Sand Quote by Margaret Atwood Download Open image “I was sand, I was snow—written on, rewritten, smoothed over.” — Margaret Atwood ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.2 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Sand Snow
“Know yourself as a snowdrift on the sand Heaped for two days, or three, then thawed and gone. (c.1050-c.1123)” — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
I walked slowly out on the beach. A few yards below high-water mark I stopped and read the words again: WRITE YOUR WORRIES ON THE SAND. I let the paper blow away, reached down and picked up a fragment of shell. Kneeling there under the vault of the sky, I wrote several words, one above the other. Then I walked… — Arthur Gordon Webster Copy Share
“The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a clear… — Gina Berriault Copy Share Image
“The sand was smooth. The damp morning fog had hardened its top layer and the heat of the day had set it so that with every footstep the surface cracked, the crunch almost audible. The heels and balls of their shoes made a path of shallow divots, but it was far easier to walk on than the usual loose and… — Victoria Kahler Copy Share
May your character not be a writing upon the sand, but an inscription upon the rock! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“one day you stepped in snow, the next in mud, water soaked in your boots and froze them at night, it was the next… — E.L. Doctorow Copy Share Image
I struggled to shore and fell upon the sand. It was warm and soft, like pressing my face against the cheek of God. — Ritu Ghatourey Copy Share Image
“But at the end of February, out of a cold black north a dozen meandering snowflakes fell. They drifted about the air like thrums - blown from the raw edges of the coming storm. Next morning, colour had gone from the world. Shapes, sounds, the energies and acuteness of life, were muffled in the dull white that covered both earth… — Nan Shepherd Copy Share
“It was just the lightest dusting, and another person might have mistaken it for something else. But I knew where I came from. No… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“It was the kind of snow that didn't amount to anything on the ground. It would just dust the dead grass. The technical term… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“The cold wind blew unceasingly from the north: a violent wind, a merciless wind, a wind that crept inside your ears and pressed hard against the back of your neck. The desert sands swirled and left a lingering haze in the air. Talis lifted his head and stared. The afternoon sun blurred over the horizon. The day had turned sour… — John Forrester Copy Share
“I'm fine," said Pilar, "for the moment. And the moment is the only time we can be fine in.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
And yet it disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Mary: Some call this "Eve's curse," but I think that is stupid because the real curse of Eve was having to put up with… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“The birds were singing around me, but I reflected that the very birds were strangers to me, for I did not even know their… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Strange how we decorate pain. These ribbons, for instance, and the small hard teardrops of blood. Who are they for? Do we think the… — margaret atwood Copy Share Image
I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me. — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Back at home they drew the curtains and read, with disapproval, with relish, with avidity and glee - even the ones who'd never thought… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
All fiction is about people, unless it's about rabbits pretending to be people. It's all essentially characters in action, which means characters moving through… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Simon walks back to the house alone. The night is clear and warm, with a moon, almost full, enclosed in a nimbus of mist;… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“There is indeed something delightful about being able to combine obedience and disobedience in the same act.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Every time the women appear, Snowman is astonished all over again. They're every known colour from the deepest black to whitest white, they're various… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Even though we may all become extinct, we can still leave our footprint in the sand. — Dr. Seuss Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Listening to 'Raising Sand' was one of those turning points in my life that really made something click in my brain. — Aubrie Sellers Copy Share Image
