Quotes About Grass

Soon there were grown-ups scattered all across the grass. In the dark, they looked like laundry. "Now," said Bean in a loud voice. "Look up into the sky. Smell how nice the grass is. Listen to the trees. And just rest. Don't talk. Don't do anything. And don't worry. You're totally safe.

I have found that words that are loaded with pathos and create a seductive euphoria are apt to promote nonsense.

The sun had gone down behind the tall apartments of the movie stars in the West Fifties, and the unclear voices of children, already gathered like crikets on the grass, rose through the hot twilight.

Debio contemplar un cielo desconocido entre amedrentadoras horas, y debio estremecerse al darse cuenta de lo grotesca que es un rosa,Y de cuan cruda era la luz del sol sobre la hierba recien nacida

to mow the lawn.

The houses were squat and almost identical and each one had a square of grass in front of it like a dog gripping a stolen steak.

I was born in an Ilokano village called Cabugawan. Most of the houses in it were roofed with thatch, pan-aw, a species of wild grass.

That first match on grass is never easy. The courts tend to be very green and quick, and it's quite difficult to move on.

I'm a good tennis player, and I've never done so good on grass.

O for a summer noon, when light and breeze Sport on the grass, like ripples o'er a lake Alive with freshness! when the full round Sun, With the Creator's smile upon his face, Walks like a prince of glory through the path Of Heaven!—Thou vast, and ever-glorious sky, Mantling the earth with thy majestic robe...

Literature is a vast forest and the masterpieces are the lakes, the towering trees or strange trees, the lovely, eloquent flowers, the hidden caves, but a forest is also made up of ordinary trees, patches of grass, puddles, clinging vines, mushrooms, and little wildflowers.

Il prato sente una stanchezza felice, – disse il bambino, con il tono di chi rivela un segreto, – come quando si corre molto nel gioco.

Hierochloe odorata, meaning the fragrant, holy grass. In our language it is called wiingaashk, the sweet-smelling hair of Mother Earth. Breathe it in and you start to remember things you didn't know you'd forgotten.

People loved the salmon the way fire loves grass and the blaze loves the darkness of the sea.

Its a damned good thing that Eleanor Cavalier is a personal friend of mine or your ass, as they say would damned well be grass!

Warm rains had melted the last trace of snow, and every bank was full of prickling grass blades, brave little pioneers and heralds of the Spring.

Nector [speaking to Bernadette] could have told her, having drunk down the words of Nanapush, that comfort is not security and money in the hand disappears. He could have told her that only the land matters and never to let go of the papers, the titles, the tracks of the words, all those things that his ancestors never understood how the vital relationship to the dirt and grass under their feet.

Move with a spring & vegetable swiftness, Seed-case & burr & tremulous grasses, a grove—vocal in the wind—

His mother did not call him Lungri [the Lame One] for nothing, said Mother Wolf quietly. He has been lame in one foot from his birth. That is why he has only killed cattle. Now the villagers of the Waingunga are angry with him, and he has come here to make our villagers angry. They will scour the jungle for him when he is far away, and we and our children must run when the grass is set alight. Indeed, we are very grateful to Shere Khan!

mother, and carried him, kicking and clucking, down a roadside ditch. He found a little wisp of grass floating there, and clung to it till he lost his senses. When he revived, he was lying in the hot sun on the middle of a garden path, very draggled indeed, and a small boy was saying, Here's a dead mongoose.

She had a solemn expression as she asked if, in his opinion as a doctor, he had come to the conclusion that all living things had souls. ...... If a soul was formed by meaning and purpose, did not every blade of grass have a soul, for each had a purpose.

The wind was just above them. It seemed to skim the tops of the surrounding dunes, bending the grass. But here the sun on his knees and on his forearm felt warm.

Green is my favorite. And it's my favorite because it's the color of my wife's eyes, grass, trees, life, and money, and mother earth!

honey." Anne sighed, leaned back against his shoulder. Well out on the mesa, Grimes pulled up at a tinaja whose slow ooze of water filled a small rocky basin just enough for the grass that covered the thin soil for a few yards about the basin. He spread out the Navajo rug, and Anne snuggled beside him, in the lee of the boulder that sheltered them from the cool wind.