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

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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,...

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...

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.

White-crested waves crash on the shore. The masts sway violently, every which way. In the gray sky the gulls are circling like white flakes. Rain squalls blow past like gray slanting sails, and blue gaps...

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.