Top 100 Quotes About Sand
#1. Depending on which biologist you speak to, between thirty-six and forty total phyla are recognized on our planet. Rainforests, our flagships of biodiversity, are known to contain sixteen phyla. The spaces in between sand grains are home to twenty-two.
Michael Welland
#2. The boardwalk was mobbed like downtown at Christmas, only with the roller coaster roaring overhead. The beach was even worse. It was like an obstacle course of blankets and people. It was hard for him to walk on sand and the cane didn't help at all.
Anita Diamant
#3. They were the men and the women of the sand, of the wind, of the light, of the night. They appeared as in a dream, at the crest of a dune, as if they were born of the cloudless sky.
Jean-Marie G. Le Clezio
#4. Phil Needle stood in the parking lot, suddenly grasping that this was so, that nothing is lost in a world utterly mapped, that nothing is rogue with everything cross-pollinated, as the shouts on the beach lured him across the street to the sand.
Daniel Handler
#5. My role in life is that of the grain of sand to the oyster-it irritates the oyster and out comes a pearl.
Ross Perot
#6. If you look at the various strategies available for dealing with a new technology, sticking your head in the sand is not the most plausible strategy.
Ralph Merkle
#7. Wilderness has been characterized as barren and unproductive; little can be grown in its sand and rock. But the crops of wilderness have always been its spiritual values - silence and solitude, a sense of awe and gratitude - able to be harvested by any traveler who visits.
David Douglas
#8. We slid down on our behinds, little avalanches of sand pouring around our feet and down our pants.
Ransom Riggs
#9. I smoke two cartons of unfiltered cigs and down a bottle of American rye whiskey as a warm up, generally. Then swallow beach sand and general aggregate to get some texture in the voice, followed by a stick of butter to smooth it all out. This works for me, but may not be for everyone.
Roger Craig Smith
#10. Lily Brown writes with and against things in poems that are coiled up tight as springs (or snakes). A believer in the power of the line, she writes, 'I think the plastics/and sink them' then 'Where is the sand/man hiding the dirt.' These terse, biting poems will make you look around and wonder.
Rae Armantrout
#11. Why did you throw sand when I just told you not to?"
What child says, "Hmm, why did I? I guess there's no good reason. Thanks for pointing that out. It won't happen again.
Joanna Faber
#12. I really need some answers."
"I know you do." Her hands came down. "I just can't believe you don't know anything."
"Believe it."
"How am I supposed to explain this to you?"
"With words. That'd work for me. Faster than drawing pictures in the sand with a stick.
Veronica Rossi
#13. I have known beaches, but I have no particular fondness for them. I don't like sand in my crevices. I don't like sand at all. I don't enjoy all that sunshine and heat without the benefit of climate control.
Roxane Gay
#14. It wasn't the mountain ahead that wears you out, but the grain of sand in your shoe
Karen White
#16. Sometimes ideas are coming so fast that I have to stop doing one song to get another. But I don't forget the first one. If it works, it will always be there. It's like the truth: it will find you and lift you up. And if it ain't right, it will dissolve like sand on the beach.
Prince
#17. Snow-white moslem head-dress around a dead black face!
Beautiful were your sand-papering words against our skins!
Margaret Walker
#19. It isn't a perfect place. There are no perfect places. But nobody cares about perfection when there are sand castles to build and kites to chase, children that are being born, old hearts that are giving in.
Lauren DeStefano
#20. Never let society to turn you into a grain of sand on the beach! Be different, be individual! Refuse to look alike with others! Leave your herd, only then you will have a real name and till then your name will remain as a grain of sand!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#21. I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan, like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.
Bob Dylan
#22. It was possible to grow up in an instant, that you could look down and see the line in the sand dividing your life now from what it used to be.
Jodi Picoult
#23. Nothing erodes [a mother's love]. It is not sand on a beach. It is the nuclear heart of things-hard as the rock of this earth.
Beth Kephart
#24. From the foot of the pyramids I contemplate twenty centuries, buried in the sand ... I came here to hold on to fleeting life, and I see all about me only death ... I write this, not quite knowing what I'm saying, but I dry the ink with the dust of Egyptian queens.
Rachel
#25. There's more truth in a grain of sand than you'll ever hear from man, woman, saint or sage. We classicists would sooner trust a potsherd.
