Basic SEAL training is six months of long, torturous runs in the soft sand, midnight swims in the cold water off San Diego, obstacles courses, unending calisthenics, days without sleep and always being cold, wet and miserable.
When I was a kid, I played sports a lot. My mom and dad were divorced, but I hung out in the neighborhood a lot, and it was all about sports. I would be out all day on the sand lot or on the hockey rink. My dad would take me to baseball games, but he worked so hard, and he would always fall asleep.
If you put the federal government in charge of the Sahara Desert, in 5 years there’d be a shortage of sand.
My mom drew a line in the sand and said they would not be putting me on Ritalin. My mom liked my competitive nature, and she stood up for me.
Here’s all I know about Dubai: It’s one of those somewhere-over-there places where they make sand.
Muscat itself is a mixture of impersonal modern buildings, shopping malls, mosques, traditional souks, tarmac and sand.
My favorite prayer is Footprints in the Sand. You know that prayer? I know the times that he carried me, you know? I kind of wore him out.
In Uruguay, there is a football pitch every hundred metres, whether it is made by grass, small stones, or sand. This has been my football education.
You can do one of two things. You can bury you head in the sand and believe what everyone tells you – that you will always be that young, that thin and that fabulous. Or you can use all the things you have – talent, contacts, knowledge – and do something different.
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.
Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.
Technically speaking, you can build anything out of sand; it doesn’t mean you do it.
On sand, you can never be sure of anything. An ordinary shot can take a wicked deflection at the last moment.
And when we draw lines in the sand with regard to certain basic things that are vital to our interest and to the interest of democracy and our friends around the world, we have to be willing to back that up.
As a depressive, routine is sand slipping through my fingers. Being self-employed doesn’t help.
It sometimes takes me a fortnight to unpack. I find it so depressing. A bit of sand will come out of a shoe and it’ll just take me back to where we were: lovely and relaxed on holiday.
The more sand has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.
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.
The part I like best was my role in ‘Blood and Sand.’ If I had died, I would have liked to be remembered as an actor by that role – I think it my greatest.
Fundamentalists have their heads in the sand.
I typically enjoy a beautiful beach destination, as I find the water and sand to be the most replenishing.
There can be no more burying our heads in the sand by being afraid to even mention the words ‘climate change’ aloud.
I went to a wedding in St. Maarten, and we took a boat ride over to Anguilla for a day. We went to a beach that had the whitest sand I had ever seen before in my life. I was in the water up to the middle of my chest and could still see my feet. It was the clearest water.
The dream home would be stepping out of the house and feeling sand on my bare feet.
In writing a novel about George Sand, I hoped to present her as the talented, beguiling, complicated and occasionally infuriating woman I think she was, but I hope, too, that readers will enjoy the people she surrounded herself with.
Have you ever walked along a shoreline, only to have your footprints washed away? That’s what Alzheimer’s is like. The waves erase the marks we leave behind, all the sand castles. Some days are better than others.
My father had owned a ranch when he was younger, in Montana, and he remembered riding his horse across the prairie and seeing some large bones sticking out of the ground. He was enough of a geologist, being a sand and gravel man, to have a pretty good notion that they were dinosaur bones.
We love to race in the sand dunes in Glamis.
If you’re a beach person or a golfer, Key West is not for you. Most of the sand has been imported, and the water is shallow until you’ve waded far out, and all the way the sea floor is covered with yucky algae and sea grass.
They defended the grains of sand in the desert to the last drop of their blood.
Some people are averse to change, but the advertising model is going to change with or without the Hopper. What we’re saying to the broadcasters is, ‘There’s a way for you not to put your head in the sand.’
Listening to ‘Raising Sand’ was one of those turning points in my life that really made something click in my brain.
I love being outdoors, playing beach tennis, going for runs in the sand, or doing a three-hour hike with my best girlfriend, Mieko.
I loved every minute of my childhood – sunbathing on the fire escape, digging for buried treasure in the back yard, pulling alewives out of the sand… Then it was all taken away from me. I came back every summer to visit my father until I was 18, but I was always the outsider.
If all the circumstances of acting are made to easy, then there’s no grain of sand to make the pearl.
Chew on this: Human teeth can detect a grain of sand or grit 10 microns in diameter. A micron is 1/25,000 of an inch. If you shrank a Coke can until it was the diameter of a human hair, the letter O in the product name would be about 10 microns across.
Sand dunes are almost like ready-made buildings in a way. 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. We can either excavate it by hand, or we can have the wind excavate it for us.
I have a very ostrich mentality. I feel like I have my head in the sand so no one can see me.
What’s special about Miami is the collision of cultures. And the white sand beaches and fantastic restaurants.
There’s something incredibly sexy about sand and sweat and dunes photographed like women’s backs.
I’ve had some real hard setbacks in this sport and I learned to realize that you can’t really build who you are on what people say. That’s ultimately building your foundation in sand.
The threat is desertification. My response is a sandstone wall made from solidified sand.
I like to run on the beach. It’s a different exercise as well when you’re in sand, a different kind of training.
I don’t think that anybody in any war thinks of themselves as a hero. The minute anybody presumes that they are heroes, they get their boots taken away from them and buried in the sand.
There was a summer in college where I worked for a stretch picking up garbage at the beach. On the early shift, it was very meditative walking the shoreline and crisscrossing the sand, picking up the junk people had dropped or tossed or that the ocean had returned. And there was this strange fantasy element to it.
I grew up with a big backyard that led to the sand dunes of Lake Michigan.
Stats are important to me, especially the ones related to scoring. You’re going to miss fairways and greens out here, so how you play from the sand really matters.
We all have hourglass figures; your sand just settles in different places.
I’m still a Chicagoan in the fact that I can’t do Christmas with sand and palm trees. It just doesn’t compute – it’s not Christmas unless your face hurts when you step outside.
All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon the sand.
The moon is essentially gray, no color; looks like plaster of Paris or sort of a grayish beach sand.
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.
Fractal geometry is everywhere, even in lines drawn in the sand. It’s the cycle of life… You see fractals in plants, in flowers. Within the human lung are branches within branches.
Even these stars, which seem so numerous, are as sand, as dust – or less than dust – in the enormity of the space in which there is nothing.
Until they put that sand and dirt in my face I will not sit in church all day.
Put three grains of sand inside a vast cathedral, and the cathedral will be more closely packed with sand than space is with stars.
Ive always loved Jamaica as its weather is so different from that in England. Theres something lovely, too, about walking along the beach in the evening, with sand between your toes, the sound of waves lapping and the breeze rustling the leaves.
Until they put that sand and dirt in my face I will not sit in church all day.
Like so many other kids with special needs, I have been bullied. Kids in elementary school made me eat sand, and those same boys would walk behind me, teasing me. Finally I had enough, and I told them to grow up.
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.
