Poetry Quote by William Stafford

“I daydreamed a lot about the sycamore tree, too, which at first I thought was because I was feeling melancholy. But then I remembered…

— Wendelin Van Draanen

“When the tidal waves wildly behaving My bare feet on the shore busy saving The calm warmth leaking out of the sand To let…

— Munia Khan

“Maybe my limbs are made mostly for decoration, like the way I feel about persimmons.”

— Ada Limon

“He's like the desert itself: it's so beautiful, it's so warm, but there are sharp edges everywhere that you have to watch out for”

— Kathleen Glasgow

“The sight washed over me like a damn wave that you never see coming until it’s too late and you’re face down eating sand.”

— Buffy Andrews

“But they don’t like the sun: it makes their legs wobble and their heads giddy.”

— J.R.R. Tolkien

“The wind was just above them. It seemed to skim the tops of the surrounding dunes, bending the grass. But here the sun on…

— Alice McDermott

“The stark gray sky and bare tree limbs feel more suited to her than the uncomplicated promise of sunny spring days.”

— Christina Baker Kline

“We hit the sunny beaches where we occupy ourselves keeping the sun off our skin, the saltwater off our bodies, and the sand out…

— Erma Bombeck

“You know the problem with drawing lines in the sand? With a breath of fresh air, they disappear.”

— Raymond Reddington

“day had settled into my bones like wet sand.”

— Barbara Nickless

“The sun snagged on his crooked skin.”

— Rupert Thomson