Writers begin with a grain of sand, and then create a beach.

You’re right, it is hot,” he says, scanning my body with his eyes.

I think I would know.” And by the look on his face, I know he really does want to kiss me.

Don’t worry if people think you’re crazy. You are crazy. You have that kind of intoxicating insanity that lets other people dream outside of the lines and become who they’re destined to be.

I wish that love could be broken down the way it breaks me down.

When my toes are sunk into warm sand and the ocean is lapping my feet, when I breathe in the scent of salt and hear the cry of a seagull, I know that I am...

I could tell by their audible gasps that the people on the beach were jealous of me when I found five shark’s teeth. Locating them wasn’t really the problem, but pulling them out of my...

Actually, what will be shown from here to eternity will be Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr cavorting on the beach. ‘From Here to Eternity’ must have seemed like a chore to its director, Fred Zinnemann.

Stop trying to be less of who you are. Let this time in your life cut you open and drain all of the things that are holding you back.

I wish on one of the stars for divine orchestration and save the rest of them for all of the other girls in the world who will feel like I do tonight.

It is like closing all the gas stations in Palm Beach County because the price of gas is too high. It just doesn’t make any sense.

From a tourism point of view, we need to maintain a healthy beach that promotes our tourism industry.

The serenity of the lulling ocean is a wondrous thing to behold..more precious than the gems coveted and covered in platinum or gold…

I know that your soul is on life support and that you feel lost and like you’re completely spinning out of control, but you’re finding yourself — here, tonight… even in this darkness.

It should be a good beach Sunday.

OvermodulationBy Charlotte M Liebel-FawlsYou’re a cavity in my oasis,You’re a porthole in my sea,You’re a stretch of the imagination every time you look at me.You’re an ocean in my wineglass,You’re a Steinway on the beach,You’re...

I love walks, hiking, exploring and being on the beach.

I can do this… I can start over. I can save my own life and I’m never going to be alone as long as I have stars to wish on and people to still love.

I’m tired of justifying why I love someone. I’m done with the explaining.

I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.

I’ve been kind of submerged in my own little geographic location for a really long time in Venice Beach.

I had a dream about you. We were running on the beach, holding hands. It was a nude beach, but we were the only ones wearing clothes. You wore a bikini, and I wore my...

I’ve never been a believer that we should create channels for all these niches like beach volleyball. They just don’t pencil out. Because if you have 12,000 people, you can’t afford to do it. And...

Please… Whoever you are, whatever you are… I believe in you even though I don’t completely understand you. I feel you around me even though I can’t exactly describe what I’m feeling. Sometimes things happen...

Standing naked on the beach with all of my secrets between my legs, I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me...

The waves lie on the beach; Your hair on your back of angel. (Les vagues s’allongent sur la plage; – Tes cheveux sur ton dos d’ange. )

BAREFOOT BEACHTake off your shoes-You’re on barefoot beach.Relax in the sunshine-Broken only by trees.

A silent velvet footstep filled me, unwelcome yet so needed. You finally found my hidden shore with grains of time and ocean of the most secret secrets, violet and red; left a trail of deep...

Let this time in your life cut you open and drain all of the things that are holding you back. I’m going to help you forgive the things that you won’t let yourself forget.

All I want in this life are three…a moonlit beach on the starlit sea,a breath of opium, and thee.

I’m such an L.A. boy, I love hanging out by the beach and throwing some steaks on the grill.

My dream is to have a house on the beach, even just a little shack somewhere so I can wake up, have coffee, look at dolphins, be quiet and breathe the air.

For so many years, I couldn’t understand why every time I thought that someone finally loved me, like… for real, they would eventually turn to vapor. Every person whom I’ve ever loved is trapped inside...

That last time you kissed me my heart slid past your teeth down into the center of your chest… trapping us both in a stainless cage.

My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

This sea wall is a priority for Mission Beach, and we’re just happy to see something finally being done about it.

I have to at least get a couple weekends in where I can just be on Santa Monica beach or Malibu and just ride the waves.

When Howard Beach occurred — and it was white on black — everyone was upset. This is similar. Somehow because this was black on white, people think it is different. No, it isn’t.

I feel a resurgence of my 6-year-old self… that little warrior, goddess of a girl reminding me of who I was when I was little, before the world got its hands on me.

I feel like a paper cut just waiting to bleed.

I know what it’s like not to have a roof over my head. I live on the beach for a little over three years, raising three of my sons.

The girl I am in love with told me she’s moving on. Should I cry, or go to Jax beach and party? The ocean’s salty enough without my tears.

Calm, gleam of your emerald kingdom raising my spirit beyond for perspective welcomes a smooth adventure with your golden waves of knowledge and wisdom nurturing the life within…never still, never quiet… Your voice calls out...

I tried to push my body through his and completely disappear.

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...

I’d rate myself five stars, and those stars would all be fish. My review was of how well I walked on the beach.

We walked along the beach like two coffee lovers. But we weren’t. He was a fish, and I was astonished—not that a fish was walking, but that he didn’t love coffee.

I want to be the best version of myself for anyone who is going to someday walk into my life and need someone to love them beyond reason.

I kept waiting for the part where I’d finally know who I was — some flashing, neon moment of relief, but it never came.

I wiped away the weeds and foam, I fetched my sea-born treasures home; But the poor, unsightly, noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore, With the sun and the sand and the wild...