Top 1200 Lines In The Sand Quotes & Sayings - Page 20

What is time? The shadow on the dial, the striking of the clock, the running of the sand, day and night, summer and winter, months, years, centuries-these are but arbitrary and outward signs, the measure of Time, not Time itself. Time is the Life of the Soul.

Devon holds a special place in my heart. As a child, I normally went on holiday to Bantham and have lots of happy memories from my time there. I used to catch sand eels in the early morning and go fishing for bass throughout the day. I remember a gull taking my bait.

At one time, I would actually ride around to movie theaters to check the lines.

I saw the sky and sea and sand and the flickering flames of the bonfire through my tears. All at once, it rushed into my head with tremendous speed, and made me feel dizzy. It was beautiful. Everything that happened was shockingly beautiful, enough to make you crazy.

School work and intellectual interests such as music and the arts were not especially important to me while I was growing up, although mathematics, my favorite subject, was fun. Baseball was my first passion: I played sand lot and Little League and rooted for the Brooklyn Dodgers.

I love hard punch lines, and I like anything that has a strong point of view.

Tel Aviv is new, built on the sand dunes north of Jaffa in the 1890s, about the same time Miami was founded. The cities bear a resemblance in size, site, climate, and architecture, which ranges from the bland to the fancifully bland.

The road ahead may be difficult for all Australians, but we need not be divided on partisan lines.

Women are not forgiven for aging. Robert Redford's lines of distinction are my old-age wrinkles.

In short, the animal and vegetable lines, diverging widely above, join below in a loop.

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.

I like writing better. Because I don't have to wear makeup, I don't have to be thin, and I don't have to remember lines.

In this single galaxy of ours there are eighty-seven thousand million suns. [...] In challenging it, you would be like ants attempting to label and classify all the grains of sand in all the deserts of the world. [...] It is a bitter thought, but you must face it. The planets you may one day possess. But the stars are not for man.

The women working at abortion clinics are really on the front lines and the true heroes of feminism.

You can say a lot of things to someone while being pretty clear between the lines.

Hate is of all things the mightiest divider, nay, is division itself. To couple hatred, therefore, though wedlock try all her golden links, and borrow to tier aid all the iron manacles and fetters of law, it does but seek to twist a rope of sand.

Let us look for secret things somewhere in the world on the blue shore of silence or where the storm has passed rampaging like a train. There the faint signs are left, coins of time and water, debris ,celestial ash and the irreplaceable rapture of sharing in the labour of soitude in the sand.

Gentlemen, as sure as I'm sitting here now, the result of continuation of a non-system, the ostrich-like head-in-the-sand attitude, the constant rejection of any efforts to solve this problem, will produce an Armageddon in the American population in those states where there is a big problem.

Singing is also like acting, since I memorize my lines, and I sing with emotions, too.

Talking is always a good idea. There's no harm in keeping lines of communication open.

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.

I think morality is so individual and personal, and people draw their own lines of what that means for them.

The number of lines in your forehead tells how many lives you've lived.

Add love, and all the lines between right and wrong were bound to disappear.

When over the enemy's lines never forget your own line of retreat.

There's no mystery to it. Nothing more complicated than learning lines and putting on a costume.

Gratitude and Contentment is the greatest worker of miracles. It transforms water into wine, grains of sand into pearls, raindrops into balsam, poverty into wealth, the smallest into the greatest, the most common to the most noble, earth into paradise.

A lot of the things I've talked about are being a human being, being respectful, and really just caring about others, and trying to draw the line in the sand when it comes to hate and divisiveness.

You can't just replace someone with a regular-looking guy who didn't say any of the lines.

The study of history, while it does not endow with prophecy, may indicate lines of probability.

Extreme torture is mute, and so we sat silent, petrified, like columns of marble buried under the sand of an earthquake. Neither wished to listen to the other because our heart-threads had become weak and even breathing would have broken them.

To the Taoist mentality, the aimless, empty life does not suggest anything depressing. On the contrary, it suggests the freedom of clouds and mountain streams, wandering nowhere, of flowers in impenetrable canyons, beautiful for no one to see, and of the ocean surf forever washing the sand, to no end.

Spatial intelligence is virtually left out of formal education. In kindergarten we give children blocks and sand with which to build. Then we take those things away for the next twelve years of their education and expect kids to be architects and engineers.

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.

I had removed my patent leather shoes after a while, for they foundered badly in the sand. It pleased me to think they would be perched there on the silver log, pointing out to sea, like a sort of soul-compass, after I was dead.

I spend hours mowing the lawn in absolutely straight lines on my tractor. If it's not right, I do it again.

Julia looked back at Hadassah on the bloodstained sand. A great emptiness opened within her as she looked at the still form. Gone, too, was the salt that had kept her from completely corruption.

He who, having lost one ideal, refuses to give his heart and soul to another and nobler, is like a man who declines to build a house on the rock because the wind and rain have ruined his house on the sand.

You have to color outside the lines once in a while if you want to make your life a masterpiece.

I don't think too much about the future. Not because I'm hiding my head in the sand but because I figured out that whatever the future was going to be, the thing I had to do was to quiet my mind and open my heart and do what I could to end suffering.

Most of my acting in general is about what's going on in the head, and the lines are just something that comes out.

Shakespeare's work is like a good song: you never really forget the main lines.

Never in the annals of software engineering was so much owed by so many to so few lines of code

I have a hard time retaining the lines. Even on set I make mistakes but I'm okay with that.

The frightening thought that what you draw may become a building makes for reasoned lines.

In the theater, I could envision myself as wonderful because of the audience response to my lines.

My greatest peace is at the ocean, which was part of my decision to move out of Manhattan. A real treat is a trip to the beach. One of my favorites is Capri, and I love Mexico, but no matter where it is, it's really difficult to be in a bad mood when you're sitting on the sand, listening to the ocean.

Wen you're a married man, Samivel, you'll understand a good many things as you don't understand now; but vether it's worth while goin' through so much to learn so little, as the charity-boy sand ven he go to the end of the alphabet, it's a matter of taste.

Gentlemen, I would rather have written those lines than take Quebec tomorrow.

I do not use any set methods, not even The Method. The character after all is in the lines.

As a member of Westboro Baptist Church, I became a fixture on picket lines across the country.

There's always a place for the angry young man with his fist in the air and his head in the sand. He's never been able to learn from mistakes, he can't understand why his heart always breaks.

I'll tell you truly: I value my thought and work terribly, but in essence - think about it - this whole world of ours is just a bit of mildew that grew over a tiny planet. And we think we can have something great - thoughts, deeds! They're all grains of sand

There's a drive in us to express ourselves in some way or form. We pick up whatever material is available. It's primitive. Kids see sand on the beach, build something and show their parents: "Look what I did, Mama." It's necessary to us.

That's the beauty of starting lines: Until you begin a new venture, you never know what awaits you.

Sometimes coloring outside the lines can cost you. Only you can figure out if it’s worth it.

Because I was newly pregnant, I was sick as a dog, yet I knew all my lines from a year before.

Yet the deepest truths are best read between the lines, and, for the most part, refuse to be written.

I was also surprised by the alacrity and dedication we devote to the damaging exercise of remembering, which after all brings nothing good and serves only to hinder our normal functioning, like those bags of sand athletes tie around their calves for training.

I had this knack of writing opening lines to my tunes. This helped in making an instant impression.