In Sand Quotes

#1. Moonflowers blossom in the sand hills before dawn, just as I followed him.

Leslie Marmon Silko

#2. The ostrich burying its head in the sand does at any rate wish to convey the impression that its head is the most important part of it.

Katherine Mansfield

#3. Mother is the rock, I am the ocean. I have to pout and roll my eyes for hours until she finally wears down and crumbles into a thousand grains of beach sand. It takes a lot of energy. I don't think I have it in me.

Laurie Halse Anderson

#4. We cannot stick our heads in the sand concerning the issue of hunger in America. Even though this subject seldom reaches the front page of our newspapers or is featured on news programs because of its lack of sensationalism, the problem exists in massive proportions and must be defeated.

Bruce Davison

#5. Even though we may all become extinct, we can still leave our footprint in the sand.

Dr. Seuss

#6. It's only a world, after all, and they're just sand grains in the desert, worlds.

Neil Gaiman

#7. All summer long we spent dancin' in the sand, and the jukebox kept on playing Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

Johnny Ramistella

#8. Oh, may your silhouette not be broken in the sand,
oh may your eyelids not fly in the absence:
do not go for one minute, beloved,
because in that minute you will have gone so far
that I will cross all the earth asking
if you will return or if you will leave me dying.

Pablo Neruda

#9. Nothing is lifeless
when the moon writes its screed
on the silvern sand silence
-From the poem:The Universe In Blossom

Munia Khan

#10. When Ben came back to me, he said, "Why are you laying with your face in the sand?"
I made sure all the laughter was out of me before I rolled over. "I think it helps sunburn." I said.

Audrey Couloumbis

#11. But I felt like I'd made a journey to the land of fairytales only to find out that the magical world was identical to the real one. Even in fairytales, the sun still burns, sand still works its way into your bikini bottoms, and the diner next door to your motel still scorches toast.

Holly Schindler

#12. Apart from The Holiday, I haven't really spent a huge amount of time in LA. Not that I avoid it, it's just that I don't often go there unless I'm doing press. The one thing I have discovered about LA with kids is that it's really great for children. They really like the sun and making sand castles.

Kate Winslet

#13. Bliss is the ocean, a towel on the sand, the sun out, the chance to swim in waves or walk dragging a stick behind you, a good book, a cold drink.

Deb Caletti

#14. Pier Angeli was in the movie called Sea of Sand that Guy Green directed where this idea came up.

Richard Attenborough

#15. Filled with hope, Ico looked into Yorda's eyes. He felt like was looking into an hourglass, trying to pick through the grains of sand for some truth buried there long ago. He hadn't found anything yet, but the warmth of Yorda's hands in his told him that he was getting close.

Miyuki Miyabe

#16. They ate and picked sand from their chicken in the pink light.

Cathleen Schine

#17. Actually I think Art lies in both directions - the broad strokes, big picture but on the other hand the minute examination of the apparently mundane. Seeing the whole world in a grain of sand, that kind of thing.

Peter Hammill

#18. Talent, and genius as well, is like a grain of pearl sand shifting about in the creative mind. A valued tormentor.

Truman Capote

#19. I'm still a Chicagoan in the fact that I can't do Christmas with sand and palm trees. It just doesn't compute - it's not Christmas unless your face hurts when you step outside.

Johnny Galecki

#20. To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour.

William Blake

#21. Then pretty soon Sherburn sort of laughed; not the pleasant kind, but the kind that makes you feel like when you are eating bread that's got sand in it.

Mark Twain

#22. Movies are written in sand: applauded today, forgotten tomorrow.

D.W. Griffith

#23. Her skin is soft and delicate, like granules of sand that I would thread between my fingers. However my fear in that like the sand, she'll slip through my fingers and all I'll have of her is this single moment.

M.L. Steinbrunn

#24. It is the simplest things in life that hold the most wonder; the color of the sea, the sand between your toes, the laughter of a child.

Goldie Hawn

#25. I have a superstition that if I talk about plot, it's like letting sand out of a hole in the bottom of a bag.

Shirley Hazzard

#26. I've got a sleeping bag in the car." "You're getting me to spend the night on the beach with you." "I told you. I'm very romantic." Standing, Fletch brushed the sand off his skin. "And I told you romance is dead." "That's just wishful thinking," Fletch said. "I'll get the sleeping bag.

Anonymous

#27. She discovered that a great deal of the suffering in this world is due not so much to original sin, but to a kind of original stupidity, an unimaginative, stubborn stupidity.

