The beach is a great place to relieve the soul-crushing stress you build up in the traffic going to the beach.
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.
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.
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.
To escape and sit quietly on the beach — that's my idea of paradise.
The beach is not a place to work; to read, write or to think.
The beach is the perfect place to relax and do nothing.
The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
To escape and sit quietly on the beach — that’s my idea of paradise.
The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination and brings eternal joy to the soul.
To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.
One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.
The beach is the only place where salt lowers your blood pressure.
The beach is in our blood. Everyone in our family returns to the beach instinctively, just like the sea turtles.
The waves of the sea help me get back to me.
Because 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.
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.