Top 100 Quotes About Clover
#1. Mama said it's probably because of Suzanne, and that you are never the same after a child dies. That made me wonder what she was like before Clover died, because I don't think I really knew my own mother until I had children, and if she was different before, I don't remember.
Nancy E. Turner
#2. So, gently, and using the greatest of care, the elephant stretched his great trunk through the
air, and he lifted the dust speck and carried it over and placed it down, safe, on a very soft
clover
Dr. Seuss
#3. Clover City is the type of place you leave. It's love that either sucks you in or pushes you away. There are only a few who really make it out and stay out, while the rest of us drink, procreate, and go to church, and that seems to be enough to keep us afloat.
Julie Murphy
#4. Clover was a stout motherly mare approaching middle life, who had never quite got her figure back after her fourth foal.
George Orwell
#5. To a lesser extent (they like) the whites and reds, but blues, yellows and oranges are the main bee flowers. Although there are very good white bee flowers - white sweet clover is the best honey plant in the world.
Chip Taylor
#6. The only time you don't find a four-leaf clover," he liked to say, "is when you stop looking for one.
Daniel James Brown
#10. The mind which relate clover with eminence, why forget to relate limitations with human ambitions.
M.H. Rakib
#11. Last of all came the cat, who looked round, as usual, for the warmest place, and finally squeezed herself in between Boxer and Clover; there she purred contentedly throughout Major's speech without listening to a word of what he was saying.
George Orwell
#13. I was talking to a Zen master the other day and he said, "You shall be my disciple."I looked at him and said, "Who was Buddha's teacher?" He looked at me in a very odd way for a moment and then he burst into laughter and handed me a piece of clover.
Alan Watts
#14. A woman had joined the two men sitting at table three. She was a blonde, one of those fatal blondes, six foot tall or near enough, with hair the color of clover honey.
Martha Reed
#15. But it is possible that a completely different author is somewhere writing a book about a UN Major Albert Knag, who is writing a book for his daughter Hilde. This book is about a certain Alberto Knox who suddenly begins to send humble philosophical lectures to Sophie Amundsen, 3 Clover Close.
Jostein Gaarder
#16. In some ways. it began when I heard her singing. Her voice twinning, mixing with my own. Her voice was like a portrait of her soul; wild as a fire, sharp as shattered glass, sweet and clean as clover
Patrick Rothfuss
#17. I've always been drawn to the four-leaf clover. It's deeply significant to my sister and me, so much so that we both have had it tattooed on the inside of our wrists.
Natalie Imbruglia
#18. I'd like to walk there again. It was so lonely - a nice kind of loneliness, and all grass and clover and soft sea air.
C.S. Lewis
#19. Straw mulch, a ground cover of white clover interplanted with the crops, and temporary flooding all provide effective weed control in my fields.
Masanobu Fukuoka
#20. They were always cold, and usually hungry as well. Only Boxer and Clover never lost heart. Squealer made excellent speeches on the joy of service and the dignity of labor, but the other animals found more inspiration in Boxer's strength and his never-failing cry of I will work harder!
George Orwell
#21. Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep, left there to dream of their happiness.
Conor Oberst
#22. At home the great delight is to see the clover and grass now growing on places that were bare when we came. These small healings of the ground are my model accomplishment-everything else I do must aspire to that. While I was at that work the world gained with every move I made, and I harmed nothing.
Wendell Berry
#23. If you meet a cross-eyed person
you must plunge into the grass,
alongside the chilly ants,
fish through the green fingernails
and come up with the four-leaf clover ...
Anne Sexton
#24. As a parting gift, he gave Harold the key chain from his house keys, the ones that opened the gate to Hamilton Arms: it was a clover, a charm for luck. Its stem was a little drawer, into which, Harold later found, George had put a love note. Harold kept the clover for the rest of his life.
Liz Moore
#25. Everywhere the grain stood ripe and the hot afternoon was full of the smell of the ripe wheat, like the smell of bread baking in an oven. The breath of the wheat and the sweet clover passed him like pleasant things in a dream.
