, a need to seize an opportunity. Before anyone else did.

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 remembering all the bad things.

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 human voices, no other footprints. On the Offshore Lights you can live any story you want to tell yourself, and no one will say you're wrong: not the seagulls, not the prisms, not the wind."

Right and wrong can be like bloody snakes: so tangled up that you can't tell which is which until you've shot'em both, and then it's too late.

Stick to now. Put right the things you can put right today, and let the ones from back then go. Leave the rest to the angels, or the devil or whoever's in charge of it.

Every end is the beginning of something else.

History is that which is agreed upon by mutual consent.

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 for hundreds of thousands of years wakes up, and carries on as if the daylight and the humans and the changes to the landscape have all been an illusion.

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

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

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 back and takes another chunk.

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

That's how life goes on - protected by the silence that anesthetizes shame.

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 human voices, no other footprints. On the Offshore Lights you can live any story you want to tell yourself, and no one will say you're wrong: not the seagulls, not the prisms, not the wind.

The law's the law, but people are people.

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 gods can summon. It hurls itself at the island, sending spray right over the top of the lighthouse, biting pieces off the cliff. And the sound is a roaring of a beast whose anger knows no limits. Those are the nights the light is needed most.

When he wakes sometimes from dark dreams of broken cradles, and compasses without bearings, he pushes the unease down, lets the daylight contradict it. And isolation lulls him with the music of the lie.

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

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

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