The beach is not a place to work; to read, write, or to think. It is instead a place for reverie.
Every time I slip into the ocean, it's like going home.
A simple life is good with me. I don’t need a whole lot. For me, a T-shirt, a pair of shorts, barefoot on a beach and I’m happy.
The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
The beach is my happy place. It’s where I feel alive, free, and where I can just enjoy the simple things in life.
To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.
The waves of the sea help me get back to me.
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.
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
To walk on the beach is to align with the rhythm of the waves, to embrace the wind, and to find peace in the solitude of the shore.
The beach is a place of healing and joy. The salt cleanses us, the sun embraces us, and the ocean heals us.
The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination, and brings eternal joy to the soul.
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.
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.
To escape and sit quietly on the beach – that’s my idea of paradise.