To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.
The waves of the sea help me get back to me.
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.
There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.
The beach is not a place to work; to read, write or to think.
A beach is not only a sweep of sand but shells of sea creatures, the sea glass, the seaweed, the incongruous objects washed up by the ocean.
I love the beach. I love the sea. All my life I live within — in front of the sea.
There's nothing like a beautiful sunset to end a healthy day.
At the beach, life is different. Time doesn't move hour to hour but mood to moment. We live by the currents, plan by the tides, and follow the sun.
I followed my heart, and it led me to the beach.
There's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away.
To awaken alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.
The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination, and brings eternal joy to the soul.
To escape and sit quietly on the beach — that’s my idea of paradise.
I could never stay long enough on the shore; the tang of the untainted, fresh, and free sea air was like a cool, quieting thought.