Willa Cather
#26. The fire breather is beneath the clover, and beneath his breathing there is cold clay forever
Joanna Newsom
#27. The teeth must have escaped while you murdered the rest of it," said Bramble, cough-laughing into her napkin. "Ha ha ha! You know, sometimes I think Clover is harboring some deep, dark shocking secret. Fire poker! Ba-hahahahaaa!
Heather Dixon
#28. Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne's Lace.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#29. The wind is awake, pretty leave, pretty leaves, Heed not what he says, he deceives, he deceives; Over and over To the lowly clover He has lisped the same love (and forgotten it, too). He will be lisping and pledging to you.
John Vance Cheney
#30. Crowds of bees are giddy with clover
Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet,
Crowds of larks at their matins hang over,
Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.
Jean Ingelow
#31. When Alaska Young is sitting with her legs crossed in a brittle, periodically green clover patch leaning forward in search of four-leaf clovers, the pale skin of her sizable cleavage clearly visible, it is a plain fact of human physiology that it becomes impossible to join in her clover search.
John Green
#32. There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven.
Jean Ingelow
#34. In the dark of the moon, in flying snow, in the dead of winter, war spreading, families dying, the world in danger, I walk the rocky hillside, sowing clover.
Wendell Berry
#35. I'm looking over a four-leaf clover that I overlooked before.
Jerry Spinelli
#36. The fears of what may come to pass, I cast them all away, Among the clover scented grass, Among the new-mown hay.
Louise Imogen Guiney
#37. The peace of great books be for you,
Stains of pressed clover leaves on pages,
Bleach of the light of years held in leather.
Carl Sandburg
#38. The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover, Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank, Conceives by idleness, and nothing teems But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burrs, Losing both beauty and utility.
William Shakespeare
#39. In June we picked the clover,
And sea-shells in July:
There was no silence at the door,
No word from the sky.
A hand came out of August
And flicked his life away:
We had not time to bargain, mope,
Moralize, or pray.
Cecil Day-Lewis
#40. Four-leaf
Clover: a
Miracle,
Mutation, or
Happy
Accident?
Matthew Quick
#41. Let you hold in mind, girls, that your beauty must pass
Like a lovely white clover that rusts with its grass.
Keep your bottoms off barstools and marry you young
Or be left
an old barrel with many a bung.
X.J. Kennedy
#42. What did Fairweller say? When you delivered the note?"
"Oh," said Clover, calming a little. "Well ... nothing, actually. I sort of ... accidentally ... tore it to pieces."
"Accidentally," Azalea echoed.
"And threw it into the fire," said Clover.
"Oh.
Heather Dixon
#43. On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Czeslaw Milosz
#44. If a man who can't count finds a four leaf clover, is he lucky?
Stanislaw Lem
#45. The sweetness of life lies in usefulness, like honey deep in the heart of a clover bloom.
Laura Ingalls Wilder
#46. If a man who cannot count finds a four-leaf clover, is he entitled to happiness?
Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
#47. The white moth to the closing vine,
The bee to the open clover,
And the Gypsy blood to the Gypsy blood
Ever the wide world over.
Rudyard Kipling
#48. I was in a vintage pub rock band called Clover in the 1970s.
Huey Lewis
#49. Through the open door A drowsy smell of flowers -grey heliotrope And white sweet clover, and shy mignonette Comes fairly in, and silent chorus leads To the pervading symphony of Peace.
John Greenleaf Whittier
#50. The word miracle, as pronounced by Christian churches, gives a false impression; it is a monster. It is not one with the blowing clover and the falling rain.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#51. Pop just didn't have enough substance for me. All this nyah-nyah-nyah, you know, 'Paper Tiger' and 'Hold the Ladder, James' and 'Crimson and Clover.' That wasn't music!
Gregg Allman
#52. Love is as bitter as the dregs of sin, As sweet as clover-honey in its cell; Love is the password whereby souls get in To Heaven
the gate that leads, sometimes, to Hell.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
#53. Imagine if we were all magical leprechauns, and every wish ever made on a four-leaf clover obliged us to help others obtain their wishes. Now imagine if people simply lived like this were true.
Richelle E. Goodrich
#54. You have food?" Winter scolded. "I thought you said you were hungry."
I'm hungry for other things besides what I have," [Clover] argued.
