Top 100 Quotes About Lawn
#1. Aaaaaaaagh! I screamed, emerging from the wards and onto Murphy's front lawn, chock-full of new insight as to why ghosts are always moaning or wailing when they come popping out of somebody's wall or floor. Not much mystery there - it freaking hurts.
Jim Butcher
#2. All right. I do not think she will attack, though. She is a nice inhuman." "You mean nonhuman. Inhuman is an adjective," I said, as I rose from the lawn and padded softly around the left side of the house to the backyard. "Hey, I'm not a native speaker. Give me a break.
Kevin Hearne
#3. One unexpected bonus of motherhood is the visual beauty. I am enchanted by the sights of my children, the tones of skin, the clear eyes, the grace, the curve of a hand and cheek, to see them racing across the back lawn in a certain slant of light.
Jaroldeen Edwards
#4. You worked your paper route, mowed the lawn, then played golf all day.
Fred Funk
#6. In lawn tennis mixed, the basic chivalry move is to pretend to serve less fiercely to the woman than to the man. This is particularly useful if your first service tends to be out in any case.
Stephen Potter
#7. except sociopaths trying to sell me term insurance, home security, and lawn care.
Jonathan Kellerman
#8. Interspersed in lawn and opening glades,
Thin trees arise that shun each others' shades.
Alexander Pope
#9. The behavior of the crowd at Churchill Downs is like 100,000 vicious Hyenas going berserk all at once in a space about the size of a 777 jet or the White House lawn.
Hunter S. Thompson
#10. We are both from the same kind of towns. We both know the sound of swivel-head spray at midnight on a summer lawn. We both know the weak secrets of us.
Sam Lipsyte
#11. The World is Very Flat, There is no doubt of that. (Night Thoughts of a tortoise suffering fom insomnia on a lawn)
E.V. Rieu
#12. The Allegory of the Wolf Boy" ("At tennis and at tea/Upon the gentle lawn, he is not ours,/But plays us in a sad duplicity").
Oliver Sacks
#13. I absolutely hate mowing the lawn. When I hear the mowers starting, I want to kill myself: it's the sound of death approaching. Hoovering's OK, but I never in my life wanted to have a lawn and certainly never wanted to mow one.
Peter Capaldi
#14. She stepped out from among their shifting confusion of lovely lights and shadows. A circle of grass, smooth as a lawn, met her eyes, with dark trees dancing all around it. And then
Oh Joy! For he was there: the huge Lion, shining white in the moonlight, with his huge black shadow underneath him.
C.S. Lewis
#15. These Burbclaves! These citystates!
So small, so insecure, that just about everything, like not mowing your
lawn, or playing your stereo too loud, becomes a national security issue.
Neal Stephenson
#16. A veritable pack of dogs - led by a fat, fluffy papillon - roamed the front lawn.
K.M. Shea
#17. I wander forth this chill December dawn: John Frost and all his elves are out, I see, As busy as the elfin world can be, Clothing a world asleep with fleecy lawn.
Robert Williams Buchanan
#18. She was thinking how all those paths and the lawn, thick and knotted with the lives they had lived there, were gone: were rubbed out; were past; were unreal, and now this was real; the boat and the sail with its patch; Macalister with his earrings; the noise of the waves
all this was real.
Virginia Woolf
#19. Once upon a time, out of nowhere a car appeared and headed straight for Mal Bennett. 'Long time, no see,' the engine roared, and the clanging muffler agreed. The car embraced Mal, really soul-kissed him, then said 'Farewell,' tossing him back onto his beloved, sacred lawn.
Henry H. Roth
#20. Guy Fieri's hair is the front lawn to hell.
Willie Geist
#21. What about damp? What about flooding? Wouldn't it make sense to have a little lawn or garden as a sort of buffer zone between the house and the water? But then it wouldn't be Venice, said Connie's voice in my head. Then it would be Staines.
David Nicholls
#22. Californians are people who insist on growing their own vegetables, but they won't dig up the pretty lawn, won't plant anything for fear of getting dirty, and they use fragrant bath salts from The Body Shop instead of smelly compost.
P. J. O'Rourke
#23. Muggles have garden gnomes, too, you know," Harry told Ron as they crossed the lawn.
"Yeah, I've seen those things they think are gnomes," said Ron, bent double with his head in a peony bush, "like fat little Santa Clauses with fishing rods ...
