Quotes About Hay

So along with the whiskey and perfume and smoke, she often exuded faint undertones of hay, dust, and the fragrance of horse, which once you smell it you always miss it. Humans were meant to live with the horse.

One little second of pleasure, a whole life of pain...my mother knew nothing of the pleasures of a good roll in the hay...she missed out on all that...like me, her son...a lifetime of sacrifice!...the woman who can grunt and rave in the throes of a deep fuck can die happy...

Ireland, in breadth, and for wholesomeness and serenity of climate, far surpasses Britain; for the snow scarcely ever lies there above three days: no man makes hay in the summer for winter's provision, or builds stables for his beasts of burden... the island abounds in milk and honey.

When the sun shineth, make hay.

He's lying against a bale of hay and talking to his reindeer. That's odd. No, wait—he is singing to his reindeer. That's even odder.

A lot of people make hay about 'American Idol's ratings and 'Empire.'

I've always considered myself a physical person. I don't call myself a farm girl, but I did spend a lot of years shoveling manure and throwing hay, because I worked to pay most of my riding expenses.

It's a game we used to play, after we got rid of all our livestock and didn't need our hay no more. You throw a match into the haystack, give the fire a three-second head start, and begin looking. You can find the needle every time if you work quick.

In this slipshod age, we need object lessons in language and thought. – Edith Wharton on an address by John Hay

My husband says he wants to have the best hay field in Britain. I can't wait.

Building the church with human wisdom or eloquent speech that circumvents the Cross is building with wood, hay, and stubble.

When one loads hay onto a wagon, it can be any amount, even a couple of pitchforkfuls. But when one loads the wagon with hay, the implication is that the wagon is full.36 This subtle difference, which linguists call the holism effect, can be seen with the other locative verbs:

It was ugly, but then ugly objects as a general rule are the bravest.

Any doubt of the Father's love disappeared the night God was wrapped in barnyard towels so the hay wouldn't scratch his back.

By mid-November, his protests notwithstanding, whiskers began sprouting from his face. A few weeks later, his assistant private secretary, John Hay, approvingly punned: Election news Abe's hirsute fancy warrant— Apparent hair becomes heir apparent.44

Look!" she cried. "Up in the hayloft!" Three glowing faces had appeared side by side. They seemed to float in the air, just above the bales of hay. "Burglars!" said Barry. " Hay burglars?" Queenie wondered.

There's a heat-wave in swallows — Dry static of the baked air crackling Off their wing-tips, and no let-up, round and Round and round the sun-struck dizzy buildings. There's thunder too in swallows. Glitter-dark, flickering over the white hay Where the flies hide from the lightning When the air tightens, and the whole sky sags low like a big, warm drop. What is loveliest about swallows Is the moment they come, The moment they dip in, and are suddenly there.

You know, Lincoln told Hay, that any other general but Grant would have fallen back across the Rapidan by now. "It is the dogged pertinacity of Grant that wins," Lincoln said.

Work and pray, live on hay, you'll get pie in the sky when you die.

I really do love being outdoors - I mean, you'd never think it in my high heels and pencil skirt! But I really do miss the smell of hay and farms, and I like milking a cow.

But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the airs smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the new-mown hay. Sleeping?

Summer in England   THOSE WORDS ARE SUPPOSED TO CONJURE UP HALCYON SUNNY afternoons; the smell of new-mown hay, little old ladies on bicycles pedaling past the village green on their way to the church jumble sale, the vicar's tea party, the crunching sound of a fast-bowled cricket ball fracturing the batsman's skull, and so on.

I don't do farm animals. Can't stand hay in your leathers? Or wool in my teeth.

A.J. nodded, covering her smile with a hand as Devlin emerged with his hair messed up and hay hanging off his sweater. He looked like he'd been through a war. "You okay there, champ?" Chester asked. "Those there grain bags can be tough when they come atcha in a pack like that.