Top 1200 Footprints In The Sand Quotes & Sayings - Page 6

Waste not the smallest thing created, for grains of sand make mountains, and atomies infinity.

All I know is Coach Cook said I'd be a pretty good sand player because I have all the shots.

Burying your head in the sand does not make you invisible it only leads to suffocation.

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

Can we find "The Universe in a grain of sand"? Well perhaps, but a stone seems easier to visualize.

Chiromancy is a stupidity! No man's fate is ever written on nowhere! In this universe, all the roads are our fate; all the stones and all the flowers are waiting for us! All the pages and all the days of the future are empty! On the roads to future, no one has footprints; we create them through walking!

Are you tired of sand being kicked in your face? I promise you new muscles in days!

What's special about Miami is the collision of cultures. And the white sand beaches and fantastic restaurants.

On sand, you can never be sure of anything. An ordinary shot can take a wicked deflection at the last moment.

I guess with myself, I was probably the first woman to lift weights and do circuit training and to run the sand hills.

The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls.

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

Unfortunately, the suit is so stiff, I can't do this with two hands, but I'm going to try a little sand-trap shot here.

The total number of stars in the Universe is larger than all the grains of sand on all the beaches of the planet Earth.

The most mesmerizing of artists is always like one who was merely drawing in the sand and people came to watch.

Estate taxes make every one of us nervous. If there’s an owner who isn’t, he has his head in the sand.

I'm not one to think of burying my head in the sand - I've always been a positive person and still am now.

There is no civilization that did not begin with art, Whether it was drawing a line in the sand, painting a cave or dancing.

My short stories are like soft shadows I have set out in the world, faint footprints I have left. I remember exactly where I set down each and every one of them, and how I felt when I did. Short stories are like guideposts to my heart.

When you're making a psychological thriller, what you need to do is have an audience on shifting sand so they're never quite sure where they are.

My daughter, Charlotte Strawbridge, has recorded an album, and my favourite song from that is 'Empires Made Of Sand.'

When a crow says an intelligent thing, chickens may laugh at it. This is the laughing of the sand castles at the powerful waves!

I can't seem to keep my heart from leaking out of the cracks, like sand clutched in a fist.

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

The sand stones had fragments of charcoal on some surfaces but found no recognisable fossils.

Bastian had climbed a dune of purplish-red sand and all around him he saw nothing but hill after hill of every imaginable color. Each hill revealed a shade or tint that occured in no other. The nearest was cobalt blue, another was saffron yellow, then came crimson red, then indigo, apple green, sky blue, orange, peach, mauve, turquoise blue, lilac, moss green, ruby red, burnt umber, Indian yellow, vermillion, lapis lazuli, and so on from horizon to horizon. And between the hill, separating color from color, flowed streams of gold and silver sand.

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

I'm especially drawn to the sand dunes. I love driving around and exploring them by dune buggy.

I'm quite a restless holidaymaker - I can't lie down on the sand and don't like too much heat.

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.

A stone is heavy and the sand is weighty; but a fool's wrath is heavier than them both.

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

The Yucatan Peninsula is really worth the trip. The water is stunning and the beaches are true-white sand.

When the beginnings of self destruction enter the heart, it seems no bigger than a grain of sand.

Even though we may all become extinct, we can still leave our footprint in the sand.

I run because long after my footprints fade away, maybe I will have inspired a few to reject the easy path, hit the trails, put one foot in front of the other, and come to the same conclusion I did: I run because it always takes me where I want to go.

The isolation spins its mysterious cocoon, focusing the mind on one place, one time, one rhythm - the turning of the light. The island knows no other human voices, no other footprints. On the Offshore Lights you can live any story you want to tell yourself, and no one will say you're wrong: not the seagulls, not the prisms, not the wind.

In a manner which matches the fortuity, if not the consequence, of Archimedes' bath and Newton's apple, the [3.6 million year old] fossil footprints were eventually noticed one evening in September 1976 by the paleontologist Andrew Hill, who fell while avoiding a ball of elephant dung hurled at him by the ecologist David Western.

They have a sign at the beach, "no glass bottles". I think that's so the other sand particles don't feel like underachievers.

Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people stay for awhile, and move our souls to dance. They awaken us to a new understanding, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.

For the recuperation of body and mind, there is nothing better than natural therapy - sand, sunshine and surf.

Man is a living lie--a bitter jest Upon himself--a conscious grain of sand Lost in a desert of unconsciousness.

So I'm pampering myself to a homemade stone pumice session, to sand down my feet because I'm worth it.

The cycle hit the beach and spun out. Emma went into a rolling crouch as she flew free of it, keeping her elbows in, pushing the air hard out of her lungs. She turned her head as she hit the sand, slapping her palms down to roll herself forward, absorbing the impact of the fall through her arms and shoulders, her knees folding up into her chest. The stars wheeled crazily overhead as she spun, sucking in her breath as her body slowed its rolling. She came to a stop on her back, her hair and clothes full of sand and her ears full of the sound of the wildly crashing ocean.

In politics, sometimes, you dig your heels in and draw a line in the sand and refuse to compromise.

We write our names in the sand: and then the waves roll in and wash them away.

Whatever's most important to you is your god. If it's not the Rock Christ Jesus, then it's sand!

Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.

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

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

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.

Time slips through our hands like grains of sand, never to return again.

The whole of the world could be deduced from the smallest grain of sand, if one studied it closely enough.

Existence is of little interest save on days when the dust of realities is mingled with magic sand.

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

Too many people write their blessings in the sand but engrave their sorrows in marble

The dream home would be stepping out of the house and feeling sand on my bare feet.

Everybody's life is either a warning or an example. You've got to decide what you're gonna be and you have to draw a line in the sand.

Sometimes you get politicians who dig their feet into the sand and aren't willing to listen to another voice.

Time is like a handful of sand - the tighter you grasp it, the faster it runs through your fingers.