The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
The beach is in our blood. Everyone in our family returns to the beach instinctively, just like the sea turtles.
Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.
The beach is a great place to relieve the soul-crushing stress you build up in the traffic going to the beach.
To myself, I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me.
One learns first of all in beach living the art of shedding; how little one can get along with, not how much.
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.
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.