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. )

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

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.

It should be a good beach Sunday.

No. I think it’s around $250,000 and I get to play whenever I want at Pebble Beach. I have to work up to Augusta.

All I cared about that summer were suntans, beaches, boys and booze.

so that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tattoo to her thoughts seemed consolingly to repeat over and over again…

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 returned to a place of restoration. I am home.I can heal here.

The sensation of the ocean bearing my weight was the most carefree lightness I’d ever experienced. When we were halfway across the strait, the sound of an engine approached from a distance—it was probably the police coast guard. We quickly ducked under the surface of the water, exposing only the tips of our trunks so...

I think pineapple is very sexy. It reminds me of bikinis and the beach.

on a beach somewhere.

Old beach houses sometimes don’t have TVs, or you don’t get cellphone reception.

You haunt my days and dreams.

He could pour himself into my little paper cup heart and my emptiness would finally have a meaning.

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

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

I fantasize the night sky to be like a cosmic blue print of my life as I close my eyes and unbutton my heart…. just in case anyone up there is listening.

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.

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 of my chest. I’ve breathed all of them in so deeply that I’ve nearly choked and died on every soul...

I’ve always seen this in you, ever since you were a little girl — this hunger to love other people into their highest selves and it’s what has made me irreversibly and just so forever in love with you.

If ever I was running, it was towards you.

My room was in one of those turrets and at night I could hear the sea and the faint rustle of eelgrass in the soft wind. The weather was perfect that summer. No storms. Blue skies and just the right amount of wind every day. The sailors were in heaven.

Just take my hand, lead, dance with me…and I will simply follow the blueness of the water, the white waves rolling free…where the earth beneath my feet and stars make my heart whole again…in long and priceless moments of shared solitude…

I had a dream about you. I was running barefoot on the beach, and you were chasing me because you were a cop, and I was naked. I couldn’t believe you tried to arrest me. What, is it a crime to run with no shoes?

The most mesmerizing of artists is always like one who was merely drawing in the sand and people came to watch.

And then, some morning in the second week, the mind wakes, comes to life again. Not in a city sense—no—but beach-wise. It begins to drift, to play, to turn over in gentle careless rolls like those lazy waves on the beach. One never knows what chance treasures these easy unconscious rollers may toss up, on...

I thought of you and how you love this beauty,And walking up the long beach all aloneI heard the waves breaking in measured thunderAs you and I once heard their monotone.Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond meThe cold and sparkling silver of the sea –We two will pass through death and ages lengthenBefore you...

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

I feel like a paper cut just waiting to bleed.

I ruin everything. I think that a bullet must have passed through my heart when I was very young, causing me to bleed out slowly, over things and people and every white surface that I’d ever come across.

Everything hurts right now and nothing is helping because as the pain is getting worse — so is the love.

Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide. I want you to be free, but it is your sorrow that has made a slave of me… I wish to know how to keep you… You rise like a tide in my oceans, shine bright like the moon over them, and darken the sky when you...

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 blue footsteps on my glowing beach of soul, and no matter how many times tides wash the golden sand anew,...

If you’re stuck you could always double up with me at my place. It’s the size of a postage stamp, but the roses are the size of poodles. So it sort of evens out.” -Austin

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.

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

There is one secret place…it is beautiful and peaceful, where gentle water flows, and most beautiful garden grows, yet, nobody could ever go to…You reach deep within my soul drawing out all the dreams that I hid beneath the doubt for long casting all my feelings away into the darkness and shutting all the doors....

Somewhere int he flesh of the earth the dreadful earthquake shuddered, the tide walked to and fro on the leash of the moon, rainbows formed, winds swept the sky like giant brooms piling up clouds before them, clouds which writhed into different shapes, melted into rain or darkened, bruised themselves against an unseen antagonist and...

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

On the beach, I take my clothes off under a towel.

Look down and you may miss a shooting star in the sky. Look up and you may miss a starfish in the sand. But quick, look straight ahead and tell me what is that big, blurry thing that’s so bright? Oh yeah, that’s my love for you.

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

If you think about it, finding true love is a lot like finding a particular grain of sand on the beach.

We are young, life is vivacious, life is fun, let’s enjoy it, at the beach with loving sun.

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.

Sharks are so sleek and streamlined. I’d make a terrible shark, because my balls are so big and dangly.

[During last week’s AT&T Pebble Beach National Pro-Am there was as much talk about who didn’t show up as who did. Favorite son Bill Murray was in Italy filming a movie, while Tiger Woods had cited the tournament’s] bumpy … We have great players here this week, so we’re not going to worry about one...

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 a captivating audience, an exciting Rembrandt,A Masterpiece.

…vicinity to the sea is desirable, because it is easier to do nothing by the sea than anywhere else, and because bathing and basking on the shore cannot be considered an employment but only an apotheosis of loafing. (“Expiation”)

The beach is not a place to work; to read, write or to think.