All the beaches of the world, could never amount to, nor implore the one grain of sand that I stand on, which is your love.
There are not many places in the world where you can get to the beach in an hour, the desert in two hours and snowboarding or skiing in three hours. You can do all that in California.
The immense cities lie basking on the beaches of the continent like whales that have taken to the land.
I loved going surfing down on Venice Beach. I'd go out with a board under my arm and think, 'I can't do that in Cranhill.'
Real love is not based on romance candle light dinner and walk along beach. In fact; is based on respect, compromise, care and trust.
Revenge is like waves hitting the beach, the water is drawn in and sucked back into yet another wave, pounding and smashing its shoreline!
I want a platform that, like a book or a magazine, I can carry into the bath or leave at the beach.
I remember having this friend in school who said she didn't like the Beach Boys. And in that moment I knew we couldn't be friends anymore.
The memories of one's youth make for long, long thoughts.
It is a long day, a day without bread.
A wolf's repentance died a long time ago.
Slow fires will smolder for a long time.
A careful hyena lives a long time.
Have you really not noticed, then, that here of all places, in this private, personal solitude that surrounds me, I have turned to you? All the memories of my youth speak to me as I walk, just as the sea shells crunch under my feet on the beach. The ...
The day is short and work lasts a long time.
My phone rang a long time, so I answered. How long? Eight feet long. My last relationship was half that long. I should be taller in love.
Your dog wishes you a long life.
Answer Professor Mandell’s letter when you get a chance and the patience. Ask him not to send me any more poetry books. I already have enough for 1 year anyway. I am quite sick of it anyway. A man walks along the beach and unfortunately gets hit in...
...some have asked me what understanding of Nature one shapes from so strange a year? I would answer that one's first appreciation is a sense that creation is still going on, that the creative forces are as great and as active to-day as they have eve...
I recall those beautiful summer mornings with my parents by the sandy beach of Belek. My father used to teach me how to ride waves. I remember him constantly emphasizing the fact that no wave, no matter how big it is should stir enough fear inside me...
If you are going a long way, go slowly.
