Grey Grass Quotes

#1. The whole journey was odd and dream-like
the roaring stream, the wet grey grass, the glimmering cliffs which they were approaching, and always the glorious, silently pacing beast ahead.

C.S. Lewis

#2. Ojiisan says if you want to understand a people, look at their language. The words write the history, not the other way around.

Leza Lowitz

#3. It was a grey September day, with the blue and copper butterflies flitting in the after-grass, the partridges calling like crickets, the blackberries colouring, and the hazel nuts still nursing their tasteless little kernels in the cradles of cotton wool.

T.H. White

#4. Liberals often don't see the problems, and conservatives don't see the promise, of government.

William Weld

#5. There is no perfection but in chance

Michael Cisco

#6. Love someone and they're yours forever, no matter how much time intervenes, that's what Margaret Grey knew. The sky will always be blue; the wind will always rise up across the meadow and thread its way through the grass.

Alice Hoffman

#7. So rode the squadrons out against the grey steel foe, adding another dash of red to the sunset glow.

Gunter Grass

#8. 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

#9. I am a stranger, even to myself.

Cameron Jace

#10. Besides the money aspect, I guess I was curious about sex work. In the way that most people are, but also because ever since I was a teen I had read feminist writers like Dworkin and Mackinnon and the way they wrote about sex work had an enormous impact on me. Was it really as horrible as they said?

Marie Calloway

#11. Social media puts the "public" into PR and the "market" into marketing.

Chris Brogan

#12. He had had a severe shock some weeks earlier, when, having narrowly failed to capture a large grey-brown hare for his dinner, it had stopped at the edge of the forest, looked at him with disdain, and said, 'Well, I hope you're proud of yourself, that's all,' and had scampered off into the long grass

Neil Gaiman

#13. A large grey stone lay in the centre of the grass and he stared moodily at it or watched the great snails. They seemed to love the little shut-in bay with its walls of cool rock, and there were many of them of huge size crawling slowly and stickily along its sides.

J.R.R. Tolkien