The sea becomes the shore, the shore becomes the sea.
One of the first bills I helped passed was the Shore Protection Fund, which provides a stable source of funding for shore protection, something very important for Monmouth County and the entire Jersey Shore.
The boat sails by, the shore remains.
A wreck on shore is a beacon at sea.
Pray to God but continue to row to the shore.
Pray to God, but keep on rowing to the shore.
Pray to God, but keep rowing to the shore.
It is safest to sail within reach of the shore.
Though near shore, you're still in the ocean.
Bhikkhus, the teaching is merely a vehicle to describe the truth. Don’t mistake it for the truth itself. A finger pointing at the moon is not the moon. The finger is needed to know where to look for the moon, but if you mistake the finger for the m...
When you watch 'Shark Tank,' everything is about off-shore this, off-shore that.
I had a weird dream the other night that I was on 'Jersey Shore.'
Foam will always find its way to the shore.
The only person I've had sex with on Jersey Shore is my boyfriend.
The Pilgrim Fathers landed on the shores of America and fell on their knees; then they fell upon the aborigines.
The sea loved the moon When she was supposed to love the shore. The moon knew And hence made his intentions known. That she should love the shore Who was destined for her. Yet his protests seemed weak. And even when he pushed her towards the shore- S...
The skeleton picked up the second skull, so worn as to barely be recognisable as such. The vertebrae fell and rolled like beads from a string.
Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore.
I am forever walking upon these shores, Betwixt the sand and the foam, The high tide will erase my food prints, And the wind will blow away the foam, But the sea and the shore will remain forever.
It was a time of dark dreams. They washed in like flotsam on the night tide, slipping beneath doorways and window latches, rising through the streets and hills; and the little fishing-town of Scarlock foundered deep.
In the night I’m walking alone Chilling by the shore Stars are shining bright You’re my dream of the night ………… In the night I’m walking alone Chilling by the shore My heart is calling you My soul still missing you………………..
