I go down to the shore in the morning and depending on the hour the waves are rolling in or moving out, and I say, oh, I am miserable, what shall— what should I do? And the sea says in its lovely voice: Excuse me, I have work to do.
Related Keywords: Me I Am Moving Voice Lovely Down Miserable
Related Authors: William Shakespeare Dr. Seuss Oscar Wilde Friedrich Nietzsche C. S. Lewis Edgar Allan Poe Henry David Thoreau
