Quotes About Sand

We love to race in the sand dunes in Glamis.

Writing on the beach is not what it's cracked up to be. The sand blows, and you perspire, and the page gets all blotty and messed up, so I don't do that anymore.

Abstraction can be a powerful tool, but it can also lead to heads buried in the sand. In

It was a clear, impenetrable hole in the ship: a circular viewport into an alien terrarium where, out past the ghostly reflection of his own face, strange hyperbaric creatures built monstrous artifacts out of sand and coral. Their eyes twinkled like green stars in the gloom.

having a line of coloured sand drawn around Phnom Penh to give the city magical protection.

There's only one way to prepare for playing beach volleyball, and that's by getting in the sand.

It's nice at the beach. You don't have to wear a shirt.

I love the beach.

I prefer to go to the beach in the summer!

I really love the beach.

I used to go to the beach everyday in Rio!

I just like the beaches in the summer, man.

Fear is like the wilderland - Stepping stones or sinking sand

worry and anxiety are sand in the machinery of life, and faith is the oil

I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand lest a least hole should be left in this name; and for all the care I take I lose sight of my true being.

In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.

Growing up in Australia, we didn't really go on holiday. We lived beside the beach, so when I walked out of the back gate I was on the sand.

There's nothing better for kids than a bucket and shovel at the beach.

I'm a total beach bum.

I'm a beach bum, so I'm more comfortable in western wear.

As a child, I spent a lot of summers going to the beach with family friends.

Skiing sand in midday sun was impossible - the sand becomes hot and abrasive.

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.

I spent the next two hours down there, first sitting in the sand, sifting and swirling, watching the grains fall from the webs of my dusty hands and then walking down by the water, collecting those little pieces of beach glass. There were more of them than I thought. They were surprisingly strong. I tried to snap one in half to see if the inside was still shiny and clear like regular glass, but it wouldn't break. Its scuffy exterior was like scar tissue. (67)