Green Grass Blue Sky Quotes

#1. He says the earth is an oval marble that nobody can win. He says the sky is not blue and the grass is not green.
He says everything is a matter of perception.

Sherman Alexie

#2. Always dream big dreams. Big dreams attract big people.

Dave Liniger

#3. However this miraculous place worked, it seemed real enough. The sun was hot, the soda was cold, the sky was blue, the grass was green. What more did he need to know?

Clive Barker

#4. I tried to list the things I find pleasant. It's a short list, really, only two things so far, and oddly enough, it begins and ends with you.

Brittainy C. Cherry

#5. When I paint green, it doesn't mean grass; when I paint blue, it doesn't mean sky.

Henri Matisse

#6. In my head, the sky is blue, the grass is green and cats are orange.

Jim Davis

#7. A wall is a defense of a country that values inaction. But a wall imprisons the people of a country as much as it protects them. That's why Balthasar had us go this way. He wanted me to see the error in the Tao. One can't be free without action.

Christopher Moore

#8. And joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass; in the blue serenity of the sky.

Rabindranath Tagore

#9. The sky is blue, the grass is green, and people are stupid."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning that you can't change any of them.

Rachael F. Heller

#10. If I have to travel, I'm going to travel my way and travel in the real world. And I'm going to have conversations every day with people in rest stops and people in gas stations and people in hotels and diners. That nourishes me.

Neil Peart

#11. The walls are white, the track is grey, the grass is green, and the sky is blue ... your job is to keep them all where they belong.

Johnny Rutherford

#12. We don't have the plumbing to take care of what needs to be taken care of.

Boomer Esiason

#13. At the beginning of this War megalomania was the only form of sanity.

Winston Churchill

#14. I do not want players who do not have a keen desire to win and do not play hard and aggressively to accomplish that objective.

John Wooden

#15. In appreciating our neighbor, we're participating in something truly sacred.

Fred Rogers

#16. Happiness is love, nothing else.

Hermann Hesse

#17. They stood high on top of the hill overlooking the glen, the water rushing by, the sheep grazing on the green grass across the burn, and white clouds passing overhead against the blue sky.
He still had hold of her arm, but then he released her, cupped her face with both hands, and kissed her.

Terry Spear

#18. When I put a green, it is not grass. When I put a blue, it is not the sky.

Henri Matisse

#19. Tis easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue
'Tis the natural way of living.

James Russell Lowell

#20. I like to think of my style as pretty versatile. And I'd like whatever I record to reflect that to be mostly genre - to be just something that people want to listen on to see what I'm going to come up with next. That's the kind of music I'm into.

Josh Logan

#21. He looked at the blue sky above and the green grass below and he knew he would always love this world!

Avijeet Das

#22. Can you get a summer snow-globe instead of a winter one with green grass and flowering azalea bushes and blue sky? Because I'm here, inside it. If you shake it, perhaps it fills with black smoke, not swirling snowflakes.

Rosamund Lupton

#23. Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go ...

Richelle Mead

#24. Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops? If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?

Jeff Melvoin

#25. The power within you which enables you to form a thought-picture is the starting point of all there is.

Genevieve Behrend

#26. Love, from its awful throne of patient power
In the wise heart, from the last giddy hour
Of dread endurance, from the slippery, steep,
And narrow verge of crag-like agony, springs
And folds over the world its healing wings.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

#27. So exquisitely perfect was the darkness of the heavens above that one would have difficulty believing it was a prison to the passengers and crew of The Black Witch.

Micheal Rivers