The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination and brings eternal joy to the soul.
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.
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 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’s where I feel alive, where I feel at peace, where I feel free.
The beach is a great place to relieve the soul-crushing stress you build up in the traffic going to the beach.
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.
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand, there is the story of the earth.