Casper Silk
#26. The sea wears down cliffs, Emma, and turns them into sand; so love wears us down and breaks our defences. You only do not know how much it means, to have people who will fight for you when it goes wrong.
Cassandra Clare
#27. The body is so easily damaged, so easily disposed of, water and chemicals is all it is, hardly more to it than a jellyfish drying on sand.
Margaret Atwood
#28. You're nothing but an intruder. A germ. A piece of sand agitating my oyster. But you're not a pearl; you're a tumor or a wart or a cyst.
Ainslie Hogarth
#29. It may be bliss not to know a tornado is coming because you have no need to worry or take action. But while your head is in the sand your bum is in the air, the tornado is still coming.
David Icke
#30. Talk of treasure is as common as sand. Truth is not contained in any one grain. One must know how to sift it from the legends and wishes of old men.
Andrew C. Katen
#31. Like those great sphinxes lounging through eternity in noble attitudes upon the desert sand, they gaze incuriously at nothing, calm and wise.
Charles Baudelaire
#32. When your head is firmly in the sand, another part of your anatomy is fully exposed.
Don Feder
#33. The sand has rules. Fucked up rules, but rules nonetheless.
Kameron Hurley
#34. In the eternal lazy morning of the Pacific, days slip away into months, months into years; the seasons are reduced to the faintest nuance by the great central fact of the sunshine; one might pass a lifetime, it seems, between two yawns, lying bronzed and naked in the sand.
Christopher Isherwood
#35. On the rare occasions when my family talked about business, the subject was Kansas City's Boss Pendergast and his potential for muscling my dad's small gravel-and-sand operation.
Carol Loomis
#36. Though the sand may be washed by the sea
And the old will be lost in the new
Well four will not wait for three
For three never waited for two
And though you will not wait for me
I'll wait for you
I'll wait for you
And I'll wait for you
Passenger
#37. Castles made of sand slip into the sea eventually ~ JIMI HENDRIX, MUSICIAN
Leo Gough
#38. I grew up on black sand greens. The best tees were old, dry cowpies, believe it or not.
Billy Casper
#39. People want leadership, Mr. President, and in the absence of genuine leadership, they'll listen to anyone who steps up to the microphone. They want leadership. They're so thirsty for it they'll crawl through the desert toward a mirage, and when they discover there's no water, they'll drink the sand.
Michael J. Fox
#40. Terplash, & what difference make! One little white spark of light! Hair woven hands Penelope seaboat smeller
Is Virgin you trying to fathom me Tiresome old sea, aint you sick & tired of all of this merde? this incessant boom boom & sand walk
Jack Kerouac
#41. All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be, I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate-school mountain, but there in the sand pile at Sunday School.
Robert Fulghum
#42. Do not consider that to be wealth which is hoarded away, for how is it better than sand gathered from the nearest heap? Nor that which comes in from men who groan at their taxes: for the gold that is wrung from tears is of base alloy and black.
Apollonius Of Tyana
#43. But no matter how ferociously pitiable is the dried up graveyard, the sand and barrenness and the sluggish little stream have their own persistent individual damnation. The world is at least so constructed that its treasures may be damned each in a different manner and degree.
Mary MacLane
#44. He who does a kindness to an ungrateful person, sets his seal to a flint and sows his seed upon the sand; on the former he makes no impression, and from the latter finds no product.
Robert South
#45. An atom is as true as a grain of sand
and yet
The former can ne'er be felt until the mingling
Of many in unison
Lends form and substance to the invisible
---Dreams---
Ilene B. Benator
#46. Lines of gulls standing on glassy blue patches of wet sand.
Cathleen Schine
#47. One thought includes all thought, in the sense that a grain of sand includes the universe.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
#48. Sand, which didn't even have a form of it's own. Yet, not a single thing could stand against this shapeless, destructive power. The very fact that it had no form was doubtless the highest manifestation of its strenght, was it not?
Kobo Abe
#49. Sand can resist to water; but it cannot win. Ignorant can resist to knowledge; but it cannot win.
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#50. We figure to ourselves The thing we like; and then we build it up, As chance will have it, on the rock or sand,- For thought is tired of wandering o'er the world, And homebound Fancy runs her bark ashore.
Henry Taylor
#51. And so it was that in the midst of chaos and color and light, in the glorious rebirth of a magical world, there remained two small vessels dark and drained. And those vessels were the heart and the soul of a brokenhearted young mage, sobbing alone in the sand.
