Simone de Beauvoir Quotes
Insects were scurrying about in the shade cast by the grass, and the lawn was a huge monotonous forest of thousands of little green blades, all equal, all alike, hiding the world from each other. Anguished, she thought, "I don't want to be just another blade of grass."
Simone de Beauvoir
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The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing, You hear it now, if e'er you can.
William Wordsworth
O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn; And the morn Rises from the slumbrous mass.
William Blake
Wherever the Turkish hoof trods, no grass grows.
Victor Hugo
No one thinks of winter when the grass is green.
Rudyard Kipling
The mind that thought of light, heavy, grey, yellow, still, swift, also conceived of magic that would make heavy things light and able to fly, turn grey lead into yellow gold, and the still rock into a swift water. If it could do the one, it could do the other; it inevitably did both. When we can take green from grass, blue from heaven, and red from blood, we have already an enchanter's power.
J. R. R. Tolkien
Ball is made of leather, leather comes from cows, cows eat grass, and there is where the ball must be.
Alfredo Di Stefano
To have someone like Clint Eastwood come along and shoot your first draft as written is just any screenwriter's dream. And Clint is very straightforward. If it's good enough to get his attention, it's good enough to produce.
J. Michael Straczynski
You can always make a lot of people love one another so long as there are a smaller number outside the group for them to kick.
Sigmund Freud
I'm trapped inside of me and I don't go out at all. I go to bed at eight o'clock at night. I never go out during the week. I'm in psychotherapy four days a week, pretty heavy commitment to it.
Howard Stern
Experientially there is only one religion, and it is shamanism and shamanic ecstasy.
Terence McKenna
I'm not a pop act, churning stuff out really quickly. I find the music that arises from that style of working is distracted, not particularly profound.
Paloma Faith
Insects were scurrying about in the shade cast by the grass, and the lawn was a huge monotonous forest of thousands of little green blades, all equal, all alike, hiding the world from each other. Anguished, she thought, "I don't want to be just another blade of grass."
Simone de Beauvoir