Obert Skye
#55. She sighed, she snored, not that she was asleep, only drowsy and heavy, drowsy and heavy, like a field of clover in the sunshine this hot July day, with the bees going round and about and the yellow butterflies.
Virginia Woolf
#56. Alighted near Hazel and Fiver. "How's Holly?" asked Hazel. "'E sad," said Kehaar. "'E say you no come back." Then he added, "Mees Clover, she ready for mudder." "That's good," said Hazel. "Is anyone doing anything about it?" "Ya, ya, ees all to fight." "Oh, well, I suppose it'll sort itself out.
Richard Adams
#57. Where did you get that candy again?" Leven asked, worried.
"The pile said 'flavored'," Clover answered back, his face a chocolatey mess.
"Flavored?" Leven said exasperated. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Clover argued. "F-l-a-w-e-d
flavored.
Obert Skye
#58. What was that you gave me to eat?" Winter panicked.
A Filler Crisp," Clover said, his eyes seventy percent concerned and thirty percent mischievous.
Obert Skye
#59. What a miserable thing life is: you're living in clover, only the clover isn't good enough.
Bertolt Brecht
#60. Pine trees rise through cloud
soar up into the blue skies,
bush clover spangled with dewdrops
sways in the autumn breeze;
As I dip cold, pure water
at the edge of the stream,
a solitary white crane
comes lolloping my way.
Baisao
#61. The grim lioness follows the wolf, the wolf himself the goat, the wanton goat the flowering clover, and Corydon follows you, Alexis. Each is led by his liking.
Virgil
#62. You smell so good." His eyes were closed, and his voice was a low, rummy drawl. "Like clover."
She swallowed. "I don't even know what clover smells like."
"Then you need a good roll in it.
Tessa Dare
#63. Clover was on the verge of tears but fought hard to keep them back. Never let them see you cry. Any sign of weakness put them into a feeding frenzy.
Shaunta Grimes
#64. There, Clover found the "gardens and great trees and old cottages ... so beautiful" that seeing them exhausted her. It was as if, she joked with her husband, "this English world is a huge stage-play got up only to amuse Americans. It is obviously unreal, eccentric, and taken out of novels.
Natalie Dykstra
#65. Even if I never get out of Clover, even if I never get into Northwestern or write for the New Yorker, even if these are just delusions occupying my time, thank God they are, because a life without meaning, without drive or focus, without dreams or goals, isn't life worth living.
Chris Colfer
#66. Oak, granite,
Lilies by the road,
Remember me?
I remember you.
Clouds brushing
Clover hills,
Remember me?
Sister, child,
Grown tall,
Remember me?
I remember you.
Gail Carson Levine
#67. You'd think the FBI could've come up with something a little better than Clover when they christened me last year.
Clovers are cute.
I take umbrage at being cute. I'm a god-damned criminal mastermind. Criminal masterminds are not cute.
Except Loki.
Shit, Loki is cute as hell.
Julie Johnson
#68. Most of the rare species seemed to be very fond of clover, particularly red clover, and other wild legumes such as tufted vetch and bird's-foot trefoil, probably because these plants provide pollen that is unusually rich in protein.
Dave Goulson
#69. I'll wheel you into the kitchen, Katy,' said Clover. 'I can wheel myself,' I said. 'So what have you two been up to?
Jacqueline Wilson
#70. Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew.
Ray Bradbury
#71. Peaches grow wild, and pigs can live in clover;
A barrel of salted herrings lasts a year;
The spring begins before the winter's over.
Elinor Wylie
#72. You can be as sharp-tongued as a viper, but you can also be as sweet as wild clover honey.
Raymond E. Feist
#73. He liked the clover, evidence of the country always pressing in close, quietly sabotaging anyone who tried to manicure nature into suburban submission.
Helen Simonson
#74. About this grass now. I didn't finish telling. It grows so close it's guaranteed to kill off clover and dandelions-"
"Great God in heaven! That means no dandelion wine next year! That means no bees crossing our lot! You're out of your mind, son
Ray Bradbury
#75. To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
Emily Dickinson
#76. Your patience may have long to wait,Whether in little things or great,But all good luck, you soon will learn,Must come to those who nobly earn.Who hunts the hay-field overWill find the four-leaved clover.
