#seashore

I'm so alive. As I stand facing the beauty of the never-ending Pacific Ocean, a late afternoon breeze blows down from the hills behind. As always, it is a beautiful day. The sun is making its final descent. The magic is about to begin. The skies are ready to burn with brilliance, as it turns from a soft blue to a bright orange. Looking towards the West, I stare in awe at the hypnotic power of the waves. A giant curl begins to take form, then breaks with a thundering clap as it crashes on the shore. ↗

— Dave Pelzer

#happiness #magic #optimism #seashore #beauty

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#changing #color #idle #mind #reverie

Every time I have some moment on a seashore, or in the mountains, or sometimes in a quiet forest, I think this is why the environment has to be preserved. ↗

— Bill Bradley

#environment #every #every time #forest #i

The lonely wanderer, who watches by the seashore the waves that roll between him and his home, talks of cruel facts, material barriers that, just because they are material, and not ideal, shall be the irresistible foes of his longing heart. ↗

— Josiah Royce

#because #between #cruel #facts #foes