Quotes About Sand

Since the Internet of Things is built on silicon, on the tremendous instability of modern electronics, it's built on literal sand.

Charles yawned out of his body, out of the depth of all its cavities the remains of yesterday. The yawning was convulsive as if his body wanted to turn itself inside out. In this way he got rid of the sand and ballast, the undigested remains of the previous day.

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

The Yucatan Peninsula is really worth the trip. The water is stunning and the beaches are true-white sand.

What was incredible about the Maldives was that the entire island we were on consisted of sand. There didn't seem to be any dirt. You could walk around for hours barefoot with your white trousers skimming the ground, and they'd still be pristine white.

Glass is sand and sand is glass! The ant dancing blind as blind ants do on the lip of the rim and the rim of the lip. White in the night and grey in the day- smiling spider she never smiles but smile she does though the ant never sees, blind as it is- and now was!

In a journey through the wastes, I found a god kneeling as it pushed its hands into the sand again and again, each time lifting them up to watch the lifeless grains stream down. Dismounting from my weary horse, I walked to stand before this apparition and its dusty hands and watched for a time the cycles of their motion when at last up it looked, eyes beseeching. 'Where,' asked this god, 'are my children?

The hillside before them blurred, as if a curtain of wind-blown sand rose before it. A churning wind roiled through this strange mist.

A savage awareness seemed to ride the spinning sand, reaching relentlessly past the folds of their telaban, a thousand abrasive fingers clawing paths across their skin. Loose cloth and rope ends spiked upward, whipping with urgent rhythm. The roar filled the air, filled their skulls.

The detonation was deafening, the blast a bruised gout of flame that drove back the airborne sand and the wind carrying it, and flung the attackers and their mounts like a god's hand, backward onto the road and off the sides.

the hot west wind that blew like sand whispering across stone.

Wind slapped them against the cliff face, then yanked them outward in a biting swirl of airborne sand.

Truths, yes. One after another, one boulder settling down, then another. And another. Blotting out the light, darkness closing in, grit and sand sifting down, a solid silence when the last one is in place. Now, dear fool, try drawing a single breath. A single breath. There were clouds closed fast round the moon. And one by one, gardens died.

Truths, yes. One after another, one boulder settling down, then another. And another. Blotting out the light, darkness closing in, grit and sand sifting down, a solid silence when the last one is in place. Now, dear fool, try drawing a breath. A single breath. There were clouds closed fast round the moon. And one by one, gardens died.

He felt something crumbling inside him. A fortress in the desert of my heart, I should have known it would be a fortress of sand.

The sky was dark, the moon occluded by clouds, yet they could see through the spectral twilight as if every rock and grain of sand exuded its own sick light.

Pharinet longed only for the comfort of the sea, the sigh and hiss of waves upon the sand, but there were so many things Everna wanted her to do.

I have a purpose, thought Ays. I am a purpose. And the winds sang their mournful tunes through the sand-scoured pipes and sails, conjuring a salt-sweat memory that surely must be false. A woman's song; a melody. The feel of sand and dry air. A sense of tombs, of ancient dust.

We come from different sides of the shore. You have your rock, I have mine. When the beach is clear and the tide is low, we can talk across the sand. But we cannot leave our rocks, and sometimes the waves make it impossible for us to hear one another.

He was the ocean and I was the sand, i lived content in stillness and he washed a shore everytime, as a better man.

If you must slander someone, don't speak it - but write it - write it in the sand, near the water's edge!

the money which is essential for the conduct of business is as worthless as a sand dune, until it has been mixed with efficient brains.

The wind carves sand into shapes Endless the fresh designs, Wind and ice patient beyond telling. Ice can tip mountains over, Ice the giant beyond measure. And the sun governs valley lights, Transforms hats into shoes and back again Before we are through any long looking.

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