Grass Quotes
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You know how they say the grass is always greener on the other side? It is greener, because you're not there. And if you go you'll trample it and leave dirty footprints and probably spill something poisonous.
Ekaterina Sedia
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He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
William Shakespeare
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“It was the beginning of June; summer was arising out of spring, like an aloe from a field of grass.”
Gabriele D'Annunzio
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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
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The warm green of the grass, sprinkled with flowers of many hues, is a carpet whereon we walk with noiseless tread.
William Wendt
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In Nature there is no dirt, everything is in the right condition; the swamp and the worm, as well as the grass and the bird,-all is there for itself.
Berthold Auerbach
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Do not be troubled because you have not great virtues. God made a million spears of grass where He made one tree. The earth is fringed and carpeted, not with forests, but with grasses. Only have enough of little virtues and common fidelities, and you need not mourn because you are neither a hero or a saint.
Henry Ward Beecher
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I like to think how easily Nature will absorb London as she absorbed the mastodon, setting her spiders to spin the winding-sheet and her worms to fill in the grave, and her grass to cover it pitifully up, adding flowers - as an unknown hand added them to the grave of Nero.
Edward Thomas
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Utilizing a unique acoustic blend never heard previously, the Aaron O’Rourke Trio has made a fine debut recording that is sure to please old and new grass fans alike.
David Grisman
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I used to lie down on the grass and draw the blades as they grew - until every square foot of meadow, or mossy bank, became a possession to me.
John Ruskin
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The dragon is withered, His bones are now crumbled; His armour is shivered, His splendour is humbled! 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, And elves are yet singing Come! Tra-la-la-lally! Come back to the valley!
J. R. R. Tolkien
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When she walked...she stretched out long and thin like a little tiger, and held her head high to look over the grass as if she were treading the jungle.
Sarah Orne Jewett
