Top 84 Sea Sand Quotes
#1. What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow. What are brief? today and tomorrow. What are frail? spring blossoms and youth. What are deep? the ocean and truth.
Christina Rossetti
#2. 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
#3. Jessica stopped a few feet away so that Ken could get an optimal view of her body posed against the seductive backdrop of the sea, sand, and palm trees.
Francine Pascal
#5. 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
#6. We are adrift on a sea of moonlight sand, the silence as infinite as the space between the stars.
Jessica Khoury
#7. You don't need to be the tide to rise and fall,
you don't have to be a wave to touch the shore;
just be a little sand-grain and feel them all
Munia Khan
#8. The blue sky adds Dont call me eternity, call me God if you like, sll of you talkers are in paradise: the leaf is paradise, the tree stump is paradise, the paper bag is paradise, the man is paradise, the sand is paradise, the sea is paradise, the man is paradise, the fog is paradise
Jack Kerouac
#9. By the sandy water I breathe in the odor of the sea,
From there the wind comes and blows over the world,
By the sandy water I breathe in the odor of the sea,
From there the clouds come and rain falls over the world.
Jane Bierhorst
#10. Watching the sea as it carried to shore millions of fragments of the sun and cast them, cooled and foaming, on the sand.
Dean Koontz
#11. We [Raymond and Meursault] stared at each other without blinking, and everything came to a stop there between the sea, the sand, and the sun, and the double silence of the flute and the water. It was then that I realized that you could either shoot or not shoot.
Albert Camus
#12. If those arrangements [the fundamental arrangements of knowledge] were to disappear as they appeared ... then one can certainly wager that man would be erased, like a face drawn in sand at the edge of the sea.
Michel Foucault
#13. A congeries of motives prevents us from blowing up our spinning mills and reviving the distaff. Gandhi had a try at this sort of revolution: he was as simple-minded as a child trying to empty the sea on to the sand with the aid of a tea-cup.
Antoine De Saint-Exupery
#14. The sand was hard-packed and solid and wet, speckled all over with cockle shells in colors and patterns of such profusion and variety that they must have given the first Dutchmen the idea to go out into the sea and bring back precious things from afar.
Neal Stephenson
#15. On a sea floor that looks like a sandy mud bottom, that at first glance might appear to be sand and mud, when you look closely and sit there as I do for a while and just wait, all sorts of creatures show themselves, with little heads popping out of the sand. It is a metropolis.
Sylvia Earle
#16. I saw the long line of the vacant shore, The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand, And the brown rocks left bare on every hand, As if the ebbing tide would flow no more.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#17. The Shell
The sea fills my ear
with sand and with fear.
You may wash out the sand,
but never the sound
of the ghost of the sea
that is haunting me.
Ted Hughes
#18. I wiped away the weeds and foam, I fetched my sea-born treasures home; But the poor, unsightly, noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore, With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#19. There was the same dazzling red glare. The sea gasped for air with each shallow, stifled wave that broke on the sand ... with every blade of light that flashed off the sand, from a bleached shell or a peice of broken glass, my jaws tightened. I walked for a long time.
Albert Camus
#20. The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a clear sky and the sun on its way down.
Gina Berriault
#21. I had removed my patent leather shoes after a while, for they foundered badly in the sand. It pleased me to think they would be perched there on the silver log, pointing out to sea, like a sort of soul-compass, after I was dead.
Sylvia Plath
#22. Alice twists a lock of her hair as she sucks on her straw and swivels back and forth on her seat. The shush of the ball bearings sounds like the sea to her, like waves retreating through the sand. She is a thousand miles away. I know this, but I'm not going to let her know I know.
Jan Strnad
#23. The levee had always been my beach, the world beyond it, my ocean. That's as close as it got here, anyway. No waves, no dolphins, no white sand, no sea gulls. If you were lucky enough, though, every once in a while you did get to see a crane, or a beaver.
Laura Miller
#24. 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
#25. It's the water beyond the titanium sand that draws me in. Not blue, not even the bright green of a clear lagoon, something more like sea foam. A green so bright it has a tint of yellow. The color of clarity. Of shallow water over white sand.
