Quotes About Sand

A gust of wind lifted a spray of sand and danced it across the dunes.

the rainforest into the Kingdom of Sand. They'd had to chase Mangrove all the way to the borderlands of the

Well, son of a starfish," she said, and then toppled over onto the sand like a slow avalanche.

Many days later another caravan was passing and a man saw something on top of the highest dune there. And when they went up to see, they found Outka, Mimouna and Aicha; they were still there, lying the same way as when they had gone to sleep. And all three of the glasses,' he held up his own little tea glass, 'were full of sand. That was how they had their tea in the Sahara.

and that happiness could be found in a grain of sand from the desert, as the alchemist had said. Because a grain of sand is a moment of creation, and the universe has taken millions of years to create it.

THAT masquerade as summer in northern California, as the wind whipped across the long crescent of beach, and whiskbroomed a cloud of fine sand into the air. A little girl in red shorts and a white sweatshirt walked slowly down the beach, with her head turned against the wind, as her dog sniffed at seaweed at the water's edge. The little girl had short curly red hair

up shells, and waded at the water's edge

I rested my head deeper into the terrycloth and closed my eyes. Only on sand like this did I ever feel like I could sleep forever, did I feel that sleep could be a destination. The comfort was limitless and I knew I was mouthing the words Fantastic, so good, fantastic , so good but couldn't help it.

Neath cold sand I dreamed of death / but woke at dawn to see / in glory, the bright, the morning star.

The ribbon of milky mist still lay in the gully. It stretched down to the sea, and there were patches across the sand hills like steam from a kettle.

A vida dura o tempo de umas marcas de garra na areia.

Sand can be any shade of yellow, from peroxide blond to canary, or even with a tinge of pink. Yellow sand is tender.

Waves tossed themselves against the shore, dragging grit and sand between their nails as they were slowly pulled back out to sea.

Fine, fine, everyone's fine," the vampire said. "Fine as scattered pieces of sand.

They scattered. THE NEXT DAY was more sand and more tiredness. That

I can't believe I was worried magic school was going to be so dangerous," Call said, squinting at the sand pile. "You could die of boredom," said Aaron. Call snickered. Tamara looked up at them miserably. "The thought of that is the only thing that's going to keep me going.

Life is beach, Im just playing in the sand.

Flow mo rare than finding black sand.

I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.

To a person who expects every desert to be barren sand dunes, the Sonoran must come as a surprise. Not only are there no dunes, there's no sand. At least not the sort of sand you find at the beach. The ground does have a sandy color to it, or gray, but your feet won't sink in. It's hard, as if it's been tamped. And pebbly. And glinting with -- what else -- mica.

Some people describe certain physical connections as being like electricity. Sparks flying. When Chris and I touch, it's different. I think of the feel of water. The way it is when you wade into the ocean and a small wave cascades against you, swirling sand over you and awakening every pore. Slow motion , I think decidedly. He can make things happen in slow motion.

Where the surf meets the shore – lots of neat things can happen there.

Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, creeds follow one another, but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons, a possession for all eternity.

The bedrock basic stratum of reality is irreality; the universe is irrational because it is built not on mere shifting sand – but on that which is not.