Quotes About Sand

In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

The rocks on the sand will proudly stand The hour that the ship comes in.

There was of course a considerable concussion as the vessel drove up on the sand heap. Every spar, rope, and stay was strained, and some of the `top-hammer' came crashing down. But, strangest of all, the very instant the shore was touched, an immense dog sprang up on deck from below, as if shot up by the concussion, and running forward, jumped from the bow on the sand.

È l'humus della vita, la banalità. Raramente ci piove addosso una perla, un granello di sabbia, un minuzzolo luccicante. E in questo oceano di onde qualunque, il potere è il vizio banale più comune nell'uomo.

I still think a grenade shouldn't be able to explode inward," I said, shaking sand off my clothing as I walked up to the window. "I mean, how would you even make that work?" "Maybe you take the same stuff you put in a regular grenade, then put it in backward?" "I Ã¢â'¬Â¦ don't think it works that way, Bastille.

Building a vocation on the expectations of concrete results, however conceived, is like building a house on sand instead of on solid rock, and even takes away the ability to accept successes as free gifts.

Did you ever think what those sleepers are that underlie the railroad? Each one is a man, an Irishman, or a Yankee man. The rails are laid on them, and they are covered with sand, and the cars run smoothly over them. They are sound sleepers, I assure you. And every few years a new lot is laid down and run over; so that, if some have the pleasure of riding on a rail, others have the misfortune to be ridden upon.

He imagined the gazelles raising the dry dust Like soft brush floating on the crests of sand.

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!

I heard about desert, but I never seen them with my eyes. I just couldn't believe there was nothing, except sand and except the stars in the sky.

I love the snow! I actually cannot stand the beach.

Love is hanging out at the ocean, watching my wife and little girls play in the sand. I know, I threw up a little too, but it's true.

I love being outdoors, playing beach tennis, going for runs in the sand, or doing a three-hour hike with my best girlfriend, Mieko.

An early fly landed on Mara's eyelid. She shooed it off with a dozy paw as she awakened to peachgold dawn stealing softly over the sleeping dunes.The land lay in a pool of serinity;the sand,now still and cool,awaited sun-warmed day.Somewhere a lark began trilling as it fluttered its morning ascent into the airy heights.

Meanwhile the Cosmos is rich beyond measure: the total number of stars in the universe is greater than all the grains of sand on all the beaches of the planet Earth.

The beach reminds us of space. Fine sand grains, all more or less uniform in size, have been produced from the larger rocks through ages of jostling and rubbing, abrasion and erosion, again driven through waves and weather by distinct moon and Sun. The beach also reminds us of time. The world is much older than human species.

And all around is the desert; a corner of the mournful kingdom of sand.

feet ahead, driving thousands of tiny, needlelike grains into our unprotected face, our eyes.

Slowly Hades retreats This time The transparent sea touches the shore The edge of fine sand shifts, softly, exactly

The appeal of the islands was simple: sun, sea, and sand; surcease from the strain of life in crowded and ugly and violent cities on the American mainland; the illusion that the world was clean and harmless.

si tu lèches le sable d'un pays étranger quand tu arrives là-bas en visite tu repousse ses mauvais génies et tourments

silica (also known as sand).

And sand, it seemed, got into everything, stinging eyes, abrading skin, and getting into nearly every crack and crevice.

From the ship they saw a giant dancing naked on the shore, 'dancing and leaping and singing, and, while singing, throwing sand and dust on his head'. As the white men approached, he raised one finger to the sky, questioning whether they had come from heaven.