It was long minutes before he could look back again towards the shore.

Both species began to move towards the shore as she walked past.

I walked down the street, along towards the shore, and turned into a bar.

After an hour the ship began to drive towards the shore.

They take off towards the shore in a little boat.

She looked not at him, but towards the sandy shore.

If I walked towards the one shore or the other it made no difference: either way was hell.

He it was, the force moving my life towards the shore of destiny.

Then I ran into the wind until my feet left the deck, turned towards the shore.

She kept going at a steady pace towards the shore.