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And all around is the desert; a corner of the mournful kingdom of sand.
We have a definite but unknown quantity of experience at our disposal. As soon as the hourglass is turned, the sand will begin to run out and once it starts, it cannot stop until it's all gone.
The sand doesn't care if you're made of flesh or stone.
The Word of God is ROCK. All else is sand.
Sand castles just aren't made to last.
All you have to do is contemplate a simple grain of sand, and you will see in it all the marvels of creation.
A foolish man ... built his house upon the sand.
The sand should be neither coarse nor fine but of a middling quality or about the size of the common pop(p)y seed. If the sand is too coarse the mortar will be short or brittle ... If the sand is too fine the cement will shrink and crack after it has been used.
When your head is firmly in the sand, another part of your anatomy is fully exposed.
Let that vile sand which you trample under foot be cast into the furnace, let it melt and seethe there, it will become a splendid crystal, and it is thanks to it that Galileo and Newton will discover stars.
A handful of sand is an anthology of the universe.
I can't swim, and I actually hate sand.
Like it. And, hey, why do I have so much sand in my crotch? Okay,
Sand by the seashore is inestimable.
As we hypnotically watch the steadily diminishing reserve of sand in life's hourglass, the instincts of a miser surface. Life is now savored, sipped as with a fine 19th Century French wine.
This is an age of superstition and wishful thinking. The sky is full of evening's empires, and every one of them is founded on sand.
Sand can be any shade of yellow, from peroxide blond to canary, or even with a tinge of pink.
Yellow sand is tender.
Since the Internet of Things is built on silicon, on the tremendous instability of modern electronics, it's built on literal sand.
Big worms that move through the sand like it's water." Roger's level arm went up and down in a smooth wave. "Or the big thing in Star Wars. What if we step down there and the sand just turns into a big pit with a mouth at the bottom?" "For the record, it's called a Sarlacc," Xela said.
a world in a grain of sand | And a heaven in a wild flower'.
Because a grain of sand is a moment of creation, and the universe has taken millions of years to create it.
It was just the lightest dusting, and another person might have mistaken it for something else. But I knew where I came from. No matter where I was, or what got me there, I would always feel at home when I touched sand.
The powdery sand caves under his weight and his bare feet sink at once marking the beach with shallow potholes
What use will money be to him in the Sands.
Genius has no taste for weaving sand.
like a small sandstorm that keeps changing
We could return from sand if we had to
form into a beautiful mosaic of glass that told our story in colors.
handfuls of sand and grab a couple more fronds
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.
Writers begin with a grain of sand, and then create a beach.
A foundation that had been built of stone shifted like sand on the blowing wind.
I love like I'm thirsty. Can I offer you a tall glass of Sahara sand?
The sands drift always, yet the desert remains the same.
FOR EVERY GRAIN OF SAND IN OUR WORLD, THERE ARE ONE MILLION STARS IN THE UNIVERSE.
There was a friggin' sandstorm in Saudi Arabia.
I used to be the sort of boy who had sand kicked in his face, now I'm the sort of boy who watches somebody else have it kicked in their face
Solid stone is just sand and water ... Sand and water and a million years gone by.
Sand is one of the best exfoliates out there! Take a handful of sand and rub it on your skin in small circles. When you're done, wash it off and presto ... you get spa like skin, without the price tag.
Stone and blocks, like butter and bread.
Put three grains of sand inside a vast cathedral, and the cathedral will be more closely packed with sand than space is with stars.
The minute grains of sand slipped silently down the curved hourglass, no matter how many times the people of Earth willed them not to. Time, fate and the actions of others were out of their control.
Only those who have walked barefoot on gravel will appreciate soft sand beneath their feet.
A scent of jasmine and a rasp of sand.
Sand was dribbling out of the bag of her attention, faster and faster.
Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.
A grain of sand leads to the fall of a mountain when the moment has come for the mountain to fall.
The beach was a desert of heaps of sea and stones tumbling wildly about, and the sea did what it liked, and what it liked was destruction.
How massively the mountains stand, while low to the ground the sand blows. The sand blows on and on. And then there are no mountains, none at all, the sand has kissed and whispered them away. And still, the sand blows on.
Keep your hands open, and all the sands of the desert can pass through them. Close them, and all you can feel is a bit of grit.
I will live inside this hope until the very last grain of sand falls.
The sand looked so beautiful then, so many little individual grains in the light of the night, giving the watcher the childhood feeling of infinite things finally understood, the humiliating feeling of the watcher's nothingness.
From RIVER
My body is filled with sand. The heavy grains flow from my eyes and seek somewhere to fall.
Speak to me friends. Tell me I am free to go now, for I need to sit alone in the sun on the river bank, juggling pebbles.
On sand, you can never be sure of anything. An ordinary shot can take a wicked deflection at the last moment.
Nothing chases away the sand or the memories engraved on the back of my eyelids. They play on a continuous loop, with smells and sound and sorrow.
