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

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

There was an eerie quiet about last night, like death sleeping on the beach of Lake Erie. I woke up with sand in my shoes and tiny coffins on my feet.

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 really believe that there is an invisible red thread tied between him and me, and that it has stretched and tangled for years — across oceans and lifetimes. I know that it won’t break...

After my husband died, I felt like one of those spiraled shells washed upon the beach . . . Poke a straw through the twisting tunnel, around and around, and there is nothing there. No...

I’m pale-skinned so I don’t feel at my best on a beach.

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

I’ll get pretty much everything the way I want it. I’ve always dreamed of a beach wedding.

Time’ is the most threatening four letter word.

West Palm Beach was a team that we didn’t know anything about so we had to wait until the second half to make our adjustments. We came back and made adjustments and that is what...

Lex surfed wicked, like the devil. He wasn’t afraid of anything, seemed like. He grinned at West as the waves came up toward them like towers of green glass, an emerald city. We’re off to...

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...

I met a boy whose eyes showed me that the past, present and future were all the same thing.

I want to understand the strings that are tied between me and certain other people and if they really can stretch through infinite time and space without ever breaking. Are soul mates real, and is...

When I walk down the beach and smell the salt water, hear the waves crashing against the shoreline, and feel the granular sand under my feet, I can’t help but realize why I’m here on...

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...

We can see no indication of anything other than an exemplary effort on the part of the Beach Patrol.

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...

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

If they made films in Palm Beach, actors and actresses would be much better dressed.

…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...

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

I could watch him do this until morning — never asking questions and never interrupting his work. I worship quietly — his intense focus and attention to detail and then, out of no where, I...

So much has been done to my body, and still, somehow, not enough.

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

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....

This is Beat central. North Beach is where it belongs.

I’ve grown up defined by this desperate, undeniable, ‘can’t breathe’ kind of space inside of myself and I’m afraid that the diagnosis is fatal.

It feels like the world is folding up around me, like origami paper, and I’m trapped inside of its breathless center.

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.

Moshe was a tall Israeli with an ear-splitting laugh. He used it in the same way as a madman uses a gun, spraying it around with bewildering randomness. Hearing the laugh made me blink instinctively,...

Life is a summer, full of fun, at the beach, under the sun.

The art of sensuality encompassing the exploration and experiencing of all our senses… Those images are being born from and through living the moments of eating favorite chocolate cake with ice-cream, tranquil meditating, walking the...

I just want your voice aimed at me again. I want to absorb the direction of your eyes…

The eminent domain issue is not just about Riviera Beach.

Back then, there weren’t a lot of homes around and it was a short hitchhike to the beach at Newport. I was back in the water all the time.

The distant sea, lapping the sandy shore with measured sound; the nearer cries of the donkey-boys; the unusual scenes moving before her like pictures, which she cared not in her laziness to have fully explained...

Your personal truth is your gift to the world.

You haunt my days and dreams.

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...

I grew up in New Jersey and was a lifeguard there for 20 years on beach patrol. I just retired last year (from beach patrol), and one of the things I was missing was the...

I don’t hate it here,” she said automatically. Surprising herself, she realized that as much as she’d been trying to convince herself otherwise, she was telling the truth. “It’s just that I don’t belong here.”He...

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...

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

Next week I’m keeping my fingers crossed that the bulls will come back from the beach and do a little buying.

From where I live now I can walk to the beach, if I have about three weeks.

Romantic waves beat deep in my chest of playful untouchable thoughts of you… As dreams are the threads I weave with care the path for you to me…the sky above lagoon with lovely lights, soft...

I want you to trust yourself, baby. Love is all that matters and you’ve always known that. You’ve known, since you were a very little girl, what your life is meant to be about…

on a beach somewhere.