The sand here, at their feet as they looked down from the…

“He tottered to his feet and looked up and down the deserted strand. It was the color of an undergarment which has gone a…

— Stephen King

“There, on the soft sand, a few feet away from our elders, we would sprawl all morning, in a petrified paroxysm of desire, and…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“He looked at his dry old hand and it seemed to him that in this atmosphere, he had himself become more reptilian than human.…

— Cordwainer Smith

Listening to 'Raising Sand' was one of those turning points in my life that really made something click in my brain.

— Aubrie Sellers

You may boldly say, you did not plough Or trust the barren and ungrateful sands With the fruitful grain of your religious counsels.

— Philip Massinger

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

— Dr. Seuss

I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself fo the next hit, and fel something. Something grainy and samll, sticking to the…

— Sarah Dessen

Tell me what it's like. The race." "What it's like is a battle. A mess of horses and men and blood. The fastest and…

— Maggie Stiefvater

In our time, we have sifted the sands of Mars, we have established a presence there, we have fulfilled a century of dreams!

— Carl Sagan

Where is the subject that does not branch out into infinity? For every grain of sand is a mystery; so is every daisy in…

— William Mountford

It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves remote in pale blue starlight Crash on a white…

— Conrad Aiken

I remembered reading about a disease called Leishmaniasis, which matched my symptoms. I'd always thought it was an old wives' tale - a sand…

— Ben Fogle

Everything comes home, my mother used to say; every word spoken, every shadow cast, every footprint in the sand. It can't be helped; it's…

— Joanne Harris

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…

— Jackie Evancho

These joys were so trifling as to be as imperceptible as grains of gold among the sand, and in moments of depression she saw…

— Leo Tolstoy