The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
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.
To escape and sit quietly on the beach — that’s my idea of paradise.
I followed my heart, and it led me to the beach.
I love the beach. I love the sea. All my life I live within — in front of the sea.
There’s no place like home except for the beach.
Why do we love the sea? It is because it has some potent power to make us think things we like to think.
On the beach, you can live in bliss.
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.
Life takes you down many paths, but my favorite ones lead to the beach.
The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination and brings eternal joy to the soul.
An ocean breeze puts a mind at ease.
Dance with the waves, move with the sea. Let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.
Sky above, sand below, peace within.
I like anywhere with a beach. A beach and warm weather is all I really need.
If there’s heaven for me, I’m sure it has a beach attached to it.
A day at the beach is never lost time. When the warm grains of sand touch our hearts, we know we’re in the right place.
Every time I stand before a beautiful beach, its waves seem to whisper to me: If you choose the simple things and find joy in nature’s simple treasures, life and living need not be so hard.
After a visit to the beach, it’s hard to believe that we live in a material world.
At night, when the sky is full of stars and the sea is still you get the wonderful sensation that you are floating in space.
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 ocean makes me feel really small and it makes me put my whole life into perspective.
We dream in colors borrowed from the sea.
The waves of the sea help me get back to me.
May you always have a shell in your pocket and sand in your shoes.
Don’t grow up too quickly, lest you forget how much you love the beach.
To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.
A pool just isn’t the same as the ocean. It has no energy. No life.
You’re not a wave, you’re a part of the ocean.