Quotes About Beach

You mean a bad heel? I said. Couldn't I just, like, wear something besides sandals? No offense. -Percy

hooligan posse of gulls wheeled noisily overhead

Edna Pontellier could not have told why, wishing to go to the beach with Robert, she should in the first place have declined, and in the second place have followed in obedience to one of the two contradictory impulses which impelled her.

Around most of its coast the cliffs rise out of the cold sea without the courtesy of a beach. Angered by this rudeness the waves pound on the rock in impotent rage: a ten-thousand-year fit of bad temper that the island ignores with impunity.

showing Carla and Erik with Father. It had been taken a couple of years ago on a sunny day at the beach

Does it look like [drugs have] fucked me up? I'm sitting here on a beautiful beach in Mexico; I've written three books. I've got a fine one-hundred acre fortress in Colorado.On that evidence, I'd have to advise the use of drugs. —HST to Craig Vetter, 1974

Come unto these yellow sands,And then take hands:Curtsied when you have, and kiss'd—The wild waves whist,—Foot it featly here and there.

I hate the beach. I hate the sun. I'm pale and I'm redheaded. I don't tan–I stroke.

For relaxation after a hectic week, I would go with friends on weekends to a white-sand beach resort not far from Amsterdam named Zandvoort. This beautiful beach

A simple life is good with me. I don't need a whole lot. For me, a T-shirt, a pair of shorts, barefoot on the beach and I'm happy.

I still notice the burned house, mornings, when I walk along the beach. "Well, obviously I do not notice the house. What I notice is what remains of the house. One is still prone to think of a house as a house, however, even if there is not remarkably much left of it.

No need to shoot the breeze with Nixon when the surf was so great

Massa was also where British merchant James Grey Jackson once saw a pair of colossal whale jawbones arching up from the sand. A local informed him that they had always been there and that, when the whale had beached, a man named Jonah had emerged from it's belly. Jackson laughed at the tale. His earnest informant responded only that 'nobody but a Christian would doubt the fact.

Take my handand…feel the sandbeneath your aimless feettowards the sparkling waves

The breeze at the beach has a secret song in her heart which always lures us back.

In summer, a soothing warm breeze on a beach is the most soothing music for the soul.

When we're young, and we dream of love and fulfillment, we think perhaps of moon-drenched Parisian nights or walks along the beach at sundown. No one tells us that the greatest moments of a lifetime are fleeting, unplanned and nearly always catch us off guard.

Singing Beach on the North Shore of Boston. Do you know the beach? It's called Singing Beach because the sand sings in this strange way under your bare feet when you run across it.

Wind begins to whip up the sand. The tide has gone out so far that swimmers look like tiny dots on the horizon. The children run to stretch their legs on the beach once more before leaving, and Sylvie and I remain alone and silent, her hand squeezing my inert fingers. Behind dark glasses that reflect a flawless sky, she softly weeps over our shattered lives.

Just in case Skye finished with Birches and attempted to scrub the beach.

Machin, le chien qui n'a pas de nom, ne l'entend pas de cette oreille. Ce qu'il aime à la plage, c'est : Premièrement : courir après les crabes et les crevettes. Deuxièmement : déguster des chichis au sucre tout collants. Troisièmement : faire la crêpe le reste de la journée. Bref, des jeux de chien.

She was sitting in a beach chair, facing the lit-up buildings across the water.

Soft hissing waves run over my toes. The floor is a beach and I am rolling on the sand and splashing in the water with a white heron. It turns gray and blue. No one can stop this. No one will take away my radiance even when it floods over me completely.

We jumped into water so clear and warm that it was like jumping from air to air. The sand rose up under us and we floated to where it met the sea and walked out of the water like creatures in an act of evolution.