Top 9 Quotes About Sod
#1. I took a day to search for God, And found Him not. But as I trod By rocky ledge, through woods untamed, Just where one scarlet lily flamed, I saw His foot print in the sod.
Bliss Carman
#2. Raindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky.
John Muir
#3. People think I'm a miserable sod but it's only because I get asked such bloody miserable questions.
Nick Cave
#4. The feet bound by leather souls feel not the humbleness of the sod. They carry the person without knowing the terrain below upon which they frequent trod.
Timothy W. Tron
#5. Of courage and security from every sod of it would have evaporated beyond recall. We should be irrevocably cut
James Russell Lowell
#6. Tate snorted. "Do I look like a pussy to you?"
"No," Bones replied with a ghost of a smile. "You look like the same stubborn, reckless, devoted sod I've almost killed a hundred times over, which is why you're perfect for the job.
Jeaniene Frost
#7. The Master hath called us, in life's early morning, With spirits as fresh as the dew on the sod: We turn from the world, with its smiles and its scorning, To cast in our lot with the people of God.
Sarah Doudney
#8. Kieran will you sod off with that mascara and eyeliner before I end up looking like a bloody panda!
Suzanne Wright
#9. If I were dead and buried And I heard your voice, Beneath the sod My heart of dust Would still rejoice.
Dalton Trumbo
#10. The traitor to Humanity is the traitor most accursed; Man is more than Constitutions; better rot beneath the sod, Than be true to Church and State while we are doubly false to God.
James Russell Lowell
#11. We wove a web in childhood, A web of sunny air; We dug a spring in infancy Of water pure and fair; We sowed in youth a mustard seed, We cut an almond rod; We are now grown up to riper age- Are they withered in the sod?
Charlotte Bronte
#12. Walter's eyes were very wonderful. All the joy and sorrow and laughter and loyalty and aspirations of many generations lying under the sod looked out of their dark-gray depths.
L.M. Montgomery
#13. The DCU Constantine has to be the guy we know and love, with his same failings - otherwise what's the point of using him? But as I'm writing him, he's younger and has perhaps been through a bit less than the battered, aging old sod we meet in Vertigo.
Peter Milligan
#14. You had the morning together. He painted your half-naked body, the lucky sod. Had that been my job, your pretty clothes would ne'er have been crafted.
A.G. Howard
#15. You should choose your battles if you can, but if the battle chooses you then kick the sod in his fuse box!
Fredrik Backman
#16. So many creeds like the weeds in the sod - so many temples, and only one God.
Frank Lebby Stanton
#17. Recently, my personal advisors have been telling me to go to America. Actually, people have been walking up to me in the street and telling me to sod off, but that's the same thing, isn't it?
Alexei Sayle
#18. Now sod off back to your own world, you motherless scum, and save your threats for those who care.
Darren Shan
#20. The archetypal dwelling of the American frontier, the log cabin, was in fact a Scots development, if not invention. The word itself, cabine, meant any sort of rude enclosure or hut, made of stone and dirt in Scotland, or sod and mud in Ireland.
Arthur Herman
#21. Careful, luv. I might be angry with you, but that doesn't mean I don't still want you. So if you do that again, I'll shag you right here, right now, and sod anyone who wants to watch
Jeaniene Frost
#22. Thank bloody Christ this is the right bloke. Wicked difficult getting the sod.
Jeaniene Frost
#23. You start wondering if you deserved those high reviews on your books or if people just pitied you and went "Poor sod. Here's a five star review so you don't hang yourself in the garage.
Ash Gray
#24. Then sleep the seasons, full of might; While slowly swells the pod, And rounds the peach, and in the night The mushroom bursts the sod. The winter comes: the frozen rut Is bound with silver bars; the white drift heaps against the hut; and night is pierced with stars.
Coventry Patmore
#25. My great-grandmother grew up in a sod house in Nebraska. When she was a tiny girl - in other words, only four human generations ago - there were still enough wild bison on the Plains that she was afraid lightning storms would spook them and they would trample her home.
Derrick Jensen
#26. Mencheres dragged her screaming from me only an hour after our binding!" Gregor said. "I don't give a rot if Mencheres yanked her off your throbbing, rigid cock," Bones snarled. "Go dream a little dream, you sod!
Jeaniene Frost
#27. The coral zoophyte may be leveled by transported masses swept over by the waters; yet like the trodden sod, it sprouts again, and continues to grow and flourish as before.
James Dwight Dana
#28. At the end of the Beatles, I really was done in for the first time in my life. Until then, I really was a kind of cocky sod.
