Stats are important to me, especially the ones related to scoring. You're going to miss fairways and greens out here, so how you play from the sand really matters.
Please don't ask me to do that which I've just said I'm not going to do, because you're burning up time. The meter is running through the sand on you, and I am now filibustering.
Walt Kowalski: I used to stack fucks likes you five feet high in Korea... use ya for sand bags.
Priest: Life must mean nothing to you. Bobby Sands: God's gonna punish me? Priest: Well, if not just for suicide, then he'd have to punish you for stupidity.
Captain Miller: Keep the sand out of your weapons. Keep those actions clear. I'll see you on the beach.
Bare heights of loneliness...a wilderness whose burning winds sweep over glowing sands, what are they to HIM? Even there He can refresh us, even there He can renew us.
Life gets so ridiculous, you just have to brush it off like sand and laugh. I think the laughter is good medicine for crap-itis.
We're all making castles in the sand, wonderful tapestries, an exquisite corpse. But is it meaningful? No. It's dogs barking. It doesn't mean anything beyond our yelping, at the pain of being alive.
To teach a child an instrument without first giving him preparatory training and without developing singing, reading and dictating to the highest level along with the playing is to build upon sand.
And the voice spoke even more deliberately: '...but remember what is under the ocean of clouds: eternity.' And suddenly that tranquil world, the world of such simple harmony that you discover as you rise above the clouds, took on an unfamiliar qualit...
The application of this knife, the division of the world into parts and the building of this structure, is something everybody does. All the time we are aware of millions of things around us - these changing shapes, these burning hills, the sound of ...
[after Lester threatens Massoud with deportation in front of his family] Nadi: Give to me answer, Behrani. What did that man say about deporting? Behrani: He said nothing, Nadi. Nadi: Do not lie to me! I heard him! Tell to me, Behrani. [In Farsi] Nad...
Sweep the broom Over sand and stone. Softly, gently, Brush away the dust. Listen to the leaves As they sing in the tree. Peace fills the soul When living well.
Where is my oasis? Too far from here for me to crawl with these dead legs, refusing to co-operate Hands and fingers clawing uselessly through the grains of sand...
[The sound of the wind] was just more proof that the workings of the world were random, that beauty, like suffering, was meaningless, that human life was as pointless as waves on sand.
Is that the end... of all the races and civilizations, and the dreams of the world, to be able to leave a few stones buried beneath the sands, to tell the Dark that we were here?
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
I want a love as deep as the sea, A love that will forever carry me, Away....Where I can go far away from this land...to forget about the love I lost in the sand.
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.
The Bible talks about building houses on sand and rock, but says nothing about a brick house built on a blanket.
I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skills is their capacity to escalate.