Hugh Howey
#26. 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
#27. Castles made of sand slip into the sea eventually ~ JIMI HENDRIX, MUSICIAN
Leo Gough
#28. 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
#29. 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
#30. Though the wind was commanding the sand into even ridges, it couldn't control the sea.
Jennie Nash
#31. Waves tossed themselves against the shore, dragging grit and sand between their nails as they were slowly pulled back out to sea.
Holly Black
#32. I grew up in the west of Ireland, and Galway was our local seaside resort. We'd go for one day of the year during the summer, and I have enduring memories of the sand and the sea.
Philip Treacy
#33. He kissed me like ice cream, like a jazz waltz, the rough, gentle way the sea washed sand off my skin on the hottest day of the year.
Helen Oyeyemi
#34. If I am going to be drowned - if I am going to be drowned - if I am going to be drowned, why, in the name of the seven mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and contemplate sand and trees?
Stephen Crane
#35. No footprints in the sand. Pebbles and bits of weed are strung in scalloped lines. Three outer islands bear low stone forts; a green lantern glows on the tip of a jetty. It feels appropriate somehow, to have reached the edge of the continent, to have only the hammered sea left in front of him.
Anthony Doerr
#36. I could run nearly naked on a hot, windy beach and plunge without care into a running diamond sea; roll on the sand and fling my arms wide to the sun and still be what I was ... young.
Anne Rivers Siddons
#37. I want a love as deep as the sea, A love that will forever carry me, Away....Where I can go far away from this land...to forget about the love I lost in the sand.
Christopher St. John Sampayo
#38. The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low:
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.
Robert Browning
#39. I have always had, as I know many people have, a singular passion for Australia. I do love the sunburnt country, its ancient landscapes, its exhilarating reaches of sand and sea.
Peter Garrett
#40. The Seventh Sense
Women
who build nations
learn
to love
men
who build nations
learn
to love
children
building sand castles
by the rising sea
Audre Lorde
#41. Does anyone ask you why you stay, Sean Kendrick?"
"They do."
"And why do you?"
"The sky and the sand and the sea and Corr.
Maggie Stiefvater
#42. The golden west between its softly dark shores. The sea moaned eerily on the sand-bar, sorrowful even in spring, but a sly, jovial wind
L.M. Montgomery
#43. In the time it takes for her to walk from the bathhouse at the seawall of Fortune's Rocks, where she has left her boots and has discreetly pulled off her stockings, to the waterline along which the sea continually licks the pink and silver sand, she learns about desire.
Anita Shreve
#44. I write because I hope.I write because I have faith.
Hope.Hope alike a fresh flower grows in the sand of my heart .
Faith.Faith alike the Sea will be perishing only when Sea disappears .
Katerina Kostaki
#45. 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
#46. My God, my God
May there be no end
To the sea, to the sand,
The splash of the water,
The glow of the sky,
The prayer of man
Hannah Senesh
#47. I am forever walking upon these shores,
Betwixt the sand and the foam,
The high tide will erase my food prints,
And the wind will blow away the foam,
But the sea and the shore will remain forever.
Kahlil Gibran
#48. You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence,
while the sea destroys its perpetual statues,
collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness:
because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics,
galloping water, incessant sand,
we make the only permanent tenderness.
Pablo Neruda
#49. Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.
Jimi Hendrix
#50. I invent her, then, as a woman emerging from the sea.
A tall man meets here on the black sand.
You've come back, he says.
Can barely see her in the sea-light.
They make love there, and become horses.
As night grows black they become weeds
Maggie Nelson
#51. I listen to the silence
and yearn to be more me,
swimming in the sea of myself,
learning eternally -
finding out where the rocks are
and smoothing them into sand.
Jay Woodman
#52. As you come out of the sea, naked,
and return to the world full of salt and sun,
reverberating statue and sword of the sand.
Pablo Neruda
#53. 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
#54. 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
#55. If lighthouse becomes a burning candle,
flickered upon ocean's insanity.
Your sailing heart there anchors to handle
the obsessed breeze towards sand dune's vanity.
Munia Khan
#56. Beyond those was a stretch of sand and miles of dark blue sea. You couldn't make out a thing on the other side. As a little girl, Maggie believed that the world dropped off out there, that if you swam far enough you might fall into a starry sky.
