Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?
Well, actually, I do the voiceover for Quentin Sands.
a little bird moves a mountain of sand one grain at a time it picks up one grain every million years and when the mountain has been moved the bird puts it all back again and that's how long eternity is and that's a very long time to be dead
Never, never pin your whole faith on any human being: not if he is the best and wisest in the whole world. There are lots of nice things you can do with sand; but do not try building a house on it.
Like the sand and the oyster, it's a creative irritant. In each poem, I'm trying to reveal a truth, so it can't have a fictional beginning.
The sands are number'd that make up my life; Here must I stay, and here my life must end.
We walk up the beach under the stars. And when we are tired of walking, we lie flat on the sand under a bowl of stars. We feel stretched, expanded to take in their compass. They pour into us until we are filled with stars, up to the brim.
Between lips and lips there are cities of great ash and moist summit, drops of when and how, vague comings and goings: between lips and lips as along a shore of sand and glass the wind passes.
I never kick my ball in the rough or improve my lie in a sand trap. For that I have a caddie.
The sky was different, without color, taut and unforgiving. But the water was the most unforgiving thing, nearly black at times, cold enough, I knew, to kill me, violent enough to break me apart. The waves were immense, battering rocky beaches without sand. The farther I went, the more desolate it became, more than any place I'd been, but for this very reason the landscape drew me, claimed me as nothing had in a long time.
I always thought that in modern history Chinese people are like a dish of sand, never really close together. But I think a dish of sand is a good metaphor because we have the Internet. We don't have to be physically united. You can be an individual and have your own set of values but join others in certain struggles. There is nothing more powerful than that.
In my job you can't just put your head in the sand and throw partisan bombshells. You have to get results.
Time is like a handful of sand - the tighter you grasp it, the faster it runs through your fingers.
There is a curious thing that happens with the passage of time: a calcification of character. . . Change isn't always for the worst; the shell that forms around a piece of sand looks to some people like an irritation, and to others, like a pearl.
Heaven is in a grain of sand.
If we sit by and become complacent and put our heads in the sand, we're complicit.
Write in the sand the flaws of your friend.
When the beginnings of self destruction enter the heart, it seems no bigger than a grain of sand.
I will not be a common man. I will stir the smooth sands of monotony.
When obedience is in the ascendant, He will tax the remotest star and the last grain of sand to assist you with all His Almighty power.