Quotes About Pebbles

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection. —Rabindranath Tagore

My favorite breakfast cereal is Cocoa Pebbles.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

Nothing like poetry when you lie awake at night. It keeps the old brain limber. It washes away the mud and sand that keeps on blocking up the bends. Like waves to make the pebbles dance on my old floors. And turn them into rubies and jacinths; or at any rate, good imitations.

Not hammer strokes but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection.

The sand squeaked underfoot as she toed it. She looked more closely: dark grains of basalt, mixed with minute seashell fragments, and a variety of colorful pebbles, some of them no doubt brecciated fragments of the Hellas impact itself. She lifted her eyes to the hills west of the sea, black under the sun. The bones of things stuck out everywhere. Waves broke in swift lines on the beach, and she walked over the sand toward her friends, in the wind, on Mars, on Mars, on Mars, on Mars, on Mars.

But it had been a wonderful day, the most wonderful day in her whole life. She thought about the beautiful lake, and the town she had seen, and the big store full of so many things. She held the pebbles carefully in her lap, and her candy heart wrapped carefully in her handkerchief until she got home and could put it away to keep always. It was too pretty to eat.

Sand in reality is nothing else than very small stones.

The creature laughed with a sound like water splashing softly on pebbles.

They're friendship pebbles. They mean that we're best friends-if you want to be.

but had forgotten all their names. A light burnt over the door. He went up the path, sea-pebbles crunching

But that evening, I didn't hear anything, just the lady typing, which sounded like raindrops or starlings or pebbles being washed up on the beach by the waves. It was a nice sound, soothing, and pretty soon I just dozed off.

And the sabbath rang slowlyIn the pebbles of the holy streams.

Hers is a low voice, full of pebbles—a sailor's voice or a smoker's.

moonstones. The pebbles had glistened in the wet sand, opalescent in late-day amber light, lighting their path like tiny fallen moons.

The two weary but still talkative wizards sat in a pair of fan-backed chairs and pitched pebbles at the drunken satyr in the fountain. They talked about wars, enchantments, and obscure facts until the sky above the forest began to be fringed with pale blue.

endless action and reaction. Those beautifully rounded pebbles which you gather on the sand and which you hold in your hand and marvel at their exceeding smoothness, were chiseled into their varies and graceful forms by the ceaseless action of countless waves. Nature is herself a great worker and never tolerates, without certain rebuke, any contradiction to her wise example. Inaction is followed by stagnation. Stagnation is followed by pestilence and pestilence is followed by death.

People always ask how Tina (Rinaldi) and I ended up with the nicknames Pebbles and Bam-Bam, and, I tell them that during our college years the nicknames were perfect and we have Danny (D'Angelo) to thank for them.

On ne résume pas le mystère du flot d'une rivière par une poignée dérisoire de galets extirpés de son lit.

There, see how the ocean swallows those little pebbles. We are helpless and insignificant, like the pebbles. The war comes, chases us from our homes, makes us refugees, and then swallows us up along with all our hopes and dreams. We just sink down to the bottom. Only then do we have peace. What's the sense of trying? What's the sense of studying? She stared at the dark water, taking short breaths as her eyes filled with tears of sadness and helplessness.

I respond, thoughts dropping away, like pebbles plopping one by one in water, sinking down, down into dark oblivion.

Beautiful girls in fairy stories are as common as pebbles on the beach. Magnolia-skinned milkmaids rub shoulders with starry-eyed princesses and, in fact, counting two eyes in each bright-eyed damsel would result in a whole galaxy of twinkling stars.

Meninas bonitas em contos de fadas são tão banais como seixos na praia.

The dark glee, the savage ferocity aroused by the possession of a few water-white pebbles, set me shuddering. I was dumb with amazement.