Paul McCartney
#30. What would be the best therapy? Punching the evil sod in the knob! [ ... ]
It doesn't undo it though. You'd feel good for a second and then there's just emptiness. It's like bingeing. After the chocolate there's the wrappers.
Rae Earl
#31. In a flash of anger, Midas grabbed a sod of earth and hurled it at the water, which broke into a hundred chained circles. Picturing Ida like the body in the bog made his heart seem to wilt and blow away. His face screwed through expressions.
Ali Shaw
#32. Warm summer sun, shine friendly here
Warm western wind, blow kindly here;
Green sod above, rest light, rest light,
Good-night, Annette!
Sweetheart, good-night!
Robert Richardson
#33. Sod off! Psych 101. There are five stages of grief and I'm owning that shit. They ARE my bitches.
Christine Zolendz
#34. It's spring! Farewell To chills and colds! The blushing, girlish World unfolds Each flower, leaf And blade of sod - Small letters sent To her from God.
John Updike
#35. And if I tried to talk to him or, God forbid, ask him to take it easy on the whisky, he'd lash out. "Oh, sod off, Beryl. It's all easy for you, isn't it?
Paula McLain
#36. Oh, sod off, I'm calling the Police." Another series of banging on the door. "Open up, Police." That was quick.
Simon Dunn
#37. Oh sod me, Sir, not another bloody Paddy. Even a Brummie is better than another Paddy.
Jim McGrath
#39. Primeval forests! virgin sod! That Saxon has not ravish'd yet, Lo! peak on peak in stairways set- In stepping stairs that reach to God! Here we are free as sea or wind, For here are set Time's snowy tents In everlasting battlements Against the march of Saxon mind.
Joaquin Miller
#40. We may scavenge the dross of the nation, we may shudder past bloody sod,
But we thrill to the new revelation that we are parts of God.
Robert Haven Schauffler
#41. Do not lift him from the bracken, Leave him lying where he fell- Better bier ye cannot fashion: None beseems him half so well As the bare and broken heather, And the hard and trampled sod, Whence his angry soul ascended To the judgment seat of God!
William Edmondstoune Aytoun
#42. We plant sod where God wants 2 plant seed. He's more interested in growing our character than having us look finished.
Bob Goff
#43. In big battle scenes, like 'King Arthur', you see the knights in all their fine armour, but they're not in the thick of it: follow the perspective, and you'll find some poor little sod, who didn't want to be there, anyway, with his head split.
Michael Foreman
#44. A few years hence and he will be beneath the sod; but those cliffs will stand, as now, facing the ocean, incessantly lashed by its waves, yet unshaken, immovable; and other eyes will gaze on them for their brief day of life, and then they, too, will close.
Henry Parry Liddon
#46. I NEVER lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod;
Twice have I stood a beggar
Before the door of God!
Angels, twice descending,
Reimbursed my store.
Burglar, banker, father,
I am poor once more!
Emily Dickinson
#47. If I should fall from grace with God
Where no doctor can relieve me
If I'm buried 'neath the sod
But the angels won't receive me
Let me go, boys
Let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where rivers all run dry
Shane MacGowan
#48. Ireland, sir, for good or evil, is like no other place under heaven, and no man can touch its sod or breathe its air without becoming better or worse.
George Bernard Shaw
#49. This world rubs me raw, scours me smooth like an SOS pad put to a grease-caked skillet. And pain: it stabs and scrapes and pulls me back to earth, my final B&B, that worm-spun cot of cool black sod.
Chila Woychik
#50. Of course, with well-masticated food playing the role of social glue, it's absolutely essential that everyone clear their plate. Sod the starving kiddies in Africa - it's the overfed ones here we need to worry about.
Will Self
#51. O sleepless as the river under thee, / Vaulting the sea, the prairies' dreaming sod, / Onto us lowliest sometime sweep, descend / And of the curveship lend a myth to God.
Hart Crane
#52. I do not call the sod under my feet my country; but language-religion-government-blood-identity in these makes men of one country.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
#53. Michael Jackson plays the wounded puppy very well. 'I must be the loneliest man in the world'. Well, you're not a man. And the loneliness is self inflicted, so sod off you pathetic puerile pimp. I wonder what color his willy is.
John Lydon
#54. Sod it. If he laid a finger on my David, I'd just have to use my newfound martial arts mojo and kick him in the Knuts.
J.L. Merrow
#55. That divot is so deep, I will need a sod cutter to fix it.
