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Nothing, nothing felt better than the way sand felt beneath my feet. It was both solid and shifting. Constant and ever-changing. It was summer. By Jenny Han Felt Feet Sand Beneath Shifting

I can't swim, and I actually hate sand. By Christine Teigen Swim Sand Hate

Pusillanimous. Talisman. By Christina Baker Kline Pusillanimous Talisman

Only one thing can spoil sand: perfume. By Nicholas Dodman Perfume Sand Thing Spoil

The Sand as Soul of Mother Earthis to know every soul on earth, the wayI know myself and my own soul.Religious Leader Petra Cecilia Maria HermansReligion Of Blue CircleTimeless Endless By Petra Hermans Endless Soul Sand Mother Earthis

A scent of jasmine and a rasp of sand. By Jan Morris Sand Scent Jasmine Rasp

I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself fo the next hit, and fel something. Something grainy and samll, sticking to the tips of my fingers: the sand from Commons Park.Oh Cass, I thought. I miss you so, so much. By Sarah Dessen Pocket Bracing Hit Jammed Hand

Sand castles just aren't made to last. By Alice Yi-Li Yeh Sand Castles Made

There is something oddly therapeutic about trudging through marshy sand, the feeling of squishiness below the feet signaling to the brain that it's OK to just let go for a while. By Sarah Jio Sand Oddly Therapeutic Trudging Marshy

When I played in the sandbox, the cat kept covering me up. By Rodney Dangerfield Sandbox Played Cat Covering

handfuls of sand and grab a couple more fronds By Abi Ketner Handfuls Fronds Sand Grab Couple

On a sandbarsunlight stretches out its limbs, or is ita sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold? By William Stafford Limbs Sycamore Brazen Bold Sandbarsunlight

Only those who have walked barefoot on gravel will appreciate soft sand beneath their feet. By Craig Smedley Feet Walked Barefoot Gravel Soft

She sand late into the night, till her heart was full By Anamika Mishra Night Till Full Sand Late

My happiness is like this sand:I let it run out of my hand. By John Gould Fletcher Sand Hand Happiness Run

Grains of sand will only flow with the winds, Kenton, never against them. By Brandon Sanderson Kenton Grains Winds Sand Flow

Sand from the UrnsGreen as mould is the house of oblivion. Before each of the blowing gates your beheaded minstrel turns blue. For you he beats his drum made of moss and of harshpubic hair; With a festering toe in the sand he traces your eyebrow. Longer he draws it than ever it was, and the red of yourlip.You fill up the urns here and nourish your heart. By Paul Celan Oblivion Urnsgreen Mould House Sand

There's something incredibly sexy about sand and sweat and dunes photographed like women's backs. By Kristin Scott Thomas Backs Incredibly Sexy Sand Sweat

I have finally come around to asking myself what is expressed in that sand of written words which I have strung together throughout my life, that sand that seems to me to be so far away from the beaches and desert of living. Perhaps by staring at the sand as sand, words as words, we can come close to understanding how and to what extent the world that has been ground down and eroded can still find in sand a foundation and model. By Italo Calvino Sand Words Life Living Finally

The powdery sand caves under his weight and his bare feet sink at once marking the beach with shallow potholes By Stephanie Fleshman Potholes Powdery Sand Caves Weight

like a small sandstorm that keeps changing By Haruki Murakami Changing Small Sandstorm

I used to be the sort of boy who had sand kicked in his face, now I'm the sort of boy who watches somebody else have it kicked in their face By Sue Townsend Sort Boy Face Kicked Sand

all the grains of sand make the beach By Stephen Costello Beach Grains Sand Make

Genius has no taste for weaving sand. By Ralph Waldo Emerson Genius Sand Taste Weaving

We spent afternoons kicking around in the sand, picking through the seaweed for shells, making headdresses of washed-up fishing ropes and hats from Styrofoam cups. Beach rats, we were called.We stopped brushing our hair, and it hung in tangles spun by the salt air. We sprayed Sun-In across our heads and let it turn our hair orange in patches. Our skin peeled, and we didn't much care.We woke up to the feel of sand in our sheets. We covered ourselves in baby oil and iodine and let the sun bake our skin. We smelled like Love's Baby Soft perfume, like summer all year long. We were tanned, with freckles across our noses. By Ilie Ruby Styrofoam Picking Shells Making Cups

No better than Bellyfluff, Sillystuff, or Starchyruff; By Markus Heitz Sillystuff Bellyfluff Starchyruff

Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved.Here was her abode on the edge of the sandy desert between Dakhool and Howmal.The traces of her encampment are not wholly obliterated even now.For when the South wind blows the sand over them the North wind sweeps it away. By Imru Al-Qays Wind Stop Dakhool South North

