Top 100 The Grass Quotes
#1. I watched him playing with the long blades of grass, weaving them into patterns as he hummed an unfamiliar song, a waltz.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"I'm letting you get used to the idea of me," he said idly. "I'm pretending to be harmless. Is it working?"
"Until you smile," ( ... )
Delilah S. Dawson
#2. This is what I have.
The dull hangover of waiting,
the blush of my heart on the damp grass,
the flower-faced moon.
A gull broods on the shore
where a moment ago there were two.
Softly my right hand fondles my left hand
as though it were you.
Mary Oliver
#3. I learned two very strong lessons from them: the grass isn't always greener elsewhere, and true love is worth fighting for.
Bear Grylls
#4. With many readers, brilliancy of style passes for affluence of thought; they mistake buttercups in the grass for immeasurable gold mines under ground.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#5. Dead grass is awakened by fire,
dead earth is awakened by rain.
One life will give way to another,
the cycle will begin again.
Susan Dennard
#6. The grass is always greener around the fire hydrant.
Jeff Rich
#7. If you're a beach person or a golfer, Key West is not for you. Most of the sand has been imported, and the water is shallow until you've waded far out, and all the way the sea floor is covered with yucky algae and sea grass.
Edmund White
#8. Let us keep a firm grip upon our money, for without it the whole assembly of virtues are but as blades of grass.
Bhartrhari
#9. The grass is often no greener on the other side, so stick it out and see if you can grow up within the relationship. Find happiness and emotional independence within yourself before placing unreasonable and often unexpressed expectations on your spouse.
Malti Bhojwani
#10. I would challenge anybody in their darkest moment to write what they're grateful for, even stupid little things like the green grass that made them feel good, the friendly conversation they had with somebody on an alevator. You start to realize how rich you are.
Jim Carrey
#11. Grass is the least rewarding of all status symbols ... The grass does nothing but drink money, exhaust energies, crush spirits, destroy sleep, create tensions and interfere with the watching of baseball games, and sprout insolent signs ordering humans to keep off it.
Russell Baker
#12. And I could find other excuses to get out and sit on the crisp grass and look out over the airy roof of Yorkshire. It was like taking time out of life. Time to get things into perspective and assess my progress.
James Herriot
#13. Ruminants are a perfectly normal thing to possess when you live in upstate New York. It's just moving scenery. It's kind of like the equivalent of Great Danes. It's the way you keep your grass mowed. It's the way you keep your weed-whacking to a minimum.
Vera Farmiga
#14. Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow.
~Song of the Sparrow
Lisa Ann Sandell
#15. When it comes to your marriage, if the grass looks greener somewhere else, it's time to water your own yard!
Craig Groeschel
#16. it wasn't until the train went past that she saw the small body lying in the long grass by the side of the wood.
Sanjida Kay
#17. You trip and lance
Your finger at a crab. It strikes. You rub
It inch-meal to a bilge of shell. You dance
Child-crazy over tub and gunnel, grasping
Your pitchfork like a trident, poised to stab
The greasy eel-grass clasping and unclasping
The jellied iridescence of the crab.
Robert Lowell
#18. I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
Emily Bronte
#19. I set a discipline for myself to return every afternoon and take photographs like Edward Weston: f22, full sun, big set squares, big circles. I would smoke a joint with some hippies on the grass, then go do some more pictures.
Max Pam
#20. The scent of flowers grew stronger and came from all sides; the grass was drenched with dew; a nightingale struck up in a lilac bush close by and then stopped on hearing our voices; the starry sky seemed to come down lower over our heads.
Leo Tolstoy
#21. We can conceive of a world in which God corrected the results of abuse of free will by His creatures: so that a wooden beam became soft as grass when used as a weapon ... But such a world would be one in which wrong actions were impossible, and therefore, freedom of the will would be void.
C.S. Lewis
#22. I love the fall. I love it because of the smells that you speak of; and also because things are dying, things that you don't have to take care of anymore, and the grass stops growing.
Mark Van Doren
#23. I don't believe in taking much of a divot, especially with the longer irons. You want to barely comb the grass through impact. It's the only way to catch the ball on the second groove up from the bottom of the clubface. That's where you want to make contact: on the second groove.
Moe Norman
#24. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
John Keats
#25. Sunk in the grass of an empty lot on a spring Saturday, I split the stems of milkweed and thought about ants and peach pits and death and where the world went when I closed my eyes.
Toni Morrison
#26. The grass and the rivers and the stones and women and horses and more Stars and men and clouds and birds and trees came dancing through the afterbirth of the Mare,
Catherynne M Valente
#27. A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts. We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and took advantage of every accident that befell us.
Henry David Thoreau
#28. With their ship, the Horse, They ply the sea of grass, They stalk the walking mountains, With stones they make their beds.
Greg Keyes
#29. Some sunny empty grass-grown court lost in the heart of the labyrinthine pile.
