I'm still obsessed with the beach whenever I'm home; when I'm on the beach, it feels like home to me.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
I love how it feels to unwind by the ocean.
I loved the sound of the ocean, the breaking surf, the vastness, but still didn't feel terribly comfortable in it.
I like being by the ocean.
We lived within two hundred yards of the sea, and its voice was in our ears night and day.
I've always lived by the ocean, and I always will. There's nothing like taking a walk and being able to smell the ocean breeze.
