Quotes About Sand

I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skills is their capacity to escalate.

I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skill is their capacity to escalate.

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

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

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

LXV [Once, I knew a fine song] Once, I knew a fine song, —It is true, believe me,— It was all of birds, And I held them in a basket; When I opened the wicket, Heavens! They all flew away. I cried, "Come back, little thoughts!" But they only laughed. They flew on Until they were as sand Thrown between me and the sky.

They say bachelors have all the fun. Not so. You just get old and full of sand, nasty.

Down here, I believe there are more universes in every fistful of sand, because infinity is a two-way street

[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.

I ignored your aura but it grabbed me by the hand, like the moon pulled the tide, and the tide pulled the sand.

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?

The plans and schemes of tyrants are broken by many things. They shatter against cliffs of heroic struggle. They rupture on reefs of open resistance. And they are slowly eroded, bit by little bit, on the very beaches where they measure triumph, by countless grains of sand. By the stubborn little decencies of humble little men.

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.

It sometimes takes me a fortnight to unpack. I find it so depressing. A bit of sand will come out of a shoe and it'll just take me back to where we were: lovely and relaxed on holiday.

If I choose a holiday destination, it would be a beach.

We should've built a life from the stars and the sea and the sand. And I should've listened to her—she told me almost nothing, but she did give me clues, and I know now that she put signs in her words and expressions that were as clear as the constellations over our heads.

The beauty of the landscape - where sand, water, reeds, birds, buildings, and people all somehow flowed together - has never left me.

The Lexus heads south on Cabrillo Highway, exiting onto Sand Dunes Drive. David stares at the ocean, mesmerized by

A little girl named Mary goes to the beach with her mother and brother. They drive there in a red car. At the beach they swim, eat some ice cream, play in the sand, and have sandwiches for lunch. Now the questions: 1.  What color was the car? 2.  Did they have fish and chips for lunch? 3.  Did they listen to music in the car? 4.  Did they drink lemonade with lunch?

I love being in Malibu. It's so cool there, and the water is just, it's nice and, and I love the beach. And I found a sand dollar there.

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.

I love Florida. I love the beach. I love the sound of the crashing surfers against the rocks.

currently many communities on the East Coast dealing with sea-level rise and storm surges nourish their beaches and slow down erosion by strengthening them with large amounts of sand. The Federal government currently covers on average about two thirds of the cost. A March 2015 journal article concludes "a sudden removal of federal nourishment subsidies, as has been proposed, could trigger a dramatic downward adjustment in coastal real estate, analogous to the bursting of a bubble.

Aunque no se conozca, existe el número de las estrellas y el número de los granos de arena. Pero lo que existe y no se puede contar y se siente aquí dentro exige una palabra para decirlo. Esta palabra, en este caso, sería inmensidad. Es como una palabra humedad de misterio. Con ella no se necesita contar ni las estrellas ni los granos de arena. Hemos cambiado el conocimiento por la emoción: qué es también una manera de penetrar en la verdad de las cosas.