“Whisper to the flashing water your real name, write your signature in the sand, and shout your identity to the sky until… — Christopher John Farley Copy Share Image
Many of our attempts to understand Christian faith have only cheapened it. I can no more understand the totality of God than… — Donald Miller Copy Share Image
We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are… — Richard Dawkins Copy Share Image
People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams, because they feel that they don’t deserve them, or that they’ll be unable… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
Writing anything, it sorta starts the way you'd build a castle at the beach. You're just taking your hands and you're mounting… — Aaron Sorkin Copy Share Image
The body is so easily damaged, so easily disposed of, water and chemicals is all it is, hardly more to it than… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
You were right, Hale. It was a bad job. It was a bad call. You were right to leave." "Kat..." Hale tried… — Ally Carter Copy Share Image
Few footprints of the great remain in the sand before the ever-flowing tide. Long ago it washed out Homer's. Curiosity follows him… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
“The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored… — Gina Berriault Copy Share Image
As you wake up to sort of Morocco coming to life, and you drive a two hour journey through the desert as… — Jim Sturgess Copy Share Image
It seemed to me that man himself was like a half-emptied bottle of pale ale, which Time had drunk so far, yet… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
It’s so dangerous to idealize anything, or anyone, or any place, because it gives that thing or person or place a kind… — Lynn Coady Copy Share Image
The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee. — Jethro Tull Copy Share Image
We are, always, reminded of the old saw: What would happen if the Soviet Union took over the Sahara Desert? Answer: Nothing… — William F. Buckley, Jr Copy Share Image
When I write this in bed, I can almost hear the echo of the wind over the sand, or the groans of… — Lucy Christopher Copy Share Image
Life is singing also in the sand crunching under the slow and heavy steps of the guards, when we know how to… — Rosa Luxemburg Copy Share Image
“It is the fire that consumes me; It is an inexplicable love, It is the rain that calms me; It is a… — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share Image
People tend to mix grout too wet, which means there's a high concentration of water in relation to the sand and solids… — Bryan Baeumler Copy Share Image
Skiing sand in midday sun was impossible - the sand becomes hot and abrasive. — Candide Thovex Copy Share Image
And I will look down and see my murmuring bones and the deep water like wind, like a roof of wind, and… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
“Home. When it rains, you can smell the leaves in the forest and the sand. It's all so small and mild, the… — Jenny Erpenbeck Copy Share Image
If this practice [of totalitarianism] is compared with […] [the desert] of tyranny, it seems as if a way had been found… — Hannah Arendt Copy Share Image
I could run nearly naked on a hot, windy beach and plunge without care into a running diamond sea; roll on the… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
Fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image