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.
You can never cross the ocean until you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.
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.
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 go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.
To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.
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.
To escape and sit quietly on the beach – that’s my idea of paradise.
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.