To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower.
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out; it's the grain of sand in your shoe.
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand.
Be master of your petty annoyances and conserve your energies for the big, worthwhile things. It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out - it's the grain of sand in your shoe.
Put three grains of sand inside a vast cathedral, and the cathedral will be more closely packed with sand than space is with stars.
They defended the grains of sand in the desert to the last drop of their blood.
I am here for a purpose and that purpose is to grow into a mountain, not to shrink to a grain of sand. Henceforth will I apply ALL my efforts to become the highest mountain of all and I will strain my potential until it cries for mercy.
I am here for a purpose and that purpose is to grow into a mountain, not to shrink to a grain of sand.
I think a responsibility comes with notoriety, but I never think of it as power. It's more like something you hold, like grains of sand. If you keep your hand closed, you can have it and possess it, but if you open your fingers in any way, you can lose it just as quickly.
Actually I think Art lies in both directions - the broad strokes, big picture but on the other hand the minute examination of the apparently mundane. Seeing the whole world in a grain of sand, that kind of thing.
I will strain my potential until it cries for mercy.
I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore.
The total number of stars in the Universe is larger than all the grains of sand on all the beaches of the planet Earth.
The more sand has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.
In the fury of the moment/ I can see the Master's hand In every leaf that trembles, in/ every grain of sand.
If all the circumstances of acting are made to easy, then there's no grain of sand to make the pearl.
Little drops of water, little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean, and the pleasant land.
So the little minutes, humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages of eternity.
I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan, like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.