Time wasted at the beach is time well spent.
Life takes you down many paths, but my favorite ones lead to the beach.
To escape and sit quietly on the beach – that’s my idea of paradise.
Don't grow up too quickly, lest you forget how much you love the beach.
The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination, and brings eternal joy to the soul.
The beach is not a place to work; to read, write or to think.
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.
The beach is my happy place. It is where I find my center, my peace, and my bliss.
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
I could never resist the call of the trail.
Sky above, sand below, peace within.
Smell the sea and feel the sky, let your soul and spirit fly.
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.
A simple life is good with me. I don’t need a whole lot. For me, a T-shirt, a pair of shorts, barefoot on a beach, and I’m happy.
To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand.
Let the waves hit your feet, and the sand be your seat.