J.K. Rowling
#24. Tis from high Life high Characters are drawn; A Saint in Crape is twice a Saint in Lawn: A Judge is just, a Chanc'llor juster still; A Gownman learn'd; a Bishop what you will; Wise if a minister; but if a King, More wise, more learn'd, more just, more ev'rything.
Alexander Pope
#25. It caused a huge blowup on the front lawn, but eventually Evelyn won.
Veronica Roth
#26. When the president of the United States flicks the switch to light up the Christmas tree on the White House lawn, that house ceases to be an American symbol; it becomes a Christian symbol.
Letty Cottin Pogrebin
#27. It was midsummer, but fresh water from the gasping sprinklers made the lawn glitter like spring.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#28. Snatched away like socks glommed off the sale table at Wal-Mart, dog treat snapped up by an eager German Sheppard, mouse picked off the lawn by a swooping owl.
Dennis Vickers
#29. The average lawn is an interesting beast: people plant it, then douse it with artificial fertilizers and dangerous pesticides to make it grow and to keep it uniform-all so that they can hack and mow what they encouraged to grow. And woe to the small yellow flower that rears its head!
Michael Braungart
#30. My father was a preacher in Maryland and we had crab feasts - with corn on the cob, but no beer, being Methodist - outside on the church lawn.
Tori Amos
#31. Kids in Washington every year have the big Easter egg roll on the White House lawn. The kids found 300 Easter eggs. They also found about 10,000 missing Hillary emails.
David Letterman
#32. There had seemed no other way to view her, not until that moment when he'd fallen from the window. Rude shock: running down the lawn, the turf exploding from the bullets' impact, he had wondered, only once and without understanding his own feeling of loss, exactly what he was leaving behind.
Meredith Duran
#33. They're a rotten crowd', I shouted across the lawn. 'You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#34. Yer a good lad, Atticus, mowin' me lawn and killin' what Brits come around.
Kevin Hearne
#35. She wakes in a puddle of sunlight.
Her hands asleep beside her.
Her hair draped on the lawn
like a mantle of cloth.
Roman Payne
#36. Denial is pushing something out of your awareness. Anything you hide in the basement has a way of burrowing under the house and showing up on the front lawn.
Howard Sasportas
#37. If having a beautiful lawn means putting up warning signs several times a year to keep children and pets off of it, it's probably a good idea to look into alternatives.
Philippe Cousteau Jr.
#38. Barney spotted our neighbor's lawn, where he promptly took care of his business. There I was, the former president of the United States, with a plastic bag on my hand, picking up that which I had been dodging for the past eight years.
George W. Bush
#39. And he had a nice home in Ohio with wife, daughter, Christmas tree, two cars, garage, lawn, lawnmower, but he couldn't enjoy any of it because he really wasn't free. It was sadly true.
Jack Kerouac
#40. I'm tied up, gagged and about to be bludgeoned to death by a lawn ornament. Jeez, that's depressing.
- Raven Smith
Rita Stradling
#41. I want to create a space that moves people. It doesn't matter if it is a house, or a museum, or whatever. So, it is somebody sitting on that lawn, just going around and around and feeling really happy. That is something that I'm striving for.
Tadao Ando
#42. Van Wort was fat and his name was Van Wort. With that combination, why would you pack your kid off to camp? Let him play with ladybugs in the safety of his own lawn.
Sam Lipsyte
#43. Mother, of course, takes a lot of exercise, walks and so on. And every morning she puts on a pair of black silk drawers and a sweater and makes indelicate gestures on the lawn. That's called Building the Body Beautiful. She's mad about it.
Nancy Mitford
#44. The man who worries morning and night about the dandelions in the lawn will find great relief in loving the dandelions.
Liberty Hyde Bailey
#45. I haven't tweeted once in my life, but I'm sick of hearing about it already. What once may have been the cool way of letting a hundred people know that you're about to go mow your lawn now has the feel of a used-to-be-fresh means of communicating. So yesterday, like two-way pagers. And AOL.
John Ridley
#46. Not long after my mom died, my dad pretty much kicked me out of the house. He never said, "Get out of my house," but instead, I came home one night to find all my clothes scattered all over our front lawn.
Brenda Perlin
#47. When dawn spread its cool clear flush over the meadows and fields and thorny pastures to the north and east, Duane pulled an old lawn chair out of the cabin and sat down to watch, cradling a cup of coffee in his hands. It was chilly enough that he threw an old poncho over his lap.