The Sand as Soul of Mother Earth
is to know every soul on earth, the way
I know myself and my own soul.
Religious Leader Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Religion Of Blue Circle
Timeless Endless
The beanstalk felt like sandpaper".
Let the sandcastle collapse. In its place, I will build a fortress - one that the waves of nature and time could never destroy.
Technically speaking, you can build anything out of sand; it doesn't mean you do it.
Sandstorm's sweet scent all around him.
What did words matter to a desert?
Feels like a sandcastle; temporary and something that the waves of life and time will soon ruin ...
I wonder if it hurts, being carved out like this, one grain of sand at a time. I wonder if the rocks realize that for every part of themselves they lose, they gain something beautiful
The introduction of resistance in form of sand and hill is too important to be ignored.
Many do with opportunities as children do at the seashore; they fill their little hands with sand, and then let the grains fall through, one by one, till all are gone.
Transmuting this sandy metaphor, if literature is my sandbox, then the real world is my hourglass - an hourglass that drains grain by grain.
The small sands in that waste was all there was for the wind to move and it moved with a constant migratory seething upon itself. As if in its ultimate granulation the world sought some stay against its own eternal wheeling.
Why did you throw sand when I just told you not to?"
What child says, "Hmm, why did I? I guess there's no good reason. Thanks for pointing that out. It won't happen again.
The sand whispered, Be separate, the stones taught me, Be hard.
Bear, I think having sand in your butt crack must be really uncomfortable. Maybe you should go change your clothes. You don't want to catch sand crabs. What's the point of getting crabs when you weren't having any fun doing it?
It's only a world, after all, and they're just sand grains in the desert, worlds.
Dirt is just matter out of place.
Stories fill my mind just as sand fills a vase.
The sand swallows burst out of their scupper holes in the bluffs and out over the transparent drown of the water, back again to the white, to the brown, to the black, from moving to stock-still sand waves and water-worked woods and roots that hugged and twisted in the sun.
There are dark, hard, cherty silt-stones from some deep ocean trench full of rapidly accumulating Pennsylvanian guck.
The sand was hard-packed and solid and wet, speckled all over with cockle shells in colors and patterns of such profusion and variety that they must have given the first Dutchmen the idea to go out into the sea and bring back precious things from afar.
Got more dirt than ball. Here we go again.
Even a grain of sand united with an oyster can make a pearl.
The sun woke me up the next morning. I sat up and groaned. My clothes were full of sand.
This little patch of earth and this little pile of stones I can wash the dust from off my face and skin But this earth is in my bones
We slid down on our behinds, little avalanches of sand pouring around our feet and down our pants.
Dude, you got to draw your lines in the sand somewhere and hold them. It's especially important when the sand keeps shifting beneath your feet.
Mix salt and sand, and it shall puzzle the wisest of men, with his mere natural appliances, to separate all the grains of sand from all the grains of salt; but a shower of rain will effect the same object in ten minutes.
The sandcastle, wet and gleaming under the sun, waited for the only thing that could destroy it: the waves. And like the waves returning the sandcastles to its natural state, quickly and rhythmically, he destroyed my being.
Waste not the smallest thing created, for grains of sand make mountains, and atomies infinity.
Color streamed into a toe of darkness testing the sand.
I walk among bodies still in the sand, People and that something they die for
The Language of Sand has something for everyone: myths, mystery, community, humor, grief, and ultimately healing. I found myself not only rooting for Abigail but for the whole community of Chapel Isle. Block manages to hold sass and heartfelt emotion in perfect equilibrium.
Are you tired of sand being kicked in your face? I promise you new muscles in days!
New York City is where specks of dust aspire randomly with all their cunning to become grains of sand.
When with care we have raised an imaginary treasure of happiness, we find at last that the materials of the structure are frail and perishing, and the foundation itself is laid in the sand.
I wake up breathing dirt. I cough and spit out the pebbles in my mouth, but when I inhale again, wet clots of clay fill my lungs.
It wasn't the mountain ahead that wears you out, but the grain of sand in your shoe
We are, always, reminded of the old saw: What would happen if the Soviet Union took over the Sahara Desert? Answer: Nothing for 50 years. After that there would be a shortage of sand.
The sand storm carries words but feelings not even a hurricane.
Dirt is matter in the wrong place.
What geomancy reads what the windblown sand writes on the desert rock? I read there that all things live by a generous power and dance to a mighty tune; or I read there all things are scattered and hurled, that our every arabesque and grand jete is a frantic variation on our one free fall.
From an endless beach of reality, we take a grain of sand and call it the world.
Like an old gold-panning prospector, you must resign yourself to digging up a lot of sand from which you will later patiently wash out a few minute particles of gold ore.
Would you walk to the edge of the ocean
Just to fill my jar with sand
Just in case I get the notion
To let it run through my hand
Dust Glitter Rain