I am the Sandman, the Dream Weaver, the Enticer of Slumber. The night is mine. The darkness is my cloak and obeys my commands. If I do not want to be seen, I can prevent it. By Anonymous Sandman Weaver Slumber Dream Enticer

Fancy that! What fun! Coming all this way just to see me!""Well we didn't exactly," began Moomintroll, clambering ashore."Never mind!" answered Snufkin. "The main thing is that you're here. You'll stay the night, won't you?""We should love to," said Moomintroll. "We haven't seen a soul since we left home, and that was ages ago. Why in the world do you live here in this desert?""I'm a tramp, and I live all over the place," answered Snufkin. "I wander about, and when I find a place that I like I put up my tent and play my mouth-organ. By Tove Jansson Snufkin Moomintroll Fancy Answered Place

The sand murmurs that it wants to swallow everything. By Gao Xingjian Sand Murmurs Swallow

A foolish man ... built his house upon the sand. By Matthew Mcconaughey Man Foolish Built Sand House

Somewhere in sands of the desertA shape with lion body and the head of a man,A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,Is moving its slow thighs, while all about itReel shadows of the indignant desert birds. By William Butler Yeats Thighs Birds Sands Deserta Shape

fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's By Caroline Fyffe Fishhook Worm Squiggly

Color streamed into a toe of darkness testing the sand. By Frank Herbert Color Sand Streamed Toe Darkness

If you focus on sandbagging the beachhead, you can ignore the tsunami that's approaching. Try it any other way and you'll go crazy. By Jodi Picoult Beachhead Approaching Focus Sandbagging Ignore

Storm. I shall call her Storm. By John Gwynne Storm Call

Sand, which didn't even have a form of it's own. Yet, not a single thing could stand against this shapeless, destructive power. The very fact that it had no form was doubtless the highest manifestation of its strenght, was it not? By Kobo Abe Sand Form Shapeless Destructive Power

Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your warrior name. Spiderpaw, from this moment you will be known as Spiderleg. By Erin Hunter Spiderpaw Spiderleg Powers Starclan Give

Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war. By Loren Eiseley War Time Walk Beach Ancient

In a place built on sand, hold on to whatever you can. By J.c. Gary Sand Hold Place Built

The winds of the desert have names. They feed on the bodies of broken children and rip out the beating hearts of men. By Laurie Halse Anderson Winds Desert Men Feed Bodies

The beanstalk felt like sandpaper". By Sarah Beth Durst Sandpaper Beanstalk Felt

Dude, you got to draw your lines in the sand somewhere and hold them. It's especially important when the sand keeps shifting beneath your feet. By Karen Marie Moning Dude Sand Draw Lines Hold

Summertime is my favorite time of year in Sandpoint, reason being, Lake Pend Oreille is warm and ready for action. By Nate Holland Sandpoint Lake Pend Oreille Summertime

Peppier n. The waiter at a fancy restaurant whose sole purpose seems to be walking around asking diners if they want ground pepper. By Steven Pinker Peppier Pepper Waiter Fancy Restaurant

The ShellThe sea fills my earwith sand and with fear.You may wash out the sand,but never the soundof the ghost of the seathat is haunting me. By Ted Hughes Shellthe Sea Fills Earwith Sand

What use will money be to him in the Sands. By Wilfred Thesiger Sands Money

Have you seen the sand-roses of the Sahara? Such is the violence of the Khamsin that it whips grains of sand together, presses them, finally builds them into great blocks, big enough and solid enough to be used for walls in the oasis. And beautiful! Whew! For all that, they are not real rocks. Leave hem in peace, with no possible interference - what happens? (I brought some home, and put them "in safety" as curiosities, and as useful psychometrical tests.) Alas! Time is enough. Go to the drawer which held them; nothing remains but little piles of dust. By Aleister Crowley Sahara Sandroses Khamsin Presses Finally

If you read fast and read all, maybe some of the sand will stay in the sieve. By Ray Bradbury Sieve Read Fast Sand Stay

I walk the sand alone,and feel it stirring as I roam,upon this breathing earth,where wave on wave begins new birth.I sense a grand facade,where colors paint the hand of God.And in remorseful pain,I dance the stones of bitter strain. By Craig Froman Wave Strain Walk Sand Aloneand

I was sand, I was snow - written on, rewritten, smoothed over. By Margaret Atwood Rewritten Sand Snow Written Smoothed

Where am I and doing what? You might well ask. Freaky chick, you say? You can't imagine. I am priestess of a sandcastle in a land of dust and starlight. By Laini Taylor Freaky Chick Imagine Starlight Priestess

All summer long we spent dancin' in the sand, and the jukebox kept on playing Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. By Johnny Ramistella Band Sergeant Pepper Lonely Hearts

Sand can be any shade of yellow, from peroxide blond to canary, or even with a tinge of pink. Yellow sand is tender. By Herta Muller Canary Pink Sand Yellow Shade

