Grass Quotes

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George Carlin
“I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It's so fuckin' heroic.”
George Carlin

John Lubbock
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”
John Lubbock, The Use Of Life

Maud Hart Lovelace
“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”
Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib

Sanober  Khan
“in the afterglow
of an evening rain

i lay down
in the grass
and think of you

my body aches
like an after-kiss

breaking in soft fires
and wildflowers

my dear,
i will always be
this tender for you.”
Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos

Walt Whitman
“A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more
than he.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green
stuff woven.

Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt,
Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see
and remark, and say Whose?

Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the

Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones,
Growing among black folks as among white,
Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I
receive them the same.

And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.

Tenderly will I use you curling grass,
It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,
It may be if I had known them I would have loved them,
It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out
of their mothers' laps,
And here you are the mothers' laps.

This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers,
Darker than the colorless beards of old men,
Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.

O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues,
And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for


What do you think has become of the young and old men?
And what do you think has become of the women and children?

They are alive and well somewhere,
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the
end to arrest it,
And ceas'd the moment life appear'd.

All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.”
Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

“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, Graceling

Lisa Ann Sandell
“Somewhere, things must be beautiful and vivid. Somewhere else, life has to be beautiful and vivid and rich. Not like this muted palette -a pale blue bedroom, washed out sunny sky, dull green yellow brown of the fields. Here, I know ever twist of every road, every blade of grass, every face in this town, and I am suffocating.”
Lisa Ann Sandell, A Map of the Known World

Dejan Stojanovic
“Get close to grass and you’ll see a star.”
Dejan Stojanovic, The Sun Watches the Sun

John Crowley
“There was after all no mystery in the end of love, no mystery but the mystery of love itself, which was large certainly but as real as grass, as natural and unaccountable as bloom and branch and their growth.”
John Crowley, Little, Big

A.E. Housman
“Stone, steel, dominions pass,
Faith too, no wonder;
So leave alone the grass
That I am under.”
A.E. Housman, More Poems

Roddy Doyle
“We parked our bikes on verges so they could graze.”
Roddy Doyle, Paddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha

Vera Nazarian
“In the plains the grass grows tall, since there is no one to cut it. There is no one to water it either.”
Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

Daphne du Maurier
“The children had had an argument once about whether there was more grass in the world or more sand, and Roger said that of course there must be more sand because of under the sea; in every ocean all over the world there would be sand, if you looked deep down. But there could be grass too, argued Deborah, a waving grass, a grass that nobody had ever seen, and the colour of that ocean grass would be darker than any grass on the surface of the world, in fields or prairies or people's gardens in America. It would be taller than tress and it would move like corn in the wind. ("The Pool”
Daphne du Maurier, Echoes from the Macabre: Selected Stories

Walt Whitman
“Song of myself
A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green
stuff woven.

Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt,
Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see
and remark, and say Whose?

Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.”
Walt Whitman

Elizabeth George Speare
“She and Prudence sat on a cool grassy carpet. A pale green curtain of branches just brushed the grasses and threw a filigree of shadows, as delicate as the wrought silver, on the child’s face.”
Elizabeth George Speare, The Witch of Blackbird Pond

Bai Juyi

The grass is spreading out across the plain,
Each year, it dies, then flourishes again.
It's burnt but not destroyed by prairie fires,
When spring winds blow they bring it back to life.
Afar, its scent invades the ancient road,
Its emerald green overruns the ruined town.
Again I see my noble friend depart,
I find I'm crowded full of parting's feelings.”
Bai Juyi

“There is nothing quite like the smell of rain on a grass field after a sunny spell.”
Fuad Alakbarov

Peter Ackroyd
“He saw the sunlight leave the grass like an eye suddenly closed.”
Peter Ackroyd, Hawksmoor

Maggie Alderson
“Then there is my current reality, the smells that are constants in my life: lemon slices and fresh ginger, the sharp tannin and milky contrast of builder's tea, and the slightly sickly green scent of freshly cut flower stems. And not forgetting the classic ingredients of the chypre base of so many of my favorite perfumes- bergamot, oakmoss, patchouli and labdanum (rock rose)- which I'm finding so reassuring in this time of transition.”
Maggie Alderson, The Scent of You

Mehmet Murat ildan
“A walk you made by disappearing amongst the green grasses is always richer than a walk you make amongst the green emeralds!”
Mehmet Murat ildan

Alix E. Harrow
“My feet stopped their churning only once they realized the dirt beneath them had turned to laid-over grasses. I found myself in a lonely, overgrown field beneath a sky so blue it reminded me of the tiles my father brought back from Persia: a majestic, world-swallowing blue you could fall into. Tall, rust-colored grasses rolled beneath it, and a few scattered cedars spiraled up toward it.
Something in the shape of the scene- the rich smell of dry cedar in the sun, the grass swaying against the sky like a tigress in orange and blue- made me want to curl into the dry stems like a fawn waiting for her mother. I waded deeper, wandering, letting my hands trail through the frilled tops of wild grains.”
Alix E. Harrow, The Ten Thousand Doors of January

Delia Owens
“Why're you painting grass?" he asked one day in her kitchen.
"I'm painting their flowers."
He laughed. "Grass doesn't have flowers."
"Of course they do. See those blossoms. They're tiny, but beautiful. Each grass species has a different flower or inflorescence.”
Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“And we will lie down on the ground and have conversations with the grasses and the flowers.”
Avijeet Das

Awdhesh Singh
“As most people are unhappy in the world, they find the grass to be greener on the other side of the fence, without knowing that possibly the person on the other side of the fence is looking at them, and the grass on their side, with the same feelings.”
Awdhesh Singh, 31 Ways to Happiness

Penelope Lively
“So far as I am concerned the difference between men and women is that men are interested in cutting grass and women are not. I actually prefer a daisy-sprinkled lawn; Jack, of course, wanted meticulous stripes.”
Penelope Lively, Life in the Garden

Craig D. Lounsbrough
“We gather up a few thin blades of meadow grass and call them the meadow, when the meadow itself rolls off to horizons that escape our view.”
Craig D. Lounsbrough, The Eighth Page: A Christmas Journey

“It is the Lion, not the Deer, that hides in the grass!

तुम शेर हो यक़ीनन ख़ौफ़ खाओगे;
हम हिरण ख़ौफ़ पीछे छोड़ आए हैं”
Vineet Raj Kapoor

Jaroslav Hašek
“All flesh is as grass and all the glory of man is as the flower of grass”
Jaroslav Hašek, The Good Soldier Švejk

“Sure seems like you understand Pokémon real well. This is gonna be a doozy of a battle! I’ll have to Dynamax my Pokémon if I want to win!”
Gym Leader Milo

Holly Ringland

Meaning: Dangerous pleasures
Triodia | Central Australia

Tjanpi (Pit.) is a tough, spiky grass dominating much of Australia's interior red sand country, thriving on the poorest, most arid soils the desert has to offer. Tussock-forming, its roots go deep, often as far down as three meters. Certain types are used by Anangu to make a resin adhesive.
Holly Ringland, The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart

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