Henry James
#30. I was stuck on the side of a mountain in Scotland. I was looking down on emptiness. I lay on my back and looked around in panic. I prayed to God and relaxed. I realised if I turned carefully on my front I could see bits of grass to hold on to.
Ivor Cutler
#31. I love the smell of freshly cut grass. It takes me back to summers in Maine.
Rachel Nichols
#32. Watching the way the current moves a blade of grass - sometimes I've seen that happen and it has just turned me inside out.
Minor White
#33. If we could, and we must, establish a deep long abiding relationship with nature, with the actual trees, the bushes, the flowers, the grass and the fast moving clouds, then we would never slaughter another human being for any reason whatsoever.
Jiddu Krishnamurti
#34. I felt motion in the landscape; in the fresh, easy-blowing morning wind, and in the earth itself, as if the shaggy grass were a sort of loose hide, and underneath it herds of wild buffalo were galloping, galloping ... Alone,
Willa Cather
#35. My dad's idea of punishment was to dress me up in all green to disguise me as grass, and then throw me in the pasture. Cows bit me all over.
Bryan Callen
#36. Speak the truth, and all things alive or brute are vouchers, and the very roots of the grass underground there, do seem to stir and move to bear you witness.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#37. And no one was ill, and everyone was pleased, except those who had to mow the grass.
J.R.R. Tolkien
#38. Japan would never invade the United States. We would find a rifle behind every blade of grass.
Isoroku Yamamoto
#39. I would change policy, bring back natural grass and nickel beer. Baseball is the belly-button of our society. Straighten out baseball, and you straighten out the rest of the world.
Bill Lee
#40. There are such moments in a life. Solitary seconds on which the reality of what life means pivots and turns from a dead end toward a road of untrodden grass that stretches on forever.
Jonathan Maberry
#41. And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together.
Jonathan Swift
#42. If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.
George Eliot
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Adam Johnson
#44. To be just without being mad (and the madder you get the madder you get), to be peaceful without being stupid, to be interested without being compulsive, to be happy without being hysterical ... smoke grass.
Ken Kesey
#45. Not forever can one enjoy stillness and peace. But misfortune and obstruction are not final. When the grass has been burnt by the fire of the steppe, it will grow anew in summer.
Jean Sasson
#46. The soldiers did go away and their towns were torn down; and in the Moon of Falling Leaves (November), they made a treaty with Red Cloud that said our country would be ours as long as grass should grow and water flow.
Black Elk
#47. All dies! and not alone
The aspiring trees and men and grass;
The poets' forms of beauty pass,
And noblest deeds they are undone,
Even truth itself decays, and lo,
From truth's sad ashes pain and falsehood grow.
Herman Melville
#48. Like a glowworm golden, in a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden its aerial blue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#49. The grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence. The grass is greenest where it is watered.
Robert Fulghum
#50. Love falls to earth, rises from the ground, pools around the afflicted. Love pulls people back to their feet. Bodies and souls are fed. Bones and lives heal. New blades of grass grow from charred soil. The sun rises.
Anne Lamott
#51. If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.
Vincent Van Gogh
#52. The roots of the grass strain, Tighten, the earth is rigid, waits-he is waiting- And suddenly, and all at once, the rain!
Archibald MacLeish
#53. She walked forward, feeling the dew on the grass with each step. She tightened her eyes, welcoming the darkness.
Eveli Acosta
#54. Though sword shall be rusted, And throne and crown perish With strength that men trusted And wealth that they cherish, Here grass is still growing, And leaves are yet swinging, The white water flowing,
J.R.R. Tolkien
#55. Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass
And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind
Blow over me
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#56. The wild roses were wide open and brilliant, the blue-eyed grass was in purple flower, and the silvery milkweed was just coming on.
Willa Cather
#57. It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
Maud Hart Lovelace
#58. I don't believe in angels but the moon is now dead for me. The last glass of wine is gone before the thirst I'm suffering from. The blue grass lost its way running away from your sails.
Roque Dalton
#59. Captain," said Bluebell, "do you know what the first blade of grass said to the second blade of grass?" Hazel looked at him sharply, but Holly replied, "Well?" "It said, 'Look, there's a rabbit! We're in danger!
Richard Adams
#60. And I do not want anymore to be useful, to be docile, to lead / children out of the fields into the text / of civility, to teach them that they are (they are not) better than the grass.
Mary Oliver
#61. We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.
Edgar Allan Poe
#62. I also want to eat grass and ride a bear ... but that could be the drugs talking.
Chelsea Fine
#63. It's more a tennis problem than a mental problem. The transition is difficult. It depends how much time you have. Playing on grass can sometimes be a bit of a lottery.
Rafael Nadal
#64. ...the breeze twirled in on itself, picking up the cut grass on the road, spinning a confused chicken around a few times, then straightening back out.
Sara Taylor
#65. 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
#66. I pass through the difficult moments in life, really difficult times on grass, during my seven years of my career. All of a sudden I felt comfortable.
