A Song of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms - a song… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I have once more taken up things that can't be done: water with grasses weaving on the bottom. But I'm always tackling… — Claude Monet Copy Share Image
After Nicholas hung up the phone, he watched his mother carry buckets and garden tools across the couch grass toward a bed… — Stephen M. Irwin Copy Share Image
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
I love being in the woods, when I can just walk barefoot in the grass and just sit down and breathe. I… — Jessie Reyez Copy Share Image
The miracle of light pours over the green and brown expanse of saw grass and of water, shining and slowly moving, the… — Marjory Stoneman Douglas Copy Share Image
If the grass on the other side of the fence is greener, try watering your side. — Ernie J Zelinski Copy Share Image
It seems hopeless, hopeless. Those who eat meat [at public expense] are a mean, selfish lot, and so the country is doomed.… — Yoshida Shoin Copy Share Image
We were in Greenville, South Carolina, where he lived, and he was coming the next day to the show, but he passed… — Bret Michaels Copy Share Image
Such a morning it is when love leans through geranium windows and calls with a cockerel's tongue. When red-haired girls scamper like… — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
Were we closer to the ground as children, or is the grass emptier now? — Alan Bennett Copy Share Image
Imagine an eye unruled by man-made laws of perspective, an eye unprejudiced by compositional logic, an eye which does not respond to… — Stan Brakhage Copy Share Image
Saturday night in Toledo Ohio, Is like being nowhere at all, All through the day how the hours rush by, You sit… — John Denver Copy Share Image
Our respect for the dead, when they are just dead, is something wonderful, and the way we show it more wonderful still.… — John Ruskin Copy Share Image
The mind that thought of light, heavy, grey, yellow, still, swift, also conceived of magic that would make heavy things light and… — J. R. R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
As her sons have seen her: the mother in patriarchy: controlling, erotic, castrating, heart-suffering, guilt-ridden, and guilt-provoking; a marble brow, a huge… — Adrienne Rich Copy Share Image
You'd think that would have been forgotten long ago. But no, no sooner has a little grass grown over it than some… — Kerstin Gier Copy Share Image
I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will also be necessary to bend down to… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
Don't tell me about the world. Not today. It's springtime and they're knocking baseball around fields where the grass is damp and… — Pete Hamill Copy Share Image
How strange and wonderful is our home, our earth, with its swirling vaporous atmosphere, its flowing and frozen liquids, its trembling plants,… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
Well, duh. You're cuter than she is." He said it like he might say, Grass is green or, Gravity works. Something warm… — Lilith Saintcrow Copy Share Image
“Let the grass die. I let almost all of my indoor plants die from neglect while I was writing the book. There… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Of all the everyday plants of the earth, grass is the least pretentious and the most important to mankind. It clothes the… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
Everything dies, from the smallest blade of grass to the biggest galaxy. — Stephen R. Donaldson Copy Share Image