It was just the lightest dusting, and another person might have mistaken it for something else. But I knew where I came from. No matter where I was, or what got me there, I would always feel at home when I touched sand. By Sarah Dessen Dusting Lightest Person Mistaken Knew

Nothing chases away the sand or the memories engraved on the back of my eyelids. They play on a continuous loop, with smells and sound and sorrow. By Laurie Halse Anderson Eyelids Chases Sand Memories Engraved

What did words matter to a desert? By Benjamin Alire Saenz Desert Words Matter

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. By Raquel Cepeda Individually Story Experience Generation Grain

The beach has a language of its own, with its undulating ribbons of silt, the imponderable hieroglyphs of bird tracks. The receding waves catch on innumerable holes in the sand. Bubbles form and fade. A new language, with a new alphabet ... By Franny Billingsley Silt Tracks Beach Undulating Ribbons

We slid down on our behinds, little avalanches of sand pouring around our feet and down our pants. By Ransom Riggs Pants Slid Avalanches Sand Pouring

At night ghosts come In rivers of grief, To claw away the sand Beneath a man's feet By Steven Erikson Beneath Grief Feet Night Ghosts

Every hour that passes, another hundredweight of sand is poured in through a tiny hole in Landsman's soul. After his eyes are closed, what happens is never quite sleep, and the thoughts that plague him, though atrocious, are never quite dreams. By Michael Chabon Landsman Passes Soul Hour Hundredweight

The beauty of sand, in other words, belonged to death. it was the beauty of death that ran through the magnificence of its ruins and its great power of destruction By Kobo Abe Beauty Sand Words Belonged Death

Come on Sandy, baby, loosen up, your too tight. By John Riggins Baby Sandy Loosen Tight

Hutte was always saying that, in the end, we are all "beach men" and that "the sand"--I am quoting his own words-- keeps the traces of our footsteps only a few moment By Patrick Modiano Hutte End Beach Men Sand

It is one thing to do your dance on a beach and quite another to collaborate intimately with the sand. By Deborah Jowitt Sand Thing Dance Beach Collaborate

The sand storm carries words but feelings not even a hurricane. By Gwen Calvo Hurricane Sand Storm Carries Words

it's springand the goat-footedballoonMan whistlesfarandwee By E. E. Cummings Whistlesfarandwee Springand Goatfootedballoonman

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. By C.s. Lewis World Pin Faith Human Wisest

I would like to choose my own warrior name. If it is all right, I wish to be known as Crowfeather." Crowpaw spoke so quietly, his voice was almost lost in the pounding water. "I wish to keep alive the memory of . . . of the cat who did not return from the first journey. By Erin Hunter Choose Warrior Crowfeather Crowpaw Quietly

Turns out, most girls would rather put on lip gloss than play with sand toads. By Jenny Lundquist Turns Toads Girls Put Lip

StocktontoMalone By Hot Rod Hundley Stocktontomalone

a world in a grain of sand | And a heaven in a wild flower'. By Marina Warner Sand Flower World Grain Heaven

That narrow stretch of sand knows nothing in the world better than it does the white waves that whip it , caress it , collapse on to it . The white foam knows nothing better than those sands which wait for it , rise to it and suck it in .but what do the waves know of the massed, hot, still sands of the desert just twenty , no , ten feet beyond the scalloped edge ? And what does the beach knows of depths, the cold, the currents just there, where-do you see it? - Where the water turns a deeper blue. By Ahdaf Soueif White Sands Waves Hot Sand

The city of Jahilia is built entirely of sand, its structures formed of the desert whence it rises. It is a sight to wonder at: walled, four-gated, the whole of it a miracle worked by its citizens, who have learned the trick of transforming the fine white dune-sand of those forsaken parts, - the very stuff of inconstancy, - the quintessence of unsettlement, shifting, treachery, lack-of-form, - and have turned it, by alchemy, into the fabric of their newly invented permanence. By Salman Rushdie Jahilia Sand Rises City Built

From RIVERMy body is filled with sand. The heavy grains flow from my eyes and seek somewhere to fall.Speak to me friends. Tell me I am free to go now, for I need to sit alone in the sun on the river bank, juggling pebbles. By Jay Woodman Sand Rivermy Body Filled Friends

All kits get fevers!" Sandpaw retorted. "With his thick fur, he'll recover in no time. That coat's going to be handy in leaf-bare, perfect for hunting in the snow. The prey'll never see him coming, and he'll be able to stay out twice as long as thin-pelts like Longtail! By Erin Hunter Fevers Kits Longtail Sandpaw Retorted

A beach is not only a sweep of sand, but shells of sea creatures, the sea glass, the seaweed, the incongruous objects washed up by the ocean. By Henry Grunwald Sea Sand Creatures Glass Seaweed

