Sand Quotes

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

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
“When I opened my eyes I saw nothing but the pool of nocturnal sky, for I was lying on my back with out-stretched arms, face to face with that hatchery of stars. Only half awake, still unaware that those depths were sky, having no roof between those depths and me, no branches to screen them, no root to cling to, I was seized with vertigo and felt myself as if flung forth and plunging downward like a diver.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand and Stars

Masashi Kishimoto
“I took the life of the woman I was supposed to call mother in the process of being born... in order to become the world's strongest shinobi... an incarnation of sand was implanted inside of me...

Masashi Kishimoto

“I ignored your aura but it grabbed me by the hand, like the moon pulled the tide, and the tide pulled the sand.”
Talib Kweli

“Sand lines my soul which is filled with the breath of the ocean.”
A.D. Posey

Sanober  Khan
“I breathe in...
the fragrance
of love, and moist sand
the one
his roses left
on both my hands

I just keep on breathing
every moment
as much as I can
preserving it, in my body
for the day
it can’t.”
Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

Joyce Cary
“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.”
Joyce Cary, The Horse's Mouth

Raquel Cepeda
“Individually, every grain of sand brushing against my hands represents a story, an experience, and a block for me to build upon for the next generation.”
Raquel Cepeda, Bird of Paradise: How I Became Latina

Robert G. Ingersoll
“We must remember that there is a great difference between a myth and a miracle. A myth is the idealization of a fact. A miracle is the counterfeit of a fact. There is the same difference between a myth and a miracle that there is between fiction and falsehood -- between poetry and perjury. Miracles belong to the far past and the far future. The little line of sand, called the present, between the seas, belongs to common sense to the natural.”
Robert Ingersoll

Munia Khan
“Let my toes teach the shore
how to feel a tranquil life
through the wetness of sands

Let my heart latch the door
of blackness, as all my pain
now blue sky understands”
Munia Khan

Vera Nazarian
“The sand in the hourglass runs from one compartment to the other, marking the passage of moments with something constant and tangible.

If you watch the flowing sand, you might see time itself riding the granules.

Contrary to popular opinion, time is not an old white-haired man, but a laughing child.

And time sings.”
Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

Daphne du Maurier
“The children had had an argument once about whether there was more grass in the world or more sand, and Roger said that of course there must be more sand because of under the sea; in every ocean all over the world there would be sand, if you looked deep down. But there could be grass too, argued Deborah, a waving grass, a grass that nobody had ever seen, and the colour of that ocean grass would be darker than any grass on the surface of the world, in fields or prairies or people's gardens in America. It would be taller than tress and it would move like corn in the wind. ("The Pool”
Daphne du Maurier, Echoes from the Macabre: Selected Stories

Dejan Stojanovic
“To transform a grimace into a sound sounds impossible, yet it is possible to transform a vision into music, to go outside an enslaved personality, to become impersonal by transforming into sand, into water, into light.”
Dejan Stojanovic

Jan Morris
“A scent of jasmine and a rasp of sand.”
James Morris

Bangambiki Habyarimana
“If I can write, who possibly can’t. Even drawing a line in the sand is writing”
Bangambiki Habyarimana, Pearls Of Eternity

Силвия Томова
“...и най-внушителните съоражения в основата си израстват от пясък. Именно той е канавата, от която се появява един от най-внушителните символи на цивилизацията - пътят. Така както в един дворец не може да има само мрамор, така и пътят започва от прашинката. А не е ли така и с живота ни? Колко пясък трябва да изгребе търсачът на съкровища, за да достигне до една трошица злато?”
Силвия Томова, Тит от Никомедия

Jenny Han
“When someone’s been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it’s like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you’re just clutching air and grit. That’s why you can’t save it all up like that. Because by the time you finally see each other, you’re catching up only on the big things, because it’s too much bother to tell about the little things. But the little things are what make up life. Like a month ago when Daddy slipped on a banana peel, a literal banana peel that Kitty had dropped on the kitchen floor. Kitty and I laughed for ages. I should have e-mailed Margot about it right away; I should have taken a picture of the banana peel. Now everything feels like you had to be there and oh never mind, I guess it’s not that funny.”
Jenny Han, To All the Boys I've Loved Before