George Sand

#28. So sweep away the sand an' dry the ocean, an' just pack the moon an' stars up in a cardboard box. And stop the clouds from chimin', block the sun from shinin',an' paint the sky a deeper shade of blue, 'cause my world's over without you.

Kenny Rogers

#29. Maketa," I said, throwing myself down in the sand. "I lost. The ocean won."
She smiled. "Was it a good feeling?"
"Mm," I said.
"That's good," she said. "Have another rice ball?

Ruth Ozeki

#30. You can do one of two things. You can bury you head in the sand and believe what everyone tells you - that you will always be that young, that thin and that fabulous. Or you can use all the things you have - talent, contacts, knowledge - and do something different.

Cat Deeley

#31. All the best sands of my life are somehow getting into the wrong end of the hourglass. If I could only reverse it! Were it in my power to do sowould I?

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

#32. The wind had flung the sand thirty thousand feet into the sky above the desert in a blinding cloud from the Niger to the Nile, and somewhere in it was the airplane.

Elleston Trevor

#33. In no text or archaeological finding do we find the term "Land of Israel" used to refer to a defined geographic region. This

Shlomo Sand

#34. The God of Loss.
The God of Small Things.
He left no footprints in the sand, no ripples in water, no image in mirrors.

Arundhati Roy

#35. I liked laughing, I found out, and music. I liked nice people, getting up early, and working hard. I liked simple pleasures, like my toes in the sand and someone to kiss.

Z.A. Maxfield

#36. Like words written in the sand taken away by waves
Thousands of years of culture discovered in lost caves
Climbing to a mountain at it's highest peak
Out of no where strength when thought down and weak

Justin Bienvenue

#37. Like George Sand, the feminism of the present day asserts the right of free thought against the creed of authority in every field; the solidarity of mankind and the cause of peace against the patriotism of militarism; social reform against the existing relations of society.

Ellen Key

#38. Now that would be a good way to face Armageddon, fighting it every step of the way, or should you choose to be an Ostrich, well you can go out with your head buried in the sand.

Steve Merrick

#39. Spatial intelligence is virtually left out of formal education. In kindergarten we give children blocks and sand with which to build. Then we take those things away for the next twelve years of their education and expect kids to be architects and engineers.

Ann Lewin-Benham

#40. Look at climate change; don't put your head in the sand. Understand that it is going to have profound effects on our resources and so much else.

Hillary Clinton

#41. If it were not for our conception of weights and measures we would stand in awe of the firefly as we do before the sun.

Kahlil Gibran

#42. My way is in the sand flowing
between the shingle and the dune
the summer rain rains on my life
on me my life harrying fleeing
to its beginning to its end

Samuel Beckett

#43. When I was a child growing up in Maine, one of my favorite things to do was to look for sand dollars on the seashores of Maine, because my parents told me it would bring me luck. But you know, these shells, they're hard to find. They're covered in sand. They're difficult to see.

Sarah Parcak

#44. You must not lose confidence in God because you lost confidence in your pastor. If our confidence in God had to depend upon our confidence in any human person, we would be on shifting sand.

Francis Schaeffer

#45. They cannot understand that the figure of a laborer - some furrows in a plowed field, a bit of sand, sea and sky - are serious objects, so difficult but at the same time so beautiful, that it is indeed worth while to devote one's life to the task of expressing the poetry hidden in them.

Brenda Ueland

#46. We could return from sand if we had to
form into a beautiful mosaic of glass that told our story in colors.

Addison Moore

#47. We cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire.

George Sand

#48. It's all arbitrary. Had Faye attended a different school. Had her parents moved away. Had Peggy been sick that day. Had she chosen a different boy. And on and on. A thousand permutations, a million possibilities, and almost all of them kept Faye from sitting here in the sand with Henry.

Nathan Hill

#49. Vacations in my family are rare events squeezed between races. I can count them on one hand, and even those amount to only a few hours each. Shopping in Los Angeles. Sinking my toes into snow white sand in Florida. They are tiny slips of memory strung around horses.

Mara Dabrishus

#50. Burying your head in the sand does not make you invisible it only leads to suffocation.

Wayne Gerard Trotman

#51. Faith is an excitement and an enthusiasm: it is a condition of intellectual magnificence to which we must cling as to a treasure, and not squander on our way through life in the small coin of empty words, or in exact and priggish argument.

George Sand

#52. There was no moon, but I could hear the surf a few yards in front of us. I spread my filthy cord coat on the sand for a pillow, then fell down and went to sleep.

