The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination, and brings eternal joy to the soul.
Time wasted at the beach is time well spent.
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 walk on the beach is to feel the earth beneath our feet and the wind in our hair.
To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.
Smell the sea and feel the sky. Let your soul and spirit fly.
To escape and sit quietly on the beach - that's my idea of paradise.
The beach is not just a place, it's a feeling.
The beach is not just a place, it's an emotion.
The waves of the sea help me get back to me.
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.
The beach is the only place where salt lowers your blood pressure.
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.
Live in the sunshine, swim in the sea, drink the wild air.
The beach is not a place to work; to read, write or to think. It is rather a place for reverie.