Dean F. Wilson
“And maybe it’s foolish of me to save up for a rainy day in a world of desert sand, but I’ve lived, and worked, through enough rainy days to feel the need to save up for an umbrella.”
Dean F. Wilson, Lifemaker

Jazz Feylynn
“The sand boiled the moment
the sun burned over the horizon.”
Jazz Feylynn

H.S. Crow
“The sands bury everyone, with or without our help.”
H.S. Crow

Patrick Modiano
“Hutte répétait qu'au fond, nous sommes tous des "des hommes des plages" et que "le sable - je cite ses propre termes - ne garde que quelques secondes l'empreinte de nos pas".”
Patrick Modiano, Rue des Boutiques Obscures

“You can look in the dessert if sand, but you will only find find the gem if you really want it”
Martin M. Stupak

Zita Steele
“He was always alert and constantly restless. Spools of blue sand whirled past his boots in the moonlight. It was bright outside—almost as bright as daytime, only the light was clear, pale silver.”
Zita Steele, The Hidden Sphinx: A Tale of World War II Egypt

A.D. Aliwat
“The thing about sand is that it gets everywhere.”
A.D. Aliwat, In Limbo

A.D. Aliwat
“Haruka would be happy if the world had no sand whatsoever. All of it should be gathered up today to make glass for cool devices for the rest of time; that would be the best use for it. Sand on its own is crude and stupid.”
A.D. Aliwat, In Limbo

Michael Bassey Johnson
“Like the sand of the earth, your gifts are countless, and some are stepping on theirs without knowing.”
Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

Mladen Đorđević
“Every man is a shelter for himself in the desert.”
Mladen Đorđević, Miraž

Anne Brontë
“There was a feeling of freshness and vigour in the very streets; and when I got free of the town, when my foot was on the sands and my face towards the broad, bright bay, no language can describe the effect of the deep, clear azure of the sky and ocean, the bright morning sunshine on the semicircular barrier of craggy cliffs surmounted by green swelling hills, and on the smooth, wide sands, and the low rocks out at sea—looking, with their clothing of weeds and moss, like little grass–grown islands—and above all, on the brilliant, sparkling waves. And then, the unspeakable purity—and freshness of the air! There was just enough heat to enhance the value of the breeze, and just enough wind to keep the whole sea in motion, to make the waves come bounding to the shore, foaming and sparkling, as if wild with glee. Nothing else was stirring—no living creature was visible besides myself. My footsteps were the first to press the firm, unbroken sands;—nothing before had trampled them since last night’s flowing tide had obliterated the deepest marks of yesterday, and left them fair and even, except where the subsiding water had left behind it the traces of dimpled pools and little running streams.”
Anne Brontë, Agnes Grey

Colson Whitehead
“...we got sanded. In the towels, scalps, clumping on sweat along our limbs. It had begun, the gritification of the day.”
Colson Whitehead, Sag Harbor

Lisa Kleypas
“Although Keir would always prefer his island to anywhere else in the world, he had to admit this place had its own magic. There was a softness about the air and the sun, a trance of mist that made everything luminous. Lowering to his haunches, he ran his palm back and forth over the fine golden sand, so different from the caster-sugar grains of the beaches on Islay.
At Merritt's quizzical glance, he dusted his hands and smiled crookedly. "'Tis quiet," he explained. "On the shore near my home, it sings."
"The sand sings?" Merritt asked, perplexed.
"Aye. When you move it with your foot or hand, or the wind blows over it, the sand makes a sound. Some say it's more like a squeak, or a whistle."
"What makes it do that?"
"'Tis pure quartz, and the grains are all the same size. A scientist could explain it. But I'd rather call it magic."
"Do you believe in magic?"
Keir stood and smiled into her upturned face. "No, but I like the wonderments of life. Like the ghost fire that shines on a ship's mast at storm's end, or the way a bird's instinct leads him to the wintering grounds each year. I enjoy such things better for no' understanding them."
"Wonderments," Merritt repeated, seeming to relish the word.”
Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Disguise

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