Hunter S. Thompson

#53. You could drop Tony Stark naked in the middle of the desert and he'd fly out in a jet made of sand and cactus needles. It's not his *stuff* that gives him power. It's his *brain*. Try using yours. You'll be amazed the difference it makes.

Charles Soule

#54. The emotions attached to them were like sand castles in the tide, slowly washing out to sea.

Nicholas Sparks

#55. James Allen says 'We curse the effect and nourish the cause.' The guy puts sand in his shoes and he can hardly walk and you ask why would you do that? Why would we wish for it to change, hope for it to change, but all the while resisting change?

Jim Rohn

#56. We're all making castles in the sand, wonderful tapestries, an exquisite corpse. But is it meaningful? No. It's dogs barking. It doesn't mean anything beyond our yelping, at the pain of being alive.

Ariel Pink

#57. You, stupid one, who believe in laws which punish murder by murder ...

George Sand

#58. The Language of Sand has something for everyone: myths, mystery, community, humor, grief, and ultimately healing. I found myself not only rooting for Abigail but for the whole community of Chapel Isle. Block manages to hold sass and heartfelt emotion in perfect equilibrium.

Brunonia Barry

#59. We are too prone to engrave our trials in marble and write our blessings in sand.

Charles Spurgeon

#60. the Flyer and tossed it along the sand "just like you've seen an umbrella turned inside out and loose in the wind," remembered John

David McCullough

#61. We jumped into water so clear and warm that it was like jumping from air to air. The sand rose up under us and we floated to where it met the sea and walked out of the water like creatures in an act of evolution.

Elisabeth Eaves

#62. How do I know that there is a God? In the same way that I know, on looking at the sand, when a man or beast has crossed the desert - by His footprints in the world around me.

Henry Parry Liddon

#63. You still think like a child, don't you? Clay figurines sunk to their ankles in the sand, one here, one there, standing just so. One says this, the other says that, then you reach down and rearrange them accordingly. Scenes, vistas, stark with certainty.

Steven Erikson

#64. Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?

Maggie Stiefvater

#65. Worry and anxiety are sand in the machinery of life; faith is the oil.

E. Stanley Jones

#66. I don't think 'my way or the highway' works, that mentality. And that's what the Tea Party has done: drawn a line in the sand. I'm sorry - that doesn't work in business, that doesn't work in your family, it certainly doesn't work in government and our Congress.

Patrick Murphy

#67. The contemplation of Mont Blanc's unchanging summits for three or four days last month, the sight of that eternal snow, immaculate, sublime in its whiteness and calm, was enough to restore to my soul a serenity it had not known for a long time.

George Sand

#68. Unless a man first finds himself, finds his own essential nature and destiny, and begins from them, all his efforts and achievements will be built only on the sand of personality, and at the first serious shock the whole structure will crumble, perhaps destroying him in its fall.

Rodney Collin

#69. You must not fear that clutching at your dreams will shatter them so they run through your fingers like sand. That way lies a life spent in yearning. But yearning is only a season of dreaming, for dreams, if nurtured, become strong.

Alexia Casale

#70. People talk about medium. What is your medium? My medium as a writer has been dirt, clay, sand
what I could touch, hold, stand on, and stand for
Earth. My medium has been Earth. Earth in correspondence with my mind.

Terry Tempest Williams

#71. During one new moon at perigee, I stood on high ground, watching salt ponds overflow, cover the beach, and meet the ocean. Because the moon was invisible, the water was black as it drowned the sand, and the event felt primal - which in fact it was, because it was nature.

Luanne Rice

#72. Write today's worries in sand. Chisel yesterday's victories in stone. Pick up the stone of the past.

Max Lucado

#73. El Capitan is the most chapping environment in the world: windy, cold, super dry. I wake up twice a night and reapply lotion to my hands. We sand our fingertips to keep them smooth.

Tommy Caldwell

#74. A Quote from Monty's journal in GOD MUST BE WEEPING. I felt as anonymous as a grain of sand.

J.D. Winston

#75. First crush, first kiss, first time I saw the ocean
And dug my toes in the sand
Baseball and summer nights, casting out when the fish first bite,
First time I got a Chevy in my hands
I thought nothing can touch that by a mile
I thought nothing can make that moment seem so worthwhile

Scotty McCreery

#76. Julia follows the beach, the sand that is so white it makes her doubt the beaches in Heaven could possibly be any whiter, the water like peacock feathers lapping at the shore, vivid green blue going hyacinth out where the sea starts getting deep.

Caitlin R. Kiernan

#77. The wretched Artist himself is alternatively the lowest worm that ever crawled when no fire is in him; or the loftiest God that ever sand when the fire is going.

