Write the bad things that are done to you in sand, but write the good things that happen to you on a piece of marble.

Getting money is like digging with a needle, spending it is like water soaking into sand.

To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.

If you must speak ill of another, do not speak it, write it in the sand near the water's edge

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The more sand has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.

All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon the sand.

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Knowledge without wisdom is like water in the sand.

Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.

On vacations: We hit the sunny beaches where we occupy ourselves keeping the sun off our skin, the saltwater off our bodies, and the sand out of our belongings.

Nothing is built on stone; all is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.

We all leave footprints in the sand, the question is, will we be a big heal, or a great soul.

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.

When I was a little kid we had a sand box.

It was a quicksand box. I was an only child... eventually.

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Life's a beach. I am just playing in the sand.

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Put three grains of sand inside a vast cathedral, and the cathedral will be more closely packed with sand than space is with stars.

I generalized rashly: That is what kills political writing, this absurd pretence that you are delivering a great utterance. You never do. You are just a puzzled man making notes about what you think. You are not building the Pantheon, then why act like a graven image? You are drawing sketches in the sand which the sea will wash away.

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they're gone.

The Artist, the free-flyer, the person that dares to be mad can always go back to that madness. You cannot corner that person. That person has an instrument, has a piece of paper, has a pencil, has two dollars worth of dime store paint, has some sand on the beach... That person can always go for Truth. You cannot corner that person. You can lock them in solitary and they'll scratch it on the wall, and if you cut off their hands, they will scratch it in their mind.

The gap between the committed and the indifferent is a Sahara whose faint trails, followed by the mind's eye only, fade out in sand.

A society in which consumption has to be artificially stimulated in order to keep production going is a society founded on trash and waste, and such a society is a house built upon sand.

With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road.

Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand.

Fear is the sand in the machinery of life.

There are flood and drought over the eyes and in the mouth, dead water and dead sand contending for the upper hand. The parched eviscerate soil gapes at the vanity of toil, laughs without mirth. This is the death of the earth.

I am here for a purpose and that purpose is to grow into a mountain, not to shrink to a grain of sand. Henceforth will I apply ALL my efforts to become the highest mountain of all and I will strain my potential until it cries for mercy.

The wise know that foolish legislation is a rope of sand, which perishes in the twisting.

A physician can sometimes parry the scythe of death, but has no power over the sand in the hourglass.

Love all that has been created by God, both the whole and every grain of sand.

Love every leaf and every ray of light. Love the beasts and the birds, love the plants, love every separate fragment. If you love each fragment, you will understand the mystery of the whole resting in God.

Male bashing is everywhere. It would be a mistake to view the current situation as another skirmish in the war between the sexes. Women have been doing the shooting, and men have been burying their heads in the sand, hoping the bullets will miss.

Now that nude-beach season is in full, um, swing, taking things off is once again a public matter. It comes with the additional difficulty of hot sand under one's feet and the unavoidable, inescapable truth that gravity always wins.

Consider the hour-glass; there is nothing to be accomplished by rattling or shaking; you have to wait patiently until the sand, grain by grain, has run from one funnel into the other.

Love all God's creation, the whole and every grain of sand of it.

Love every leaf, every ray of God's light. Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.

The history of persecution is a history of endeavors to cheat nature, to make water run up hill, to twist a rope of sand.

He lay beside her, an insomniac with visions of vastness.

He thought of desert stretches so huge no Chosen People could cross them. He counted grains of sand like sheep and knew his job would last forever. He thought of aeroplane views of wheatlands so high he couldn't see which way the wind was bending the stalks. Arctic territories and sled-track distances.Miles he would never cover because he could never abandon this bed.

The wise man can pick up a grain of sand and envision a whole universe.

But the stupid man will just lay down on some seaweed and roll around in it until he's completely draped in it. Then he'll stand up and go hey, I'm Vine Man.

The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.

Sand is a magical material of beautiful contradictions.

It is simple and complex. It is peaceful and violent. It is always the same, never the same, endlessly fascinating.

Sand dunes are almost like ready-made buildings;

all we need to do is solidify the parts that we need to be solid, and then excavate the sand, and we have our architecture.

Judy Miller is the most innocent person in this case.

I really thought that was outrageous that she was jailed and we needed as journalists to draw a line in the sand in a strong but thoughtful way.

In my job you can't just put your head in the sand and throw partisan bombshells. You have to get results.

We get a lot of people from out of state who come down and it's not what they expect Florida to be, the horse farms and oak trees instead of the sand and the ocean.

It is such a cut throat industry where you get knocked down so much and get rejected so much. If you do not back yourself up, no one else is going to so you really need to learn to get up, shake the sand off your chest and keep going.

The science of politics is the one science that is deposited by the streams of history, like the grains of gold in the sand of a river; and the knowledge of the past, the record of truths revealed by experience, is eminently practical, as an instrument of action and a power that goes to making the future.

We can put our head in the sand and continue to lose jobs overseas and to other states, or we can say, 'You know what? We are not going to lose another job from California, and we're going to be the very best place to start and grow a business.' So I'll be the chief sales officer for California businesses.

If all the circumstances of acting are made to easy, then there's no grain of sand to make the pearl.

The challenges surrounding HIV and AIDS are getting more complex and mature, and we just can't stick our heads in the sand and say 'it can't happen to me.'

I typically enjoy a beautiful beach destination, as I find the water and sand to be the most replenishing.

It's just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.

It is our art that has an opportunity to leave a footprint in the sand.

They don't wrap fish in our work.

They defended the grains of sand in the desert to the last drop of their blood.

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.

Please don't ask me to do that which I've just said I'm not going to do, because you're burning up time. The meter is running through the sand on you, and I am now filibustering.

The moon is essentially gray, no color.

It looks like plaster of Paris, like dirty beach sand with lots of footprints in it.