Brian Weiss
#56. Am reading more of Oscar Wilde. What a tiresome, affected sod.
Noel Coward
#57. I need not shout my faith. Thrice eloquent Are quiet trees and the green listening sod; Hushed are the stars, whose power is never spent; The hills are mute: yet how they speak of God!
Charles Hanson Towne
#58. Warm summer sun,
shine brightly here,
Warm Southern wind,
blow softly here,
Green sod above,
lie light, lie light,
Good night, dear heart;
good night, good night.
Mark Twain
#59. ...Uncle Harry Wentworth's dollar was turned deep under the sod. But though the sun shone on it and the rain fell, nothing ever came from it, - not a green thing nor a singing thing nor a human soul.
Bess Streeter Aldrich
#60. Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world But those who slide along the grassy sod, And sting the luckless foot that presses them? There are who in the path of social life Do bask their spotted skins in Fortune's sun, And sting the soul.
Joanna Baillie
#61. Who doesn't? I cry and smile every day. I grew up scared, because I was so skinny and had no boobs. It's only now that I just think, Sod it! Everyone's different. I'm contented and happy as I am.
Kaya Scodelario
#62. The more you didn't want to bump into someone, sod's law dictated that the more often you would.
Jill Mansell
#63. It was very clear that this was a very, very old site. There were remains of sod walls. Fishermen assumed it was an old Indian site. Bu Indians didn't use that kind of buildings and houses.
Helge Ingstad
#64. For 'tis green, green, green, where the ruined towers are gray, And it's green, green, green, all the happy night and day; Green of leaf and green of sod, green of ivy on the wall, And the blessed Irish shamrock with the fairest green of all.
Mary Elizabeth McGrath Blake
#65. Tell me to sod off and off I will duly sod." "What girl could resist? Sod off." I
David Mitchell
#66. I like to read my diary occasionally to remind myself what a miserable, alienated old sod I used to be.
Jo Brand
#68. The fact is, when men carry the same ideals in their hearts, nothing can isolate them - neither prison walls nor the sod of cemeteries. For single memory, a single spirit, a single idea, a single conscience, a single dignity will sustain them all.
Fidel Castro
#69. A disconcerting image of the cameraman thrown in a shallow grave passed through my sights; he sat up in the dark and noticed the blanket of his bed was made of sod.
Patti Smith
#70. I never married, but if I had done so, I'm sure I'd have divorced the sod a long time ago. Life is simply too short to hang around with annoying people. That may be why I have so few friends. I'm sure my daughter concurs.
Pansy Schneider-Horst
#71. It's the absence of all the bodies, she thinks, that allows us to forget. It's that the sod seals them over.
Anthony Doerr
#72. Murder me with bombs you poor lonely sod I will only build myself again and stronger. I am too stupid to know better I am a woman built on the wreckage of myself.
Chris Cleave
#73. Maybe that is why kids like Dumbledore: because he is funny rather than a miserable old sod with a long white beard.
Michael Gambon
#74. Sod this,' said Kyle and he swung his axe. Charlotte watched amazed, unable to look away, as the blade sliced clean through the father's neck and his head flew off.
Charlie Higson
#75. The plow of mortality drives through the stubble, turns over rocks and sod and weeds to cover the old, the worn-out, the husks, shells, empty seedpods and sapless roots, clearing the field for the next crop. A ruthless, brutal process - but clean and beautiful.
Edward Abbey
#76. They turned over the reception desk and the poor security guards did the only thing they could do. They ran.
Marlon James
#77. Procrastination is suicide on the installment plan.
Arnold Bennett
#78. What I know for sure is that behind every catastrophe, there are great lessons to be learned. Among the many that we as a country need to get is that as long as we play the "us and them" game, we don't evolve as people, as a nation, as a planet.
Oprah Winfrey
#79. Fate, at most, lies with us, but the allure of hope is simply irresistible.
Ufuoma Apoki
#80. I'm getting chest pains ... You give me chest pains Uncle Willie.
It's my fault you get excited.
Yes, it's your fault! I only get chest pains on Wednesdays.
So come on Tuesdays.
Neil Simon
#81. I know exactly what I will do. I will go and work with the Congress of South African Students.
Kgalema Motlanthe
#82. But the time draws on for experience and observation to take the place of instruction: if
Fanny Burney
#83. He gave the impression of being clean and dry as though he had been pressed between two large blotters which had absorbed all his vital juices.
Charles Baxter
#84. Italy in the Seventies seems like a fascinating place.
Rachel Kushner
