The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination, and brings eternal joy to the soul.
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.
In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand, there is the story of the earth.
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.
The beach is not a place to work; to read, write or to think. It is rather a place for reverie.