Sun Sand Sayings

#1. Your anger was a climate I inhabited like a desert in a dry frigid weather of high thin air and ivory sun, sand dunes the wind lifted into stinging clouds that blinded and choked me where the only ice was in the blood.

Marge Piercy

#2. I need the sun, sand and ocean to rejuvenate my spirit, the food to enliven my body and all of the familiar places, friends and family to revitalize my soul. I go for replenishment. For a kind of love that I truly know. For a place of belonging, always.

Grace Gealey

#3. 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

#4. 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

#5. 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

#6. 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

#7. As you wake up to sort of Morocco coming to life, and you drive a two hour journey through the desert as the sun is rising over the sand dunes ... I saw landscapes and visual stuff that I'll never forget. It was special.

Jim Sturgess

#8. The sun woke me up the next morning. I sat up and groaned. My clothes were full of sand.

Hunter S. Thompson

#9. From RIVER
My body is filled with sand. The heavy grains flow from my eyes and seek somewhere to fall.
Speak to me friends. Tell me I am free to go now, for I need to sit alone in the sun on the river bank, juggling pebbles.

Jay Woodman

#10. The liveness in me just loves to feel the liveness in growing things, in grass and rain and leaves and flowers and sun and feathers and furs and earth and sand and moss.

Emily Carr

#11. Greatness exists like an ocean within you. Why do you want to act like a fish out of water, wriggling on the sand under the scorching sun? Look! The water is just one millimeter away! Jump in!

Gurumayi Chidvilasananda

#12. Like the waves need the sand to crash on, like the sun needs the world to shine on, you're the bright side of every day, me without you just isn't the same

Ross Lynch

#13. beast. But first I detour toward the lanai and plop myself on a chaise. The sun is high up in the afternoon sky, not a cloud in sight. People have crowded the beach, just little colorful dots against the white sand. The ocean stretches as far the horizon without any islands visible ahead,

Kendal Taylor

#14. I will not go on, I thought. I won't. I will throw my soul to the wind and blow into a thousand pieces. I will wash up on a shore somewhere like bleached and broken driftwood. I will dry out in the sun until I-and any gift I ever had-shrivel into the sand.

Janette Rallison

#15. 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

#16. What was the constant?
Movement. Yes. With time there was always movement. The setting sun. The dripping water. The
pendulums. The spilling sand. To realize his destiny, such movement had to cease. He had to stop the flow
of time completely ...

Mitch Albom

#17. The sun was bobbing on the horizon, just peeking over. Its light shimmered on the sand behind you, making your body look like it was glowing ... like it had a kind of aura.

Lucy Christopher

#18. Honolulu, it's got everything. Sand for the children, sun for the wife, sharks for the wife's mother.

Ken Dodd

#19. He was walking through the desert, over burning sands, past bones whitening in the sun. He had never been so thirsty. When he swallowed, his mouth felt as if it were coated with sand, his throat lined with knives.

Cassandra Clare

#20. S:uch is Heaven on Earth, in all land
A:s the sun brightens to the moon
N:ails the Creation in a palm of a hand,
D:ancing IT makes the desert bloom.

Ana Claudia Antunes

#21. 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

#22. The sand swallows burst out of their scupper holes in the bluffs and out over the transparent drown of the water, back again to the white, to the brown, to the black, from moving to stock-still sand waves and water-worked woods and roots that hugged and twisted in the sun.

Saul Bellow

#23. 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

#24. 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

#25. 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

#26. 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

#27. When she sees him, Holly says, it's like the sunsets at the beach
once the sun drops, the sand chills quickly. Then it's like a lot of times that were good ten minutes ago and don't count now.

Amy Hempel

#28. 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

#29. 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

#30. Here's to our beloved George Washington, the Joshua of America, who commanded the sun and the moon to sand still
and they obeyed.

Benjamin Franklin

#31. To shift a few grains of sand is no more a sign of great strength than to see the sun a sign of great sight. There is no glory in dominating the weak.

Peter V. Brett

#32. 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

#33. I'll paddle board, swim in the ocean, roll in the sand, soak up the sun, eat good food, be with friends and family and go fishing with my dad.

Behati Prinsloo

#34. It was the final, explosive demonstration of summer, the line in the sand, a desperate attempt to hold fall forever at bay. But autumn nibbled the blue sky with its teeth, tore off chunks of the sun, smudged out that heavy veil of meat-smelling smoke.

Lauren Oliver

#35. ( ... )where tourists and people from the city came in search of sand, sun and expensive forms of boredome.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon

#36. Inland Florida was not the Florida of blue ocean, white sand, and crushed-white-shell parking lots. It was a land sun bleached and sickened after too many droughts and wildfires.

Dennis Lehane

#37. The waves of the Pacific slap the sand between my toes and off in the distance the setting sun coaxes a million diamond-fish to pierce the ocean's surface, stand on their tails, and shimmy.

Logan Ryan Smith

#38. 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

#39. 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

#40. The Chinese people have only family and clan solidarity; they do not have national spirit ... they are just a heap of loose sand ... Other men are the carving knife and serving dish; we are the fish and the meat.

Sun Yat-sen

#41. For a second it looked like a mortal horse. The next it was pure sand. Shifting from bright gold to violent red, fire and sun in a windswept desert.

Alwyn Hamilton