Marat Safin
#67. When you're winning the grass is greener, the cigars are sweeter and the girls are better looking!
Mark Grace
#68. Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#69. A pioneer is a man who turned all the grass upside down, strung bob-wire over the dust that was left, poisoned the water, cut down the trees, killed the Indian who owned the land and called it progress.
Charles Marion Russell
#70. There shall I recover beauty, and impose order upon my raked, my dishevelled soul? But what can one make in loneliness? Alone I should stand on the empty grass and say, Rooks fly
Virginia Woolf
#71. Passion is lifted from the earth itself by the muddy hands of the young; it travels along grass-stained sleeves to the heart. If we are going to save environmentalism and the environment, we must also save an endangered indicator species: the child in nature.
Richard Louv
#72. But for your eyes. Green as spring grass, and sparkling like dew in the morning sun.
S.M. Carriere
#73. I loved him like I loved walking through summer grass barefoot, like I loved a warm mug in my palms, like I loved driving on a long road as the sun sets in the distance. It was a good, safe, simple sort of friendship - well, at first, anyway.
Matthew Quick
#74. That smell of freshly cut grass makes me think of Friday night football in high school. The smell of popcorn and cigar smoke reminds me of the stadium. The cutting of the grass reminds me of the August practice.
Garth Brooks
#75. Network marketing is really the greatest source of grass-roots capitalism, because it teaches people how to take a small bit of capital, that is your time, and build the American dream.
Jim Rohn
#76. But I remember another image from Earth: the rich dark green grass that grew in graveyards.
Joe Haldeman
#77. Don't tell me about the world. Not today. It's springtime and they're knocking baseball around fields where the grass is damp and green in the morning and the kids are trying to hit the curve ball.
Pete Hamill
#78. Daisies, just starting to close their petals, littered the grass like fallen stars.
Kate Chopin
#79. And I see us in the sky. I see us in the sun and clouds. In the grass and trees. I see us in everything.
Krista Ritchie
#80. Burn down your cities and leave our farms, and your cities will spring up again as if by magic; but destroy our farms and the grass will grow in the streets of every city in the country.
William Jennings Bryan
#81. The virtue of making two blades of grass grow where only one grew before does not begin to be superhuman.
Henry David Thoreau
#82. I am the animal at the head of the pack. ... I either get eaten, or I get the good grass.
David Tepper
#84. This fresh-cut-grass smell was the olfactory scream of the plants.
Lauren Groff
#85. The fountain is my speech. The tulips are my speech. The grass and trees are my speech.
George T. Delacorte Jr.
#86. The softest grass can break any stone in her quest to find the sun. Rise again, woman, RISE AGAIN!
Autumn Morning Star
#87. In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.
Rabindranath Tagore
#88. In New York the sky is bluer, and the grass is greener, and the girls are prettier, and the steaks are thicker, and the buildings are higher, and the streets are wider, and the air is finer, than the sky, or the grass, or the girls, or the steaks, or the air of any place else in the world.
Edna Ferber
#89. Katsa watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place and then another. It rose and fell and rose again. It flowed, like water.
Kristin Cashore
#90. When a sign says don't walk on the grass, one hops.' He
Natasha Pulley
#91. Where the large bloodstain still marked the grass.
John Flanagan
#92. Meanwhile, spring came, and with it the outpourings of Nature. The hills were soon splashed with wild flowers; the grass became an altogether new and richer shade of green; and the air became scented with fresh and surprising smells
of jasmine, honeysuckle, and lavender.
Dalai Lama XIV
#93. The Rev's house is similar to Fiji's, but it's older, smaller, and has only sparse grass in the little front yard. It is also in no way welcoming or charming, and he has no cat.
Charlaine Harris
#94. I can't even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there's a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life. It's more important to confirm the least sincere. The clouds get enough attention as it is ...
Frank O'Hara
#95. The grass was tall and parched, the limbs of the trees barren or else dotted with a few remaining leaves, the stragglers, bleached to the color of bone. They lifted in the breeze like waving hands, rustling like old paper.
Justin Cronin
#96. I looked around me as if it were possible to collect together the heart I'd nearly spilled all over the grass.
Christina Lauren
#97. How wonderful it is being a sheep in the flock of God. Our shepherd is the one that created the grass that we need for pasture, He is the one that created the rivers and the waters, He is the one who holds everything in His hand and He is my Shepherd.
Edmond Sanganyado
#98. He looked at the blue sky above and the green grass below and he knew he would always love this world!
Avijeet Das
#99. Patches of stained red grass. Rotting baby limbs at dusk. The sound of cicadas and laughter; picnics with madmen by the black lake at noon.
Andrew Gallacher
#100. Minnesota! It smelled like raspberries and sunlight and tender grass. It was summer and everything was more beautiful than any picture she had carried with her ... There had never been a place in the world as beautiful as Minnesota.
Ann Patchett
