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“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-Exup茅ry, 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鈥檛.”
― 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

“If I can write, who possibly can鈥檛. Even drawing a line in the sand is writing”
― Bangambiki Habyarimana, Pearls Of Eternity

“...懈 薪邪泄-胁薪褍褕懈褌械谢薪懈褌械 褋褗芯褉邪卸械薪懈褟 胁 芯褋薪芯胁邪褌邪 褋懈 懈蟹褉邪褋褌胁邪褌 芯褌 锌褟褋褗泻. 袠屑械薪薪芯 褌芯泄 械 泻邪薪邪胁邪褌邪, 芯褌 泻芯褟褌芯 褋械 锌芯褟胁褟胁邪 械写懈薪 芯褌 薪邪泄-胁薪褍褕懈褌械谢薪懈褌械 褋懈屑胁芯谢懈 薪邪 褑懈胁懈谢懈蟹邪褑懈褟褌邪 - 锌褗褌褟褌. 孝邪泻邪 泻邪泻褌芯 胁 械写懈薪 写胁芯褉械褑 薪械 屑芯卸械 写邪 懈屑邪 褋邪屑芯 屑褉邪屑芯褉, 褌邪泻邪 懈 锌褗褌褟褌 蟹邪锌芯褔胁邪 芯褌 锌褉邪褕懈薪泻邪褌邪. 袗 薪械 械 谢懈 褌邪泻邪 懈 褋 卸懈胁芯褌邪 薪懈? 袣芯谢泻芯 锌褟褋褗泻 褌褉褟斜胁邪 写邪 懈蟹谐褉械斜械 褌褗褉褋邪褔褗褌 薪邪 褋褗泻褉芯胁懈褖邪, 蟹邪 写邪 写芯褋褌懈谐薪械 写芯 械写薪邪 褌褉芯褕懈褑邪 蟹谢邪褌芯?”
― 小懈谢胁懈褟 孝芯屑芯胁邪, 孝懈褌 芯褌 袧懈泻芯屑械写懈褟

“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鈥‵rom shore to shore,鈥╓hile keeping my word;

Some waves grew uneven,鈥ˋnd the sand in bays silvered鈥╓ith 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

“When someone we love is now a memory, those memories become the pieces of who we are today. They are the chapters of our story, the unfinished melodies of yesterday, lingering in our depths. They live in the quiet nights that refuse to let go of those days. It is a name written in the sands, unwashed by the waves. To remember is not to cry to be silenced, but to relive the dear moments. Those memories are a doorway to yesterday, that till today remains alive through us, and our telling of the story.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“When agony steals your joy, weave the verses of your soul. Someday, it will come back as an oasis in the desert.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“I flow inside as a river of longing cuts me deep, calling me to find what secret lies beyond what the eyes can see, what beauties float in on the waves that roll up on the sands and make them shores of light.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The sand blows away,
as if it knows it doesn鈥檛 belong.”
― Gume Laurel III, Solar Punks

“Experience yourself through the seasons, sense the poems of every shade. While you cannot change the seasons, you can feel the soul through their play. So, you taste your ripe wholeness as you feel the soft sand between the toes, the mellow autumn leaves as they sing the farewell song, the grey skies in winter, and the scent of spring. Being wholly present allows you to come to a deeper understanding of this life.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee