Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.
The Sand Pebbles has always been one of my favorite films, I suppose because its the most difficult film – from a physical and logistical standpoint – that I’ve ever made.
When I was 7, I started playing with a club. The only grass on the field was in the corner. There was no grass in the middle! It was just sand.
The moon is essentially gray, no color; looks like plaster of Paris or sort of a grayish beach sand.
When I was 7, I started playing with a club. The only grass on the field was in the corner. There was no grass in the middle! It was just sand.
I try to balance out my private life with my public job – I have learned to draw a very clear line in the sand and save up hugs and kisses and special moments with friends and family when I can because the job involves a lot of travel away from the people you love.
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.
I’ll paddle board, swim in the ocean, roll in the sand, soak up the sun, eat good food, be with friends and family and go fishing with my dad.
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.
He behaved like an ostrich and put his head in the sand, thereby exposing his thinking parts.
Digging sand is a bit like digging water. You take your trowel out and it all fills back up again, so there are a whole lot of different techniques that are required.
Dylan, myself and my father were in a two hour movie called The Sand Kings, which started off the Outer Limits series. It was sort of the two hour pilot movie.
Americans know our only response in the face of mounting risks from climate change must be the swift transition to a clean energy economy. We do not have the luxury of burying our heads in the sand.
I was always looking at footage of dancers from Nicholas Brothers to Ralph Brown to Sand Man to Miller Brothers and Lois, and I grew up looking at old footage.
Movies are written in sand: applauded today, forgotten tomorrow.
Many words will be written on the wind and the sand, or end up in some obscure digital vault. But the storytelling will go on until the last human being stops listening. Then we can send the great chronicle of humanity out into the endless universe.
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.
If Dubai could be built over mere sand and is one of the richest countries in the world today – why not make the most of the country we’ve been blessed with?
Dropping the exclamation point was our way of drawing a line in the sand. We have a new record and we feel like a new band. We were all tired of it, and we went ahead and got rid of it.
The sand is so bright in Clearwater, you can go snow-blind. In fact, Clearwater and Brazil are the only places where I felt like passing out from heat stroke.
It ends all things: birds, trees, flowers, mountain tops, and business; it grinds stones to sand, and as terrible as it is, and it’s the most beautiful thing we have in our lives – time.
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.
El Capitan is the most chapping environment in the world: windy, cold, super dry. I wake up twice a night and reapply lotion to my hands. We sand our fingertips to keep them smooth.
I live with one foot in the sand and one in the snow. There’s European egocentricity, and the African opposite. I normally say that my African experience has made me a better European.
I am not a great French woman. George Sand, Marguerite Duras and Simone de Beauvoir are great French women.
My Aunt Sheila was terrifying! She would put a napkin in her mouth and say, ‘You’ve got something on your face, dear. Let me just scratch that off your face. Let me sand your cheek.’
A Mudboy is just somebody who came from nothing: you know, who turned nothing into something. You know, when I was in Africa, in the rain, I walk around in, like, mud, you know, the sand would turn to mud, and you are not getting out of that.
Riding is my passion, but a very close second is sun, sand, and surf.
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.
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.
In politics, sometimes, you dig your heels in and draw a line in the sand and refuse to compromise.
My ideal beach house has bookshelves full of paperbacks that can tolerate a little sand, a DVD library that includes some Disney classics for the little ones, board games, and jigsaw puzzles. At least one big flatscreen television is a must.
If you must speak ill of another, do not speak it, write it in the sand near the water’s edge.
All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon the sand.
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.
It is our art that has an opportunity to leave a footprint in the sand. They don’t wrap fish in our work.
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.
Are you tired of sand being kicked in your face? I promise you new muscles in days!
The key is to hit the ball first, then the sand. Even if you catch it a bit thin, you’ll still get plenty of run. Hitting it fat is what you want to avoid.
I like a real beach. A crowded one, you know? People, towels, umbrellas. I hate those little private strips of sand you see up in Malibu.
I developed my training routine going into my senior year at Jackson State. I found this sandbank by the Pearl River near my hometown, Columbia, Miss. I laid out a course of 65 yards or so. Sixty-five yards on sand is like 120 on turf, but running on sand helps you make your cuts at full speed.
It’s harder and harder to find a spot within a day’s drive of Los Angeles with enough vacant grass or even sand or dirt to stake a tent on.
I’ve always been an incredibly physically capable human being. I’ve always had good control of my body, walk a hundred feet on my hands, jump off rock wall and do a back flip into the sand. That’s always been who I am.
There are those who say that we can happily ignore the lies and menaces spread on social media, that what appears on screen really doesn’t matter, that anything goes on the web, and so on. But such people have their heads in the sand.
The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
Nothing is built on stone; all is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.
Life keeps moving, and to try to stay still is like trying to hold grains of sand in your hand.
All I know is Coach Cook said I’d be a pretty good sand player because I have all the shots.
I love being in Malibu. It’s so cool there, and the water is just, it’s nice and, and I love the beach. And I found a sand dollar there.
To teach a child an instrument without first giving him preparatory training and without developing singing, reading and dictating to the highest level along with the playing is to build upon sand.
Pier Angeli was in the movie called Sea of Sand that Guy Green directed where this idea came up.
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.
I don’t think ‘my way or the highway’ works, that mentality. And that’s what the Tea Party has done: drawn a line in the sand. I’m sorry – that doesn’t work in business, that doesn’t work in your family, it certainly doesn’t work in government and our Congress.
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.
Officials in the George W. Bush administration later criticized the cruise missile strikes that were ordered by President Bill Clinton in Afghanistan in 1998 as only ‘pounding sand.’
I always say, if you keep your head in the sand, you don’t know where the kick’s coming from.
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.
It isn’t the mountain ahead that wears you out; it’s the grain of sand in your shoe.
In golf, a wedge issue means just that: You can’t hit your sand wedge, or your lob wedge needs to be regrooved. In politics, a wedge issue is more serious still: It’s one that splits the electorate, dividing voters along ideological fault lines.
