#beach

Harbour Island in the Bahamas is a wonderful little island with beautiful beaches, a great restaurant culture and friendly, welcoming atmosphere. ↗

— Helena Christensen

#bahamas #beaches #beautiful #culture #friendly

With the red hair, you get the white skin; it's a package deal. The cons are that you never look particularly attractive on the beach. The pros are in a softly lit room, you look pretty. ↗

— Marcia Cross

#beach #cons #deal #get #hair

Back in the old days, we were often compared to Led Zeppelin. If we did something with harmony, it was the Beach Hoys. Something heavy was Led Zeppelin. ↗

— Freddie Mercury

#beach #compared #days #did #harmony

A great man once wrote, "Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and blows up the bonfire." If only I were as eloquent as Mr. de la Rochefoucauld...I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. And I want you. And I need your kiss. And your touch on my skin like a man needs water. Always. ↗

— Karen White

#love

I live in Florida, and when people ask how close to the beach I am, I say, “Twelve minutes or twelve hours. Depends on which beach you want to go to. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#florida #humor #humor

...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair... ↗

— John Geddes

#clouds #hair #love #memories #poetry-quotes

And I see that not touching for so long was a drive to the beach with the windows rolled up so the waves feel that much colder. ↗

— Amy Hempel

#beach #love #touching #love

P—Jamie!” I called. He waded back toward me. “I’m starting to think my name is Pajamie.” “Your name should be Pajerky. You said it wasn’t deep.” “Pajerky?” He gave me a skeptical look. “That’s Pathetic.” “We’ll see how smug you are once I’m on dry land. ↗

— Diana Peterfreund

#beach #funny #jamie #love-story #poe

I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#trousers #walking #love

Where are you? Have you arrived yet?” she asked eagerly. “I have. I’m here and it’s great. I love it.” “I knew you would!” cried Hannah. “So are you coming down? Help me pull a pint or two?” “Yeah, sure. Give me half an hour or so, and I’ll be there.” “Brilliant. See you soon.” “Bye,” replied Layla, hanging up. No time for eating then, she’d better unpack the car, sort out the bedraggled mess that she was, and get down to the pub. Start learning the ropes. Hauling one of the bags upstairs, she went into her bedroom and plonked it on the bed. Before doing anything else, however, she couldn’t resist peering out of the window again, having to imagine Gull Rock this time as the deepening night had hidden it completely. A year, she thought. That’s all I’ve got, a year. Enough time to get over anyone, surely? Taking in a deep breath then letting it slowly out, she bloody hoped so. ↗

— Shani Struthers

#imagination