Lisa McMann
#52. Why had he assumed time was some sort of infinite resource? Now the hourglass had busted open, and what he'd always assumed was just a bunch of sand turned out to be a million tiny diamonds.
Tommy Wallach
#53. The hot west wind that blew like sand whispering across stone.
Steven Erikson
#54. Looks like a sand pile my kids have been playing in for a long time - it's all beat up - no definition - just a lot of bumps and holes.
William Anders
#55. Sand. Everywhere. In the bed, in the shower, all over the floor. Grrrrr.
T. S. Eliot
#56. I walk among bodies still in the sand, People and that something they die for
S.L. Northey
#57. On sand, you can never be sure of anything. An ordinary shot can take a wicked deflection at the last moment.
Eric Cantona
#58. Los Angeles, give me some of you! Los Angeles come to me the way I came to you, my feet over your streets, you pretty town I loved you so much, you sad flower in the sand, you pretty town!
John Fante
#59. Be what you are, all that you are. Wear yourself proudly. It will require that you draw a line, but that line in the sand is your courage.
Christy Hall
#60. People say that time slips through our fingers like sand. What they don't acknowledge is that some of the sand sticks to the skin. These are memories that will remain, memories of the time when there was still time left.
David Levithan
#61. At ebb tide I wrote a line upon the sand, and gave it all my heart and all my soul. At flood tide I returned to read what I had inscribed and found my ignorance upon the shore.
Khalil Gibran
#62. Perhaps they should feel this safe sand blow away so that their heads are uncovered for a time, so that they will have to taste not only the solid honesty of my red borscht, but the new flavor of the changing world.
Mary Francis Kennedy Fisher
#63. All self-effort is but sinking sand. Christ alone is the Rock of our salvation.
Henry Allen Ironside
#64. I don't want to sit on the sidelines and not value the gift of being here. Instead of the idea of time ticking away, the grains of sand running out, I try to think of time as giving me another grain of sand, another gift. So time passing is an accumulation, rather than a diminishing.
Tori Amos
#65. The absolute easiest thing to do is spend time, as often as one can, in tranquil or majestic nature. Look at butterflies. Walk barefoot in the sand. Put your feet in a clean, bubbling stream. Walk in a city park and feed the pigeons. Anything. Get out and take a walk.
Gary K. Smith
#66. I want to be a taxidermist! I wanna fill animals with sand. I wanna get more sand into an animal than anybody has ever bloody got in one. I wanna fill a rat with the entire Gobi Desert, so it's really quite tight.
Eddie Izzard
#67. Because ka was like a fish, ka was like a sand dune, ka was like a wheel that didn't want to stop but only to roll on and on, crushing whatever might happen to be in its path. A wheel of many spokes.
Stephen King
#68. Solid stone is just sand and water ... Sand and water and a million years gone by.
Beth Nielsen Chapman
#69. It is easier to invest for cash flow during a financial crisis. So don't waste a good crisis by hiding your head in the sand. The longer the crisis lasts, the richer some people will become.
Robert Kiyosaki
#70. My steps were muffled. It was quiet, so quiet that I felt as if I did not walk but instead crawled in silence. The snow covered everthing and I walked above cotton, on silent carpets, on beach sand. Softness is temporary and deceiving. It gently receives you and gently expels you.
Rawi Hage
#71. Who may be called a paramahamsa? He who, like a swan, can take the milk from a mixture of milk and water, leaving aside the water. He who, like an ant, can take the sugar from a mixture of sugar and sand, leaving aside the sand.
Ramakrishna
#72. And the one here in my hand isn't brown and shiny like the rest. It is flat and sleepy like the sand, which through my fingers I set rolling. Slowly, step by step, as if unwilling I let my feet wander on, ahead. (September 24, 1939) p. 7
Pearl Fichman
#73. Tel Aviv is new, built on the sand dunes north of Jaffa in the 1890s, about the same time Miami was founded. The cities bear a resemblance in size, site, climate, and architecture, which ranges from the bland to the fancifully bland.
P. J. O'Rourke
#74. That sand into which we bury ourselves in order not to see, is formed of words ... and it is true that words, their labyrinths, the exhausting immensity of their "possibles", in short their treachery, have something of quicksand about them.
Georges Bataille
#75. Estate taxes make every one of us nervous. If there's an owner who isn't, he has his head in the sand.
