Quotes About Beach

My wife is so fat that when she lays on the beach the people feel sorry for her and try to roll her back into the water.

The funny thing is that I'm the girl who no one sees at the beach. Ask anyone who's traveled with me. Normally, I'm in so many layers, I look like Lawrence of Arabia!

People don't just appear on the beach unless they're demigods or gods or really, really lost pizza delivery guys. (It's happened—but that's another story.)

I have heard stories that it was love at first sight for both of us, that we disappeared to a guest room at Merle's house, had our meals sent up, and didn't emerge for several days. This is absolutely untrue. I would never behave like that as a guest in someone's home. Carlos and I went to my beach house.

Far off was the gentle roar of the sea, a constant lullaby. Except,

Many of the town's residents summered up North, along with their horses. Others took long, slow weekends at the beach or on the lake or in the mountains, in family homes built by their great grandparents and passed through the generations like prized silver. The rest of us simply tempered our pace and entered into the peace that floated around us on the breeze of a slow-moving fan.

Upon the lonely shore I lie, And gaze along its level sands. Still from the sea steals out the cry I left afar in crowded lands.

Between the beach and the big breaking waves about a quarter mile off was a stretch of bumpy, glistening reef, its usual blanket of water pulled back by a celestial hand.

I have become an orchid washed in on the salt white beach. Memory, what can I make of it now that might please you- this life, already wasted and still strewn with miracles?

Sus labios revoloteaban como un copo de nieve. El segundo copo de nieve perdido en una playa de verano, y yo que trataba de recuperarlo con mi nevera demasiado grande. A partir de dos copos de ese tipo, puede hablarse de tempestad.

Even the other people on the beach don't care about your body. They don't. They are staring at the sea, or they are obsessed with their own appearance. And if they are thinking about you, why do you care? Why do you humans worry so much about a stranger's opinion? Why don't you do what I do? Let it wash all over you. Allow yourself just to be as you are. Just be. Just beach.

I would sit on the beach, as waves crashed and retreated over the sparkling sand like lost dreams

There were surely lives where she was sitting beside a swimming pool in the sunshine right now. Lives where she was playing music, or lying in a warm lavender-scented bath, or having incredible third-date sex, or reading on a beach in Mexico, or eating in a Michelin-starred restaurant, or strolling the streets of Paris, or getting lost in Rome, or tranquilly gazing at a temple near Kyoto, or feeling the warm cocoon of a happy relationship.

Lives where she was playing music, or lying in a warm lavender-scented bath, or having incredible third-date sex, or reading on a beach in Mexico, or eating in a Michelin-starred restaurant, or strolling the streets of Paris, or getting lost in Rome, or tranquilly gazing at a temple near Kyoto, or feeling the warm cocoon of a happy relationship.

And then without any signal or obvious sign of tansformation, the beach was suddenly alight with fiery stones.

Am I the only creature with a vagina who thinks that weddings are ridiculous? I'm going to elope. Just me, my hubby, and a minister on a beach in Jamaica.

Holiday? Is like, what? I'm a hyperactive girl, so it may be boring for me to be on the beach doing nothing. I just need to find a place for three weeks and work but sleep in the morning, maybe write a little bit, have a glass of red wine. That's my perfect holiday.

Mi madre, Hanifa Assulua, se quejaba de que en Kulumani estábamos enterrados. Era justo al revés. Estábamos ahogados. Anteriormente, antes de nacer todos nosotros, habíamos estado ahogados. La luz que nos recibió en el parto fue la primera playa en la que desembocamos.

I look around at the beach where I grew up. This is where everything changed for me. I was just a girl who happened to witness the arrival of a strange race of people from under the sea. One of them was the most beautiful person I ever met. He walked out of the ocean and changed my life forever. — Lyric

The beach was such a novel experience that most were completely unfamiliar with the health hazards—and risks to life and limb—it posed." —Gideon Bosker and Lena Lencek, The Beach: The History of Paradise on Earth

this one beach holds the story of a world always changing, always on the move.

In 1996, his second wife, Marla Maples, was caught one night with a Trump bodyguard on the beach near Mar-a-Lago under the lifeguard stand. This, Bannon was aware, had been a primal blow for Trump.

The beach at Meschers was crawling with wankers in shorts and bimbos in thongs. It was reassuring.

Mas juro-te [burocrata do sector de viagens da RTP] que hás-de morrer sem conhecer o prazer de estar deitado de costas na areia, coberto de pó e de sujidade, a arrotar atum por todos os lados, com os músculos a doerem, e a olhar para um céu pejado de estrelas e pensar que é fantástico estar vivo.