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. )

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

Myrtle Beach was a big hurdle for me because of my eye. But I came back and showed I was fine, and that was really like turning the corner for me. I knew I was getting close to making the majors so I worked even harder to get there.

I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me of myself — my past and the kaleidoscope of mistakes, failures and wrong turns that have stacked unbearable regret upon my shoulders.

If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat… I might actually get some sleep.

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…

You know, we queens loathed rain at the beach, small cocks, and reality, I think. In that order.

They killed them with blows to the head and machetes. It is very brutal, the beach would have been covered in blood.

But here I am in July, and why am I thinking about Christmas pudding? Probably because we always pine for what we do not have. The winter seems cozy and romantic in the hell of summer, but hot beaches and sunlight are what we yearn for all winter.

I know that this process of ‘me changing my life’ doesn’t just end once I set fire to this list of things I hate about myself. Tonight isn’t as much of a new beginning as it is a violent end and I know the real work hasn’t even started yet.

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

Rich Palm Beach clients all wanted the same kind of different thing.

Sometimes I put on a black scuba suit and go walking on the beach, to relax. If I could, I’d sleep in a scuba suit—on a waterbed. Not that I actually ever get in the ocean. Too many dangerous things in the water, like barracudas, sharks, and of course there are many lawyers here on...

Long Beach is the best. I tell everyone that.

He looked at me, that first day, like he had just found something he’d lost a thousand years ago.

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

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

What are we going to do, take him to Long Beach or Pasadena?

Does our purpose on Earth directly link to the people whom we end up meeting? Are our relationships and experiences actually the required dots that connect and then lead us to our ultimate destinies?

In the old days, when travelers would get lost, they would follow the stars and I love that idea. I wish that I could rely on something as simple and magnificent as a star for all of my aching questions.

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

The condo hotel is a perfect fit for beach people. If they owned a regular condo, they would have had restrictions on how often they could rent it out. With a condo hotel, renting isn’t a problem.

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

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

I love him in ways that I can’t explain to other people. They don’t understand… it’s not their fault.

I grew up in a utopia, I did. California when I was a child was a child’s paradise, I was healthy, well fed, well clothed, well housed. I went to school and there were libraries with all the world in them and after school I played in orange groves and in Little League and in...

Most people associate reading with laying on the beach. They don’t see that it’s crucial for a democracy!

Walking on the beach like a ventriloquist, I’ll make it sound like the ocean is calling out to you—through a conch shell.

Most people new to a city on the ocean would probably go to the beach during the day when there are people around. I, on the other hand, decided to try a midnight swim at the somewhat gamy Santa Monica pier, by myself. That is, until a nearby guard kicked me off the beach for...

I write letters to you that you’ll never see.

Time spent for temporary happiness like movie or outing or weekend on a beach is all synthetic; with shelf life of a day or two. Work for your bigger dreams that should last for whole life. Then movie and beach would seem more interesting, realising that you have done something.

Nothing is more romantic than being able to park in a handicapped spot.”

Um…” I mumbled, “We wait.””What? Wait? Do you expect them to just come up here to the beach to get some moonlight?” He sneered as he took another bite of the eagle.

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 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.

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...

The beach is a natural park, without the greenery but the sand is a natural toy.

Endless ocean, blue water, dreamy sky, tranquil beach, love in the air, mind fly high.

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.

If ever I was running, it was towards you.

…I recall that day on the beach – the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair…

[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...

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.

beach bunnies”: you don’t have to think about things or even talk when you’re on the beach. You just sit here and feel good about being alive.

But I love you and I want you and I need you. Can’t you see that? This world has nothing to offer me if it doesn’t include you.

Now that the legal hurdles have been cleared, the counting can resume in Palm Beach, Broward and Miami-Dade Counties … with these legal obstacles gone, we hope these counts can be finished in the next few days,

I don’t sleep naked, because that’s not proper beach etiquette.

We thread our way through a moving forest of ice-cream cones and crimson thighs.

Something, somewhere, knows what’s best for me and promises to keep sending me people and experiences to light my way as long as I live in gratitude and keep paying attention to the signs.

I don’t ever want to hurt anyone, but I really wish there was something like a reset button on my life.