Larry McMurtry
#48. The thing I love is that my home life hasn't changed. I still help out with the garbage. I still help out with the lawn.
Taylor Lautner
#49. The lawn and drive had been crowded with the faces of those who guessed at his corruption - and he had stood on those steps, concealing his incorruptible dream, as he waved them good-by.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#50. At the center, on the lawn of the courthouse, sat a log manger with a life-size nativity scene cut out of plywood. If an civil libertarian had complained about the nativity being on public property, he would have been hunted down like Santa's reindeer during bow season.
Deborah Smith
#51. One by one, the electric lights ringing the lawn were ignited. Each one, as it burst into brilliance, erased a constellation from the evening sky.
Tim Westover
#52. The governing ideal was not merely to keep up with the Joneses, but to be the Joneses - to own the same model of car or dishwasher or lawn mower.
Chris Anderson
#53. two blocks down from my house? What the hell is going on?" "Nothing good," Marino says. I Google Sonny's Lawn Care. There's no such
Patricia Cornwell
#54. My bodyguard was mowing the lawn in a pink bikini when the body fell from the sky.
Charlaine Harris
#55. I haven't mowed a lawn in quite a while, but I remember hating that when I was growing up. To please Dad, you have to get it right, and that's the thing. You have to please Dad.
Brendon Urie
#56. For how would you like to be shut up for a whole month at a time, and possibly more in stormy weather, upon a rock the size of a tennis lawn?
Virginia Woolf
#57. So I had a view of the water, a partial view of my neighbour's lawn, and the consoling proximity of millionaires
F Scott Fitzgerald
#58. [On Dashiell Hammett:] ... he is so hard-boiled you could roll him on the White House lawn.
Dorothy Parker
#59. I spend hours mowing the lawn in absolutely straight lines on my tractor. If it's not right, I do it again.
Britt Ekland
#60. No need to kill everyone. They know not to let their Chihuahuas piss on my lawn.
Richard Kadrey
#61. There's relief in not having to be outside. No gardening, no mowing the lawn, no tyranny of long daylight hours to fill with productive activity. We rip through summer, burning the hours and tearing up the land. Then snow comes like a bandage, and winter heals the wounds.
Jerry Dennis
#62. After watching too many scary movies it was hard not to have an overactive imagination, along with an inherent distrust of seemingly benevolent (and sometimes inanimate) things, like lawn gnomes.
Kat Stiles
#63. He put an arm around me and helped me across the lawn into the passenger's seat. The inside was red and white as a strawberry sundae, with black analog gauges. It was inefficient and sprawling; it screamed of hubris and excess and obsolescence; it was America on wheels.
Mishell Baker
#64. Sprawled out on the front lawn Looking up at an ordinary sky It could fall on me and somehow be The day I didn't die
Nick Burd
#65. We come to a house and walk down the small walkway to its backyard. In the yard there are two screens and a slide projector. People are seated in lawn chairs, watching slides of trees.
Audrey Niffenegger
#67. I want a sword to slit her end to end and then, with one hundred more cuts, dice her body into small pieces and leave the bloodied,quivering remains of skin, muscle, and soulless guts on her front lawn, arranged in a gruesome scarlet letter.
Julie Metz
#68. If we happened to be in rehearsal downstairs in my room and a neighbor padded across the lawn to rap gently on the window and ask us to please be more quiet, Natalie might simply lift up her skirt and mash her vagina against the window while extending her middle finger.
Augusten Burroughs
#69. There were neighbors that I played with and did all the things that children do. I did mow the lawn. I did help with various things that needed to be done to occupy my time.
Paul Smith
#70. You mean nonhuman. Inhuman is an adjective, I said, as I rose from the lawn and padded softly around the left side of the house to the backyard.
Kevin Hearne
#71. You cutting the lawn, fixing the machines,
all this leprous day and then more vodka,
more soda and the pond forgiving our bodies,
the pond sucking out the throb.
Anne Sexton
#72. The banker rubs his nose, thinking of his cat stalking something on the lawn.
Mason Cooley
#73. It's even occurred to me, as a teeny little subversive whisper of a thought, that if we stop mowing the lawn right now, it will probably be a long, long time before the yard gets overrun by lions and snakes.