Dan Rooney
#76. It's amazing how the things you remember forever are the things you'd rather forget and the things you desperately want to grasp onto seem to slip away like sand in the wind.
Jessica Sorensen
#77. We hit the sunny beaches where we occupy ourselves keeping the sun off our skin, the saltwater off our bodies, and the sand out of our belongings.
Erma Bombeck
#79. During the say the traces of summer , reluctant to depart, still set the sand afire, and their bare feet could not stand it for more than five minutes at a time. But when the sun set, the crack-ridden walls of the room let in the cold night damp.
Kobo Abe
#80. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step.
Haruki Murakami
#81. [The sound of the wind] was just more proof that the workings of the world were random, that beauty, like suffering, was meaningless, that human life was as pointless as waves on sand.
Anita Diamant
#82. Stats are important to me, especially the ones related to scoring. You're going to miss fairways and greens out here, so how you play from the sand really matters.
Jordan Spieth
#83. I never see a ship sailing out of the channel, or a gull soaring over the sand-bar, without wishing I were on board the ship or had wings, not like a dove 'to fly away and be at rest,' but like a gull, to sweep out into the very heart of the storm.
L.M. Montgomery
#84. New Orleans lives by the water and fights it, a sand castle set on a sponge nine feet below sea level, where people made music from heartache, named their drinks for hurricanes and joked that one day you'd be able to tour the city by gondola.
Nancy Gibbs
#85. Prince Doran had closed the draperies of his litter as soon as the Spear Tower came in sight, yet still the small folk shouted out to him as the litter passed. The Sand Snakes have stirred them to a boil, the captain thought uneasily.
George R R Martin
#86. The detonation was deafening, the blast a bruised gout of flame that drove back the airborne sand and the wind carrying it, and flung the attackers and their mounts like a god's hand, backward onto the road and off the sides.
Steven Erikson
#87. The ramparts of Vienna are crumbling into the sand; no one wants to live so confined, however, the entire country is already surrounded by a Chinese wall!
Franz Grillparzer
#88. I don't know why it's called "getting lost." Even when you turn down the wrong street, when you find yourself at the dead end of a chain-link fence or a road that turnd to sand, you are somewhere. It just isn't where you expected to be.
Jodi Picoult
#89. There are golfers everywhere who may never get a chance to play a links course in Scotland, a tree-lined course in America or the sand belts of Australia. Hopefully I can bring some of those elements into their backyards.
Tiger Woods
#90. Some people are averse to change, but the advertising model is going to change with or without the Hopper. What we're saying to the broadcasters is, 'There's a way for you not to put your head in the sand.'
Charlie Ergen
#91. Can we find "The Universe in a grain of sand"? Well perhaps, but a stone seems easier to visualize.
Peter J. Carroll
#92. The luminous light that burns on the Arizona desert, out of long miles of untouched sage and sand. . . . Yes, that's where I want to be, on an observation car traveling swiftly into the Southwest. Losing myself in a shimmer of fine dust.
Elizabeth Shepley Sergeant
#93. What is time? The shadow on the dial, the striking of the clock, the running of the sand, day and night, summer and winter, months, years, centuries-these are but arbitrary and outward signs, the measure of Time, not Time itself. Time is the Life of the Soul.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#94. And bad mistakes I've made a few I've had my share of sand kicked in my face - But I've come through
Queen
#95. Concentrate. Level the sight. Breathe in.
Ease the trigger. And relax?
BLAP! The can somersaulted across the sand.
Pride swelled till I thought I'd burst.
But my pride slipped at Dad's reality check.
Not bad. Pretty good, in fact. For a girl.
Ellen Hopkins
#96. Though the wind was commanding the sand into even ridges, it couldn't control the sea.
Jennie Nash
#97. I'm also big on journaling. You can write in the sand or on a watermelon or whatever suits you, but the key is to get it out of your head and out of your heart and down your arms and into something, a keyboard or piece of paper.
Deborah King
#98. All you have to do is contemplate a simple grain of sand, and you will see in it all the marvels of creation.
Paulo Coelho
#99. And all around is the desert; a corner of the mournful kingdom of sand.
Pierre Loti
#100. It's not unexpected that shooting massive amounts of water, sand, and chemicals at high pressure into the earth to shatter shale and release natural gas might shake things up. But earthquakes aren't the worst problem with fracking.
David Suzuki
