Grass Quotes
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Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
The solemn hour of midnight
Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,
But most where trees are sending
Their breezy boughs on high,
Or stooping low are lending
A shelter from the sky.
And there in those wild bowers
A lovely form is laid;
Green grass and dew-steeped flowers
Wave gently round her head.
Emily Bronte
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I want to lie down on the bench then, or better yet, on the grass, rest on something living and see if I can hear the dead underneath.
Elizabeth Scott
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The old adage tells us that the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, but the math tells us why: the unknown has a chance of being better, even if we actually expect it to be no different, or if it’s just as likely to be worse.
Brian Christian
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We say of the oak, How grand of girth! Of the willow we say, How slender! And yet to the soft grass clothing the earth How slight is the praise we render.
Edgar Fawcett
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The power that makes grass grow, fruit ripen, and guides the bird in flight is in us all.
Anzia Yezierska
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Take clear water with grass waving at the bottom. It's wonderful to look at, but to try to paint it is enough to make one insane.
Claude Monet
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I let go of all desire for the common good, and the good becomes as common as the grass.
Lao Tzu
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I didn't want to sit and watch the grass grow my whole life. So I moved to Miami.
Brooke Hogan
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I know the colour rose, and it is lovely, But not when it ripens in a tumour; And healing greens, leaves and grass, so springlike, In limbs that fester are not springlike.
Dannie Abse
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It is the retention by twentieth-century, Atom-Age men of the Neolithic point of view that says: You stay in your village and I will stay in mine. If your sheep eat our grass we will kill you, or we may kill you anyhow to get all the grass for our own sheep. Anyone who tries to make us change our ways is a witch and we will kill him. Keep out of our village.
Carleton S. Coon
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It is no discredit to Walt Whitman that he wrote Leaves of Grass, only that he did not burn it afterwards.
Thomas Wentworth Higginson
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She bought seeds and raided nurseries and mulched and composted and spent full days with her hands full of earth, coaxing life our of the dry, dull grass my father had spent years pushing a mower over.
Sarah Dessen