Caitlin Thomas

#78. So what do we do, then? He's not going to decompose. He'll be there forever." "Not forever," Teddy said. "Within a year, he'll be covered in sand from normal weather activity.

Andy Weir

#79. ...I lived for those long casual walks down the beach and the sight of her small footprints in the glistening wet sand...

Pat Conroy

#80. I didn't despise myself for being who I was, and I never would. I wouldn't allow anyone to make me feel bad about that. That was a line I could draw in the sand.

Z.A. Maxfield

#81. Was this perhaps life, then? - to have loved one summer in youth and not to have been aware of it until it was over, some sea-wet footprints on the floor and sand in the prints, the fragrance of a woman, soft loving lips in the dusk of a summer night, sea birds; and then nothing more; gone.

Halldor Laxness

#82. We don't lose people, they just slip down like sand through the loop holes we have in ourselves.

Himanshu Chhabra

#83. I don't cry for humans. I cry for things that are so beautiful I just can't stand it, like Bonnie in front of me, all crusty from rolling in the sand, with a mouthful of half-chewed hay and eyes that knew everything I'd ever thought or felt or been.

Judith Tarr

#84. Sometimes, someone you have known all your life becomes no longer familiar to you, but strange in a marvelous way, as if you have discovered a beach you have been visiting all your life is made not of sand but of diamonds, and they blind you with their beauty. -Malcom Fade, Lord of Shadows

Cassandra Clare

#85. Everyone makes mistakes. If everyone fell into the sand after making a mistake we would never get anywhere. We'd all be washed away in the sea, lost forever. Do you understand?

Celia Mcmahon

#86. But George actually does have a point, because you know when they send out those space probes and they beam back footage of what it looks like up there? All those films ever show are sand and rocks. I've never seen a bra in any of that footage.

Carrie Fisher

#87. I can't seem to keep my heart from leaking out of the cracks, like sand clutched in a fist.

Kiersten White

#88. One disagreeable result of whispering is that it seems to evoke an atmosphere of silence, haunted by the ghosts of sound - strange cracks and tickings, the rustling of garments that have no substance in them, and the tread of dreadful feet that would leave no mark on the sea-sand or the winter snow.

Charles Dickens

#89. I dreamt we walked together along the shore. We made satisfying small talk and laughed. This morning I found sand in my shoe and a seashell in my pocket. Was I only dreaming?

Maya Angelou

#90. What if they're using videogames to train us to fight without us even knowing it? Like Mr. Miyagi in The Karate Kid, when he made Daniel-san paint his house, sand his deck, and wax all of his cars - he was training him and he didn't even realize it! Wax on, wax off - but on a global scale!

Ernest Cline

#91. I like the night beach. The full moon. The moonlit sand, the waves silvery in the brightness. Nature is sexy, and that makes me think God is alive and has very good taste.

Beth Ann Bauman

#92. How many ways have you thought of already?" "Who can count the number of stars in the sky or grains of sand upon the beach? It's futile.

Richelle Mead

#93. If you put the government in charge of the Sahara Desert, in five years there'd be a shortage of sand. - Milton Friedman

Vikram Mansharamani

#94. The gap between the committed and the indifferent is a Sahara whose faint trails, followed by the mind's eye only, fade out in sand.

Nadine Gordimer

#95. Glass is sand and sand is glass!
The ant dancing blind as blind ants do
on the lip of the rim and the rim of the lip.
White in the night and grey in the day-
smiling spider she never smiles but smile she does
though the ant never sees, blind as it is-
and now was!

Steven Erikson

#96. Tortoise steps, slow steps, four steps like a tank with a tail dragging in the sand.
Tortoise steps, land based, land locked, dusty like the desert tortoise herself, fenced in, a prisoner on her own reservation
teaching us the slow art of revolutionary patience.

Terry Tempest Williams

#97. In fifteen hundred years someone will figure out a way to squeeze black juice out of the yellow sand, and that will get everyone very excited. Some people who were rich already will get a lot richer, and some people who were poor will be told that they're richer but will be pretty sure they're not.

Louise Carey

#98. And to stick our head in the sand and pretend that we are somehow safer if we do not know or to pretend we are somehow safer if we limit our options seems to me not only foolish but actually dangerous.

Mac Thornberry

#99. Aliens might be surprised to learn that in a cosmos with limitless starlight, humans kill for energy sources buried in the sand

Neil DeGrasse Tyson

#100. If you could touch the alien sand and hear the cries of strange birds, and watch them wheel in another sky, would that satisfy you?

William Hartnell