Quotes About Seaside

When I was nine, we'd take a bus to the seaside. Coming back, we'd take turns entertaining, singing songs and the like. I tried some stand-up comedy. I had a captive audience in that bus. Then I realized I wanted to do more than that.

He'd kind of vanished off the face of the earth. A difficult thing to do in Margate, a derelict seaside town where there was nothing to do but blend in with the general decay: bum around, fuck, be fucked, fight and wish your life away.

My reason understands very well that I should not go on living any longer. It's amazing that I should still have my reason. But this reason is as fragile as a castle of sand by the seaside that the rising tide begins to wash over. Another two or three large waves and it will disappear without a trace.

The air smelled of salt and frying fish, of hot tar and honey, of incense and oil and sperm.

As Katie wound her way among the tables, a breeze from the Atlantic rippled through her hair.

TEMPORALE Un bubbolìo lontano... Rosseggia l'orizzonte, come affocato, a mare: nero di pece, a monte, stracci di nubi chiare: tra il nero un casolare: un'ala di gabbiano.

If I'd grown up here,I'd have had headless ghosts for playmates and kept my room in a tower. Alan maneuvered around one of the winding curves that only added to the atmosphere. The sea was close enough so its scent and sound drifted in the open windows. There aren't any ghosts, though my father periodically threatened to import a few bloodthirsty ones from Scotland. With his lips just curved, he sent Shelby a quick sidelong look. He keeps his office in a tower room.

plage, various seaside chairs and stools supported the parents

Don't allow anyone to tell you that there's "no market" for a career as the eccentric yet mysterious caretaker of an abandoned lighthouse nestled in fog on the coast of a long-forgotten seaside town.

Seeing Blackpool on a dull winter's day rather spoilt my image of what seaside places were like. (From LONE WOLF, p.60)

It was a rural upbringing by the seaside. A real quiet place surrounded by fields. I had to travel into town for school and stuff like that.

I have two houses in California, and they're both within a couple of minutes from the beach. So, I definitely feel at home in California and by the ocean.

The ocean is very comfortable. I could never live inland.

I always said that if I moved to California I'd live by the ocean.

I have always loved animals and groomed friends' horses as a child. I think I may have even ridden the odd seaside donkey in my early years.

I'm an old-fashioned girl, and as a kid, I used to go on holidays to Scarborough.

My favorite place to vacation is anyplace by the ocean.

I didn't want to be in the teeming mass of the working class.... I didn't want to live and die in the same place with only a week at the seaside in between. I dreamed of escape -- but what is terrible about industrialisation is that it makes escape necessary. In a system that generates masses, individualism is the only way out. But then what happens to community -- to society?

Bari, that freewheeling gem on Italy's Adriatic coast.

station on Cape Cod looks close to where you are. It's in a place called Wellfleet.

We did Donald McGill, seaside-postcard stuff - middle of the road.

I don't live in L.A. or in New York. I live in Virginia by the ocean.

At the seaside all is narrow horizontals, the world reduced to a few long straight lines pressed between earth and sky.

How flat all sounds are at the seaside, flat and yet emphatic, like the sound of gunshots heard at a distance.