Grass Quotes

A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . .

No one comes from the earth like grass. We come like trees. We all have roots.

He will hear the rain before he feels it, a clicking on the dry grass, on the olive leaves.

I would not want to be a mobile home repo man. Those would be hard to sneak away - "Knock knock - Hi, would you go cut your grass and look that way for a half an hour?"

Trying to observe the slow shift from self-centeredness to empathy is like trying to watch grass grow.

I always knew that someday I would once again feel the grass under my feet and walk in the sunshine as a free man.

In any grass-roots campaign, building an ongoing base of support is as important as winning the ultimate goal.

If there is to be an ecologically sound society, it will have to come the grass roots up, not from the top down.

A man is educated and turned out to work. But a woman is educated and turned out to grass.

Please keep off the grass.

The heart of silver falls ever into the hands of brass. The sensitive herb is eaten as grass by the swine.

Duty grows everywhere--like children, like grass.

The most valuable lesson man has learned from his dog is to kick a few blades of grass over it and move on.

Every child can remember laying his head in the grass, staring into the infinitesimal forest and seeing it grow populous with fairy armies.

Next time you see an unblemished expanse of grass, think about the chemicals that probably got dumped in your vicinity to create it. Are you grateful for that?

The best thing I ever heard was in the '60s. I heard Jimi Hendrix play 'I Can Hear The Grass Grow' after a rehearsal, and it was brilliant.

His tenderness in the springing grass, His beauty in the flowers, His living love in the sun above- All here, and near, and ours!

But still, the other voice, the intuitive, returns, like grass forcing its way through concrete.

I had been right: freedom smelled like ozone and thunderstorms and gunpowder all at once, like snow and bonfires and cut grass, it tasted like seawater and oranges.

How sociable the garden was. We ate and talked in given light. The children put their toys to grass All the warm wakeful August night.

It is of the nature of idea to be communicated: written, spoken, done. The idea is like grass. It craves light, likes crowds, thrives on crossbreeding, grows better for being stepped on.

We pick up the lost bits and pieces, from the grass where we left them, and bring them with us into a future that will be made up of so much more as well.

Between the wolf in the tall grass and the wolf in the tall story there is a shimmering go-between. That go-between, that prism, is the art of literature.

I wear my hat as I please, indoors or out.

Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost.

The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual.

I know I am deathless…We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, / The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won

I lean and loaf at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass.

The beautiful uncut hair of graves.

Robust grass endures mighty winds; loyal ministers emerge through ordeal.

Horses have hoofs to carry them over frost and snow; hair, to protect them from wind and cold. They eat grass and drink water, and fling up their heels.... Such is the real nature of horses.

The spring has sprung, the grass is rizz. I wonder where them birdies is?

I was typing away while everybody was dropping acid and smoking grass. I was known as my own square.

In the story shoes are just a metaphor for what these girls go through...the grass is always greener and everyone always wants to be in somebody else's shoes; they don't want to be in their own.

Sometimes I daydream about having a farm and a wife and some babies and watching the grass grow, but you have to meet the right person for that.

Not even the Emerald Isle itself was as green as the grass that grew in Ebbets Field.

I am humility, nothing more and nothing less. I am one blade of grass in a sea of grass. I am one wave in an endless ocean of waves. I am one glowing star in a galaxy of stars.

Wait a minute! This is grass! We've been eating grass!

You have to know what's happening in the locker rooms, you have to know what's happening at the grass-roots level. That's the best way to work.

How was life before Pop-Tarts, Prozac and padded playgrounds? They ate strudel, took opium and played on the grass.

Saturday night in Toledo Ohio, Is like being nowhere at all, All through the day how the hours rush by, You sit in the park and you watch the grass die.

I should have known I am the rain. I am the land and I am the rain. The grass will grow out of me in a little while.

One of the most important things, actually, when you're playing on grass, is to move.

Sounds of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain awaken'd flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass

Happy is the man who loves the woods and waters, Brother to the grass and well beloved of Pan; The earth shall be his, and all her laughing daughters. Happy the man.

Spring with its wavin' green grass and heaps of sweet-smellin' flowers on every hill and in every dale.

A blade of grass is always a blade of grass, whether in one country or another.

If we breathe the scent of goodly grass, the fragrance of spices, the aroma of good fruits, we pronounce a blessing over the pleasure.

I saw a vegetarian wearing a furry coat. so I looked closer. it was made of grass.