A grain of sand leads to the fall of a mountain when the moment has come for the mountain to fall.
Reached only by boat, seaplane and, with less surety, telephone-this is Fire Island, a pile of sand beneath a pile of people.
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.
I was sand, I was snow—written on, rewritten, smoothed over.
The SEALs place a premium on brute strength, but there's an even bigger premium on speed. That's speed through the water, speed over the ground, and speed of thought. There's no prizes for gleaming a set of well-oiled muscles in Coronado. Bulk just makes you slow, especially in soft sand, and that's what we had to tackle every day of our lives, mile after mile.
The ephemeral nature of live performance is the part I love most - it's a monk's sand painting, carefully constructed, then wiped away in an instant.
Nothing like the road to rub all the sand out of your soul.
All the best sands of my life are somehow getting into the wrong end of the hourglass. If I could only reverse it! Were it in my power to do sowould I?
Burying your head in the sand does not make you invisible it only leads to suffocation.
In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.
The house that is built upon the sand will crumble at the first sign of a windstorm.
Existence is of little interest save on days when the dust of realities is mingled with magic sand.
On the tawny sands and shelves trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.
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.
One day you will hear the sound of time rustling as it slips through your fingers like sand. Remember me then. I wish you luck.
Our lives are but specks of dust falling through the fingers of time. Like sands of the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.
Take a bunch of little kids to the beach and they all make art. Adults are too stupid to call it art, but it is art. They'll use their imaginations, make drama, make up characters, make pictures in the sand, they'll make up songs that no one's ever heard before. All kids, I think, are creative, but they get it pounded out of them in school.
From a grain of sand in the Pearl comes.
I have a lot of friends and family that have suffered because of the church's judgment; my best friend in the world is gay. I felt a lot of people around me drawing lines in the sand, and that year I decided: I don't want to draw lines and have to be on one side or the other, but if someone's going to push me to one or the other side of the line, I'm going to stand on the side of those being judged because that's where I feel Jesus meets people.
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