Quotes About Sand

I like to work out in the gym, but when I'm in Miami, it's all about the beach for exercise.

I grew up with a big backyard that led to the sand dunes of Lake Michigan.

the boy hunkered, examining something in the sand. The woman stood watching, hand on her hip, spent waves creaming around her ankles. She leaned inland to swing her wet hair off her shoulders.

Proposition II Each grain of sand has its architecture, but a desert displays the structure of the wind.

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

A foolish man... built his house upon the sand.

Harbour Island in the Bahamas is beautiful, with turquoise water and pink sand.

...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...

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.

I have loved you woman as surely as I have named you rust and sand and nylon.

I stood there, slightly behind Mrs. Gurney. I was getting tired, but sitting down in the sand might indicate to her that where we were was O.K.

The 'Monster Hunter' world includes these huge deserts that make the Gobi Desert look like a sandbox, and they have ships that sail through the sand.

lizards were using their tails to write love letters in the sand ...

looked about as romantic and welcoming as a tar pit. I later learned that producers of the 1962 Marlon Brando film Mutiny on the Bounty had imported white sand from America so Matavai Bay would match the Hollywood image of a tropical island.

Bone-white driftwood maroons on the sand. Dunes wall in the strand. An island offshore is an overturned teacup. The gulls have abandoned the sea for the roof of the Surf Club.

Life was a mixture of coincidence and hopes that often ran out in the sand.

My reason understands very well that I should not go on living any longer. It's amazing that I should still have my reason. But this reason is as fragile as a castle of sand by the seaside that the rising tide begins to wash over. Another two or three large waves and it will disappear without a trace.

fascinating chains full of coloured seaweed, dead pipe-fish, fishing-net corks that looked good enough to eat – like lumps of rich fruit cake – bits of bottle-glass emeried and carved into translucent jewels by the tide and the sand

shiny ribbon-weed, looking like dark feather boas, anchored to the sand

Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.

They were the men and the women of the sand, of the wind, of the light, of the night. They appeared as in a dream, at the crest of a dune, as if they were born of the cloudless sky.

The blue sky adds Dont call me eternity, call me God if you like, sll of you talkers are in paradise: the leaf is paradise, the tree stump is paradise, the paper bag is paradise, the man is paradise, the sand is paradise, the sea is paradise, the man is paradise, the fog is paradise

People find beauty in the desert. I don't know where they're looking because I haven't found it. It's ugly. It's nasty. It's dirt. It's desert. It's sand. It's rock. It's cactus. It's lizards and snakes.

When time furtively slips like sand through the fingers and our memory becomes tired and lazy, we recognize we are at war. We are at war with forgetfulness. ("The past was her best friend" )