Sarah Orne Jewett
#77. Listen,' Clover said. 'Don't worry about not being able to come back, I've lived both places, and trust me, you won't be getting the short end of the stick if you end up in Foo. I mean, candy alone ...
Obert Skye
#78. I want to know:
Why is a horse noble and the dove beloved
but no one keeps a pet vulture in a gilded cage.
Why is the humble clover trodden upon rather than the red tulip.
I want to see anew and wash the words of the world
in wind and rain.
Sohrab Sepehri
#79. The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me.
James Russell Lowell
#80. No cop was ever born who wasn't a sucker for a finely-executed high-speed Controlled Drift all the way around one of those clover-leaf freeway interchanges.
Hunter S. Thompson
#81. The Vagabond one told me what that clover symbol means. He said it represents the four primary roads you can take in life: happiness, hatred, success, and failure. They are balanced shoices, always intertwined with each other, and whichever of the four paths you take will lead you down another.
S.M. Boyce
#82. What's that darkness over there?" Leven asked.
"It's not good." Clover said.
"Then what is it?"
'Bad," Clover suggested, sounding as though he wasn't all that impressed with Leven's level of knowledge.
"I understand opposites," Leven said, frustrated.
Obert Skye
#83. For now, the very breath of the beans and clover whispered to my heart that the day must come when it would be well for my memory that others walking in the sunshine should be softened as they thought of me.
Charles Dickens
#84. The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.
Emily Dickinson
#85. You were clearly not doing your part in the clover search, perv.
John Green
#86. I love discovering new young brands and watching these fashion lines take off, like Peter Pilotto, Christopher Kane, and Clover Canyon.
Gillian Jacobs
#87. Believing there's no such thing as luck is very unlucky. Like, the worst. Beyond stealing someone's lucky four-leaf clover.
Caprice Crane
#88. I think of basset hounds whenever I turn on my computer because I have photos of them. And if I'm lucky, and I see one on the street, I know it's going to be a good day. They really are like a four-leaf clover.
Julie Klausner
#89. To wish for your own happiness is sometimes coupled with another person's unhappiness. Since I couldn't pray for my own happiness, I prayed to the moon in the night sky for the happiness of the one whose warm hand I held.
Chica Umino
#90. As time passes, the day will come when everything will fade to memories. But those miraculous days, when you and I, along with everyone else, searched together for just that one thing, will continue revolving forever somewhere deep in my heart, as my bittersweet memory.
Chica Umino
#91. Loneliness comes suddenly like waves and recedes just as fast. That continues on forever. It's the same for you. It's the same for everyone.
Chica Umino
#92. Fish farming, even with conventional techniques, changes fish within a few generations from an animal like a wild buffalo or a wildebeest to the equivalent of a domestic cow.
Charles Clover
#93. The right approach to an uncomfortable topic can make all the difference in the outcome.
Cassie Clover
#94. The Romans believed that what no man controls, no man can own. Justinian, writing in the sixth century AD, said that the air, flowing water, the sea and the seashore were common to all.
Charles Clover
#95. Dear God,
what is my purpose of life?
What should I do to find it?
Once I found it, will I become stronger?
... Oh no, my mind is blank.
a strange sound kept ringing in my head.
What sound is that ... ?
Ah, I know.
It's ...
The sound of emptiness.
Chica Umino
#96. When
when I dance," she said quietly. "When I dance, I
I forget all the
the bad things."
"I
I only remember the good things. That is the b-best thing about d-dancing.
Heather Dixon
#97. It's okay to spin around and around in the same place. Just so long as you're singing your heart out.
THAT's what life's all about.
Chica Umino
#98. Complaining about your luck is not allowed. Rokutarou, you're not the only one that matters but they leave that aside and do their best.If you start comparing misfortunes, it would never end. What's the meaning in that? Everyone knows you had a hard time.
Chica Umino
#99. Christmas always used to get me down. There was something oppressive about all those twinkling colored lights.
"Are you happy?" "Do you fit in anywhere?" ... is what it felt like they were asking me.
Chica Umino
#100. I believe citizens are beginning to realize that their birthright, a healthy ecosystem, has been stolen, and they want it back.
Charles Clover
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