Grass is the forgiveness of nature - her constant benediction. Forests decay, harvests perish, flowers vanish, but grass is immortal...Its tenacious fibers… — John James Ingalls Copy Share Image
There was scarcely a woman alive, it seemed, who could resist the urge to haul men down onto beds, car seats, kitchen… — Russell Baker Copy Share Image
All flesh is grass. and all its glory fades Like the fair flower dishevell'd in the wind; Riches have wings, and grandeur… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Details of the many walks I made along the crest have blurred, now, into a