The beach is not a place to work; to read, write or to think.
To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.
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.
In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand, there is the story of the earth.
The beach is not a place to work; to read, write, or to think.
The beach is my happy place. It's where I feel most at home.
I love the beach. I love the sea. All my life I live within - in front of the sea.
To escape and sit quietly on the beach - that's my idea of paradise.
After a visit to the beach, it's hard to believe that we live in a material world.
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.
You can never have too much beach.
On the beach, you can live in bliss.
The beach is a place of healing and joy. The salt cleanses us, the sun embraces us, and the waves carry away our worries.
The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination, and brings eternal joy to the soul.
To walk along the beach is to touch the heart of eternity.
I could never resist the call of the trail or the sight of a woman walking alone on the beach.
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.