Quotes About Mowed

We've been slogging through the forest for two days. What do you want? A six-lane highway?" "That'd be nice." "Yeah, until you raced out, screaming for help, and got mowed down by a logging truck.

You'll never see the moments coming that will forever mutilate your life—at least not until after they've mowed you down. —SAVITAR Acheron

Ruminants are a perfectly normal thing to possess when you live in upstate New York. It's just moving scenery. It's kind of like the equivalent of Great Danes. It's the way you keep your grass mowed. It's the way you keep your weed-whacking to a minimum.

I began to wonder, what accounts for our collective affinity for the apocalypse? What is it about "the end" that makes it always seem just around the corner? And why do lawns in post-apocalyptic always appear freshly mowed if there's no one around to do it but the zombies?

When we walked the mowed margins of the field in the evenings, a school of black crickets sprang ahead of us like dolphins in front of a ship.

Monsters didn't live in your bedroom. They lived in your town or one just like it. They probably had jobs and neighbors and maybe waved to people passing by as they mowed their lawns.

Is there any place on earth that smells better than a Laundromat? It's like a rainy Sunday when you don't have to get out from under your covers, or like lying back on the grass your father's just mowed--comfort food for your nose.