Quotes About Quicksands

The sands of time are quicksands, said Adam One. So much can sink into them without a trace. And what a blessing when those things that sink away are needless worries.

The sands of time are quicksands ... so much can sink into them without a trace.

And in the twilight, as the stars came out one by one and the moon cast on the marsh a radiance like that which a child sees quivering on the floor as he is rocked to sleep at evening, there walked into the lethal quicksands a very old man in tattered purple, crowned with withered vine-leaves and gazing ahead as if upon the golden domes of a fair city where dreams are understood. That night something of youth and beauty died in the elder world.

Fell luxury! more perilous to youth Than storms or quicksands, poverty of chains.

The survivors ran through the fields, escaping From themselves, knowing they wouldn't return For a hundred years. Before them were spread Those quicksands where a tree changes into nothing, Into an anti-tree, where no borderline Separates a shape from a shape, and where, Amid thunder, the golden house of is Collapses, and the word becoming ascends.

The sands of time are quicksands ... so much can sink into them without a trace.