Gundhrold's head lowered until his massive beak was only inches away from Amos's nose. "I am a son of the desert. This was once my home - the home of all my kind. I know every crag, every slope, every crick and hollow-"Amos rolled his eyes. "Every blatherin' speck o' sand? By Gillian Bronte Adams Gundhrold Nose Amos Head Lowered

The barrenness of sand, as it is usually pictured, was not caused by simple dryness, but apparently was due to the ceaseless movement that made it inhospitable to all living things. What a difference compared with the dreary way human beings clung together year in year out. By Kobo Abe Sand Pictured Dryness Things Barrenness

William the Conqueror, it is said, began by eating a mouthful of English sand. By Salman Rushdie Conqueror English William Began Sand

She had always enjoyed the warm, calming feeling of the sand. It slipped as a silken scarf of liquid sunshine across the surface of her skin. Kayn took one hand and ran it over the surface of the sand, and it shifted as though it had been moved by a light breeze without her hand making contact. Her life now had no room for feet being firmly planted on the ground. She had to allow her mind to take off in flight and accept the impossible. She had to embrace life as a toddler. In a child's world, every breath of life is a mystery; everything had the possibility of being magic. By Kim Cormack Sand Warm Calming Surface Enjoyed

Where is my oasis? Too far fromhere for me to crawl with thesedead legs, refusing to co-operateHands and fingers clawing uselesslythrough the grains of sand ... By Kiera Woodhull Oasis Legs Refusing Sand Fromhere

Lake Pend Oreille is definitely my favorite place to be while in Sandpoint. I love to get out on a boat to enjoy water sports, camping, fishing, or just to relax and catch a sunset. By Nate Holland Sandpoint Pend Oreille Lake Favorite

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. By Pablo Picasso Disposal Definite Unknown Quantity Experience

Are you tired of sand being kicked in your face? I promise you new muscles in days! By Charles Atlas Face Tired Sand Kicked Days

But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away. By Francesca Lia Block Careful Sand Breaks Broken Glass

The sandcastle, wet and gleaming under the sun, waited for the only thing that could destroy it: the waves. And like the waves returning the sandcastles to its natural state, quickly and rhythmically, he destroyed my being. By Rain Chudori Waves Wet Sun Waited Gleaming

Let the sandcastle collapse. In its place, I will build a fortress - one that the waves of nature and time could never destroy. By Bella Forrest Collapse Sandcastle Place Fortress Destroy

Sand was dribbling out of the bag of her attention, faster and faster. By Sarah Blake Sand Attention Faster Dribbling Bag

Who's that, the windbreaker? By Paul Heyman Windbreaker

All my life i have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper just running down the edges of different countries and continents, looking for something. By Elizabeth Bishop Continents Life Lived Behaved Sandpiper

I recall those beautiful summer mornings with my parents by the sandy beach of Belek. My father used to teach me how to ride waves. I remember him constantly emphasizing the fact that no wave, no matter how big it is should stir enough fear inside me to keep me glued to the shore. He used to repeat those words while glancing at my mother with a smile that could set the whole sea on fire. My mother, sitting on the beach, too afraid of the deep blue sea, contented herself with building sand castles, ones my father would step on trying to drag her hopelessly into water. Step on your sand castle and dive deep. Dive deep into the unknown. Life is damn too short for building sand castles. By Malak El Halabi Belek Sand Deep Recall Beautiful

Writers begin with a grain of sand, and then create a beach. By Robert Black Writers Sand Beach Begin Grain

On sand, you can never be sure of anything. An ordinary shot can take a wicked deflection at the last moment. By Eric Cantona Sand Moment Ordinary Shot Wicked

For the recuperation of body and mind, there is nothing better than natural therapy - sand, sunshine and surf. By Max Dupain Sand Mind Therapy Sunshine Surf

You can call me namastunde or surfatunde. Either works. By Baratunde Thurston Surfatunde Call Namastunde Works

We often love to think now of the life of men on beaches,at least in midsummer, when the weather is serene; their sunny lives onthe sand, amid the beach-grass and bayberries, their companion a cow, their wealth a jag of driftwood or a few beach plums, and their music the surf and the peep of the beech-bird. By Henry David Thoreau Midsummer Serene Sand Amid Bayberries

I am grains of sand in a storm made of Alec, scattering in his fierce wind and spinning back. Out to my limits and then retracted. Billow and fall. But the wind gusts into something even stronger, something more, and with one final, unstoppable spiral out, I dissolve into absolutely nothing but a leftover pulse of a girl that used to exist. And an exhausted Cheshire smile. By Riley Edgewood Alec Scattering Back Grains Sand

Why did you throw sand when I just told you not to?"What child says, "Hmm, why did I? I guess there's no good reason. Thanks for pointing that out. It won't happen again. By Joanna Faber Hmm Throw Sand Told Child