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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• I love the smell of freshly cut grass. It takes me back to summers in Maine.

  

  Rachel Nichols
  • Smell
  • Grass
  • Summers

• Mangroves, salt marshes and sea grass lock away carbon at up to five times the rate of tropical forests.

  

  Frances Beinecke
  • Up
  • Sea
  • Grass

• I'm a millionaire, but I cut the grass. And each time I cut it, it's my grass. And that is satisfying.

  

  Chuck Berry
  • Time
  • Cutting
  • Grass

• The worst place to be is in the middle. When elephants fight, the grass gets trampled.

  

  Andrew Vachss
  • Fighting
  • Worst
  • Middle

• Anyone who watches golf on television would enjoy watching the grass grow on the greens.

  

  Andy Rooney
  • Funny
  • Enjoy
  • Golf

• In the next century it will be the early mechanical bird which get the first plastic worm out of the artificial grass.

  

  Bill Vaughan
  • Firsts
  • Bird
  • Century

• I have seen lightning light fires in the long grass ahead of me as I have ridden. No wonder the Aborigines tremble when the sky rumbles!

  

  R. M. Williams
  • Light
  • Grass
  • Fires

• Personal columnists are jackals and no jackal has been known to live on grass once he had learned about meat - no matter who killed the meat for him.

  

  Ernest Hemingway
  • Matter
  • Grass
  • Columnists

• Until man duplicates a blade of grass, nature can laugh at his so called scientific knowledge.

  

  Thomas A. Edison
  • Grass
  • Blade
  • Duplicates

• Between the wolf in the tall grass and the wolf in the tall story there is a shimmering go-between. That go-between, that prism, is the art of literature.

  

  Vladimir Nabokov
  • Writing
  • Art
  • Literature

• I let go of all desire for the common good, and the good becomes as common as the grass.

  

  Lao Tzu
  • Desire
  • Common
  • Grass

• The wall is silence, the grass is sleep, Tall trees of peace their vigil keep, And the Fairy of Dreams with moth-wings furled. Plays soft on her flute to the drowsy world.

  

  Ida Rentoul Outhwaite
  • Sleep
  • Silence
  • Grass

• 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
  • Nature
  • Growing
  • Grass

• O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn; And the morn Rises from the slumbrous mass.

  

  William Blake
  • Earth
  • Grass
  • Rises

• Wherever the Turkish hoof trods, no grass grows.

  

  Victor Hugo
  • Grass
  • Turkish
  • Trods

• No one thinks of winter when the grass is green.

  

  Rudyard Kipling
  • Winter
  • Thinks
  • Grass

• 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
  • Power
  • Magic
  • Lead

• The power that makes grass grow, fruit ripen, and guides the bird in flight is in us all.

  

  Anzia Yezierska
  • Bird
  • Fruit
  • Flight

• Most unfortunately, in the lives of puppets there is always a 'but' that spoils everything.

  

  Carlo Collodi
  • Everything
  • Lives
  • Puppets

• An artist paints his own reality.

  

  Ernie Barnes
  • Reality
  • Artist
  • Paints

• I don't read for plot, a story 'about' this or that. There must be some kind of philosophical depth rendered into the language, something happening.

  

  Rachel Kushner
  • Kind
  • Language
  • Story

• But the words she spoke of Mrs Harris, lambs could not forgive ... nor worms forget.

  

  Charles Dickens
  • Forget
  • Forgive
  • Lambs

• Hendrix inspired me, but I was still more into Wes Montgomery. I was also into the Allman Brothers around the time of those albums.

  

  Ritchie Blackmore Blackmore's Night
  • Brother
  • Inspired
  • Stills

• 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
  • Grass
  • Blades