How thin and insecure is that little beach of white sand we call consciousness. I've always known that in my writing it… — Athol Fugard Copy Share Image
I am convinced that the greatest legacy we can leave our children are happy memories: those precious moments so much like pebbles… — Og Mandino Copy Share Image
“He found her seated on her veranda steps, picking grass seeds out of a pair of old khaki army socks. About sixty,… — Garry Disher Copy Share Image
“And then, some morning in the second week, the mind wakes, comes to life again. Not in a city sense—no—but beach-wise. It… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
“I sat up a bit and looked out over the railing toward the ocean. The sight always took my breath away. The… — Dorothea Benton Frank Copy Share Image
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Do you think death is the end of everything, Marie-Anne?” “I hope so,” whispered Marieanne. “Here on the Brittany coast we believe… — Nina George Copy Share Image
“It was as if there were no names here, as if there were no words. The desert cleansed everything in its wind,… — Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clézio Copy Share Image
You are the life, fire and passion that burn within me. You are the reason I look forward for tomorrow, the reason… — She's_gone Copy Share Image