Barbara Ehrenreich
#74. Call them what you want. Garden gnomes. Lawn ornaments. Little evil outdoor statuary hell-bent on world domination. It doesn't matter. What does matter is that, right now, they're hiding in plain sight, pretending to be symbols of merriment and good will.
Chuck Sambuchino
#75. I know a man who is a diamond cutter. He mows the lawn at Yankee Stadium.
Henny Youngman
#76. Upright, she's slapped with the aroma of musk and sweat. It's the good hunky, 'shirtless man building a dollhouse for his daughter' kind of perspiration, not the 'he just mowed the lawn' kind of stench.
Sandy Ward Bell
#77. I use a pick in my hair without force.
You use a lawn mower-you got peat moss.
Extra P
#78. I never wanna have a time where I'm on the big lawn just sitting back smoking cigars and drinking lemonade. I wanna work forever. Until I die. I wanna die on the way to a show.
Schoolboy Q
#79. And then he was a shrieking blaze, a jumping, sprawling gibbering manikin, no longer human or known, all writhing flame on the lawn as Montag shot one continuous pulse of liquid fire on him.
Ray Bradbury
#80. Grow the lawn and mow the lawn
always keep the TV on,
brush your teeth and kill the germs,
poison apples, poison worms.
Trenton Lee Stewart
#81. Galadir went to meet Morwen, across the lawn. Under sunlight, the Prince was extraordinarily beautiful. His skin was smooth and almost golden. And his eyes ... It was as if they had absorbed the light rays. They were pure honey.
Chiara Cilli
#82. The most frequent reason for unsuccessful advertising is advertisers who are so full of their own accomplishments (the world's best seed!) that they forget to tell us why we should buy (the world's best lawn!).
John Caples
#83. Amazon is a marvelous conglomeration and delivery system for products of every imaginable function. But the book 'business' is really not the same as the sale of lawn rakes or adapters for telephones.
Janet Fitch
#84. Young men ... learn practical skills that set is in good stead for lives as the husbands of wealthy and educated women: Strong Handshakes, Silence, Rudimentary Car Mechanics, How to Mow the Lawn, Explosive Displays of Authority, Sport and Nutrition Against Impotance.
Helen Oyeyemi
#85. 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
#87. Every second is a forever in Wink. Every day is a cool afternoon waiting to happen. And every life is one lived quietly, with your feet up and your sun-dappled lawn before you as you watch the world happily drift by.
Robert Jackson Bennett
#88. The entire population of Blackfin maintained a wary distance from her, as though the skeletons in their closets were spring-loaded and ready to burst out onto the front lawn.
Kat Ellis
#89. Because I can see the future and I know what will happen if I let you play with the lawn mower.
Allie Brosh
#90. Why did God create men? Because vibrators can't mow the lawn.
Madonna Ciccone
#91. Tomorrow I'm going to mow the lawn and prune the trees, and after that I'll cook some stew and casseroles to put in the freezer. We'll be glad of them when we're busy gaining dominion over the world, and can't find time to cook.
Alex Gabriel
#92. I'm that grumpy old guy yelling at all those pesky little Grizzly Bear fans to get offa my lawn.
Chuck Eddy
#93. Beer bottles, whiskey bottles, brown glass, green. They fell to the lawn and I'd feel serene. Adam was king to my stilted queen.
Kate Bernheimer
#94. Myst hasn't returned yet, But you know that, or else you'd both be naked and fornicating on the front lawn"
"The night's young. Give us time, and it was a field a mile away."
A Valkyrie and Nikolai Wroth pg 322
Kresley Cole
#95. May giant circus elephants shit on your lawn. May bug-eyed gargoyles eat your young.
James Ellroy
#96. Flying in his dreams was an exhilarating, breathtaking experience, sometimes literally, that tended to leave reality wanting, like riding a roller coaster compared to mowing the lawn.
Sol Luckman
#97. Books are no different from goats! They enjoy an afternoon out on the lawn.
Kate Bernheimer
#98. If the grass is greener somewhere else ... start watering your own lawn!
Michael Beckwith
#99. You probably love to tell kids to get off your lawn, too.
Jeaniene Frost
#100. I don't think it's fair - you get married, you give your wife a wedding ring. I think you should give her a mood ring. Oh, it may sound crass, but just check the color when you come home. 'Hi honey. Infernal red? Oh boy, I ain't getting laid, and I gotta cut the lawn, I know it.'
Adam Ferrara
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