Best 142 quotes in «sand quotes» category

At the museum a troubled woman destroys a sand painting meticulously created over days by Tibetan monks. The monks are not disturbed. The work is a meditation. They simply begin again.

Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?

Christ is the foundation of all our hopes for time and for eternity. Oh, build on this divine foundation! All other foundations are sinking sand.

Depression can be the sand that makes the pearl. Most of my best work came out of it.

Don't stop doing what you love. Don't let your future be ruined by a bunch of loony sand monkeys.

Every barrel of oil that comes out of those sands in Canada is a barrel of oil that we don't have to buy from a foreign source.

Fear is like the wilderland - Stepping stones or sinking sand

Genius has no taste for weaving sand.

How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.

He who does a kindness to an ungrateful person, sets his seal to a flint and sows his seed upon the sand; on the former he makes no impression, and from the latter finds no product.

I danced along a colored wind/ Dangled from a rope of sand

I have a superstition that if I talk about plot, it's like letting sand out of a hole in the bottom of a bag.

Faith as tiny as a grain of sand allows us to move mountains.

I don't know, there's something about you. Say there's an hourglass: the sand's about to run out. Someone like you can always be counted on to turn the thing over.

I don't know why it's called "getting lost." Even when you turn down the wrong street, when you find yourself at the dead end of a chain-link fence or a road that turnd to sand, you are somewhere. It just isn't where you expected to be.

I'm working so much I don't see the work of many young cartoonists so it's hard for me to tell which are my favourites. Maybe when I get to stick my head out of the sand I'll be able to let you know.

I have met a great celebrity, Madame Dudevant, known as George Sand... Her appearance is not to my liking. Indeed there is something about her which positively repels me... What an unattractive person La Sand is... Is she really a woman? I'm inclined to doubt it.

I'm just saying it's not all sand castles and ninjas.

I sat down in the sand, breathless with shame and failure. God, I thought, some defender of the weak. Some freedom fighter: Joan of Arc in sunscreen.

In Aleppo we had the missile itself, and the material, and the sample from the sand, from the soil, and samples from the blood [of chemical weapons].

I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep!

I was signed to MGM. I was in Vegas for sixteen weeks at the Sands Hotel.

James Delaney as an individual is sort of like a grain of sand in an oyster who is irritating all of them. But for me he's a creature of the time, like the industrialists who started the Industrial Revolution who extricated themselves from their class and their background

My heart is sand and Orion's cruel tide has washed it away from me, scattered it, lost it.

Incredibly, almost every hotel I ever played in Vegas was blown up shortly afterward: The Dunes, The Sands, The Landmark, The Aladdin, The Frontier, The Hacienda, The Stardust - all were imploded.

I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of sand.

I see upon their noble brows the seal of the Lord, for they were born kings of the earth far more truly than those who possess it only from having bought it.

It is one thing to do your dance on a beach and quite another to collaborate intimately with the sand.

Junkies find veins in their toes when the veins in their arms collapse. Developing tars sands is the equivalent.

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.

Nothing like the road to rub all the sand out of your soul.

On the tawny sands and shelves trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.

Once the will is resolved, one's spirit is strengthened. Even a peasant's will is hard to deny, but a samurai of resolute will can sway ten thou­sand men.

Putting our heads in the sand is not a wise strategy.

Sand. Everywhere. In the bed, in the shower, all over the floor. Grrrrr.

Sand is overrated. It's just tiny little rocks.

Philosophies fall away like sand, and creeds follow on another like the withered leaves of Autumn.

The Bible talks about building houses on sand and rock, but says nothing about a brick house built on a blanket.

Sticking your head in the sand might make you feel safer, but it’s not going to protect you from the coming storm.

There's something incredibly sexy about sand and sweat and dunes photographed like women's backs.

Studios and networks who ignore either shift - whether the increasing sophistication of storytelling, or the constantly shifting sands of technological advancement - will be left behind.

The Sand Pebbles has always been one of my favorite films, I suppose because its the most difficult film - from a physical and logistical standpoint - that I've ever made.

The sands of time are quicksands ... so much can sink into them without a trace.

Talking wisely to the ignorant is throwing precious seeds to the desert sands!

The sand stretched out gray and ghostlike and illuminated, a column of light leading forward. It was like something a dead person would see, a tunnel leading toward heaven.

The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.

We have ...drawn a line in the sand.

The wretched Artist himself is alternatively the lowest worm that ever crawled when no fire is in him; or the loftiest God that ever sand when the fire is going.

We are too prone to engrave our trials in marble and write our blessings in sand.

Were you lying?" "I never lie," he said piously. "About what?" "The sand, the snake." For a young man who never lied, he seemed surprisingly unoffended by the question.