Sand Quotes

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

“In the land of the ostriches, the blind are king. When politicians bury their head in the sand, ignorance rules the country. ( "High noon." )”
― Erik Pevernagie

“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

“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

“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

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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

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

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

“...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

“That was my baby brother. It doesn't matter how he went out of that window, I should have caught him.”
― Tana French, Faithful Place

“They say that soulmates are like dreams: you own them without truly having them. I used to doubt this notion until you departed from my life's story. It then became clear that I had been pursuing something as elusive as a mirage, a kite whose string was held by someone else”
― Shahid Hussain Raja

“Every grain of sand is a fragment of time, telling tales of the world's ancient history.”
― Aloo Denish Obiero

“The balloon floated just above a ridge that ran along one side of the valley. They could see no one, no ani- mals or sign of any life, but there were trails in the hard sand bed that suggested people occasionally passed this way. Such trails could be misleading, for in the desert they could exist for an eternity, and one could never tell how old they might be.”
― David Ball, Empires of Sand by David Ball

“Let's both write our names in the sand and pray that the waves of time will leave a lasting mark on the shore of our memories.”
― Shahid Hussain Raja

“I wrote our names in the sand hoping that the waves of time would leave a lasting mark on the shore of our memories. A wave came and washed them away, reminding me that some things are meant to be cherished in the heart, not in the sand.”
― Shahid Hussain Raja

“Sand is one of the most fascinating things to look at under a microscope. In fact, sand is somewhat of a fingerprint for the beach it comes from. Imagine, how many of these grains of sand makes up for our skin, who it is that breathed life into our lungs so our flesh can feel alive and then commanded the trees to sustain and remind us to take care of this Earth?”
― Reena Doss

“Grief transforms you into someone you can't even recognize. For some, it becomes a hard swim to the shores, for it becomes a fight for the light, and for the rest, they remain baffled forever in the thick fog of grief.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Like the sand I am ever,

The more you wanna hold, I disappear!”
― Md. Ziaul Haque

“The sun was setting on the horizon. Mother Nature had painted the sky in hues of pink, purple and orange. Our feet slipped and slid as we walked on the sand, breathing salt air. Waves crashed against the shore rhythmically and gusts of wind howled around us. Families could be seen strolling along the beach despite the frigid winter wind that was blowing. In the distance, a group of orphaned children could be seen flying a kite, unaware of the cruelty that exists in the world.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“The Wanderer

I wandered many miles
From shore to shore,
While keeping my word;

Some waves grew uneven,
And the sand in bays silvered
With each hour of hurt.”
― Laura Chouette

“Its the soundless thirst that pulls you toward the well of light, it's the wordless longing that drives you to the oasis in the desert.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Its the wordless thirst that pulls a soul through the barren bitter to the honey of sweets; its the oasis of longing on the desert sands; the fruits in a fruitless land.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee