Quotes About Sand

Isaac Asimov ofera o ilustrare dramatica: este ca si cum toata materia din univers ar fi un bob de nisip, asezat in mijlocul unei camere goale cu lungimea, inaltimea si latimea de 32 km. Si totusi, in acelasi timp, este ca si cum acel bob unic de nisip a fost pulverizat intr-o mie de milioane de milioane de milioane de fragmente, pentru ca acesta e numarul aproximativ de stele din univers. Acestea sunt unele dintre faptele astronomiei si puteti vedea cat sunt de frumoase.

Sand, which didn't even have a form of it's own. Yet, not a single thing could stand against this shapeless, destructive power. The very fact that it had no form was doubtless the highest manifestation of its strenght, was it not?

The beauty of sand, in other words, belonged to death. it was the beauty of death that ran through the magnificence of its ruins and its great power of destruction

The change in the sand corresponded to a change in himself. Perhaps, along with the water in the sand, he had found a new self.

The same sand currents had swallowed up and destroyed flourishing cities and great empires. They called it the sabulation of the Roman Empire, if he remembered rightly.

Frumuse?ea naturii nu trebuie s? simpatizeze numaidecat cu omul. Punctul lui de vedere c? nisipul este un rebut al st?rii sta?ionare nu era nebunie... un fluid de 1/8 mm... o lume a c?rei existen?? era o serie de st?ri succesive. Cu alte cuvinte, frumuse?ea nisipului apar?inea mor?ii. Frumuse?ea mor?ii marca m?re?ia ruinelor lui ?i marea-i putere de distrugere.

Casa aceasta era aproape moart?. Interiorul ei era pe jum?tate mîncat de tentaculele nisipului care curgea neîncetat, nisip care nici m?car nu avea o form? proprie - alta decît diametrul mediu de 1/8 mm. Åži totuÅŸi nimic nu-i putea sta împotriv? acestei forÅ£e distructive, lipsite de form?. Åži poate c? manifestarea cea mai înalt? a forÅ£ei nisipului era c? n-avea form?.

AÅŸa cum nisipul rodea lemnul pereÅ£ilor ÅŸi grinzile, la fel gelozia îi rodea sufletul, f?candu-l s? semene cu o oal? goal? pus? pe sob?.

Zadarnic curge nisipul, tot nu e ca apa. În ap? poÅ£i s? înoÅ£i, dar nisipul te înveleÅŸte ÅŸi te zdrobeÅŸte omorandu-te.

Era luna... o frantur? de lumin? sp?l?cit?, ca aripile unei furnici. Cand ochii se obiÅŸnuir? cu ea, întreaga cupol? a bilei de nisip se pref?cu într-un lichid str?lucitor, care avea Å£es?tura frunziÅŸului proasp?t.

The whole surface of her body was covered with a coat of fine sand, which hid the details and brought out the feminine lines; she seemed a statue gilded with sand.

Piasek... Wszystko, co posiada form?, jest u?ud?. Jedynie pewny jest ruch piasku, neguj?cy wszelkie formy...

Inspecting? What do you mean? I don't understand. I'm collecting insects. My specialty is sand and insects. What? Collecting insects. Insects. Insects.I catch them like this! Insects?

But this means you exist only for the purpose of clearing away the sand doesn't it?

Civilizations rose and fell and in the end everything was dust and sand. Nothing beside remained. Hotels, maybe.

The footprint of the savage traced in the sand is sufficient to attest the presence of man to the atheist who will not recognize God, whose hand is impressed upon the entire universe.

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

In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.

The history of persecution is a history of endeavors to cheat nature, to make water run up hill, to twist a rope of sand.

Nature makes the locust with an appetite for crops; man would have made him with an appetite for sand

The beach is a natural park, without the greenery but the sand is a natural toy.

To me there is something completely and satisfyingly restful in that stretch of sea and sand, sea and sand and sky - complete peace, complete fulfillment.

When you are so insignificant your choices don't really matter, the waves you create are like grain of sand landing in the ocean.

... politics are nothing but sand and gravel: it is art and life that feed us until we die. Everything else is ambition, hysteria or hatred.