If you read fast and read all, maybe some of the sand will stay in the sieve.
Ray BradburyStichwörter: books read sand sieve
I love like I’m thirsty. Can I offer you a tall glass of Sahara sand?
Dark Jar Tin ZooStichwörter: humor kindness love food funny desert hospitality thirst drink thirsty sand sahara
Individually, every grain of sand brushing against my hands represents a story, an experience, and a block for me to build upon for the next generation.
Raquel CepedaStichwörter: inspiration life-experience journey ancestry ancestors sand build morocco trekking building-blocks sahara spiritual-journey sahara-desert globe-trotting trek
On Jesus' rock, my life abounds; all other floors are slippery grounds. His love for me, is mercy band; any other love is sinking sand.
Israelmore AyivorStichwörter: love true-love god mercy sin forgiveness bible salvation jesus jesus-christ rock christ king jehovah band sand saviour floor ground abound begotten-son king-of-kings lord-of-lord merciful-lord slippery-floor slippery-ground
from RIVER
My body is filled with sand. The heavy grains flow from my eyes and seek somewhere to fall.
Speak to me friends. Tell me I am free to go now, for I need to sit alone in the sun on the river bank, juggling pebbles.
Stichwörter: eyes bank river sand pebbles
It is not only the viability and variety of the seed that makes the harvest look plumpy. Sometimes, the soil must value the value of the seed. When the soil is not supportive, the seed's value becomes a waste!
Israelmore AyivorStichwörter: seeds values value food-for-thought waste support place setting variety position sand manure valuable harvest viability israelmore-ayivor vary bumper bumper-harvest clay-soild fertile good-environment infertile loam loamy-soil sandy-soil seed-of-greatness soils viable
I ignored your aura but it grabbed me by the hand, like the moon pulled the tide, and the tide pulled the sand.
Talib KweliStichwörter: love moon inspirational-love sand
We Built a Castle Near the Rocks,
we built it out of sand.
Our fortress was an ice-cream box
with turret, tall and grand.
Our men were twigs, our gun were straws
from which we'd sipped at lunch.
We had the best of wars...
till someone's foot
went
CRUNCH!
[Joan Walsh Anglund]
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