J. Courtney Sullivan
#57. 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
#58. I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore.
Kahlil Gibran
#59. The emotions attached to them were like sand castles in the tide, slowly washing out to sea.
Nicholas Sparks
#60. 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
#61. 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
#62. Oh, that river of wishes, the slippery crocodile dream of it, how it might have carried my body down through all the glittering sand bars to the sea.
Barbara Kingsolver
#63. If you're a beach person or a golfer, Key West is not for you. Most of the sand has been imported, and the water is shallow until you've waded far out, and all the way the sea floor is covered with yucky algae and sea grass.
Edmund White
#64. Pier Angeli was in the movie called Sea of Sand that Guy Green directed where this idea came up.
Richard Attenborough
#65. What will the creature made all of sea-drift do on the dry sand of daylight; what will the mind do, each morning, waking? His
Ursula K. Le Guin
#66. Every grain of sand or silt carried out by the rivers and deposited at sea displaces a corresponding amount of water.
Rachel Carson
#67. I love the sea's sounds and the way it reflects the sky. The colours that shimmer across its surface are unbelievable. This, combined with the colour of the water over white sand, surprises me every time.
John Dyer
#68. I dropped my head into my arms. I could hear the sea vibrating, the tiny hiss of displaced sand and the click of stones. If I lay still and quiet enough, I thought, I could melt into this elemental world of sun, water and wide, open horizon.
Elizabeth Buchan
#69. When I see the sea again
has the sea seen me or hasn't it seen me?
Why the waves ask me
The same that I ask them?
And why do they hit the rock
With such a futile enthusiasm?
Don't they get tired of repeating
their declaration to the sand?
Pablo Neruda
#70. To me there is something completely and satisfyingly restful in that stretch of sea and sand, sea and sand and sky - complete peace, complete fulfillment.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
#71. You've got my love the same way the ocean has the shore. It's always there - the tide can change, the sea can be rough, but somewhere the water always meets the sand. That never changes
Danielle Stewart
#72. Take my hand
and ...
feel the sand
beneath your aimless feet
towards the sparkling waves
Munia Khan
#73. In the deepest places, where physical norms collapse under the crushing water, bodies still fall softly through the dark, days after their vessels have capsized. They decay on their long journey down. Nothing will hit the black sand at the bottom of the world but algae-covered bones.
China Mieville
#74. She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
William Shakespeare
#75. And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually..
Jimi Hendrix
#76. Clouds of the golden west between its softly dark shores. The sea moaned eerily on the sand-bar, sorrowful even in spring, but a
L.M. Montgomery
#77. Countless are, as the sand in the sea, the deep desires of men, and none resembles the other, and all of them, whether shameful, or great, in the beginning are obedient, but later become terrible masters over him.
Nikolai Gogol
#78. It was not about the sea or the sand, but burying her feet there had seemed to cure what had worried her ...
Alice McDermott
#79. And Gat did shut up, but his face contorted. He stood abruptly, picked up a rock from the sand, and threw it with all his force. He pulled off his sweatshirt and kicked off his shoes. Then he walked into the sea in his jeans. Angry.
E. Lockhart
#80. I grew, a happy, healthy child in a bright world of illustrated books, clean sand, orange trees, friendly dogs, sea vistas and smiling faces.
Vladimir Nabokov
#81. I've seen you up close, like this. I remember your eyes. They're the color of the sea -- just inside a coral reef and your freckles are like the stones of a volcanic island scattered along the sand. Your hair is like the sun setting over the water, shooting out orange rays in all directions
Melissa Turner Lee
#82. I stood upon the sand of the sea and saw a beast rise up out of the sea ... and upon his heads the name of blasphemy.
Frank Herbert
#83. Strong winds buffet the sea oats and tall dune grasses, tossing sand and seabirds where it will, winding my sister's golden hair into sunlit spirals of silk until it becomes the only good memory I have of her
the only memory I allowed myself to keep.
Karen White
#84. A beach is not only a sweep of sand, but shells of sea creatures, the sea glass, the seaweed, the incongruous objects washed up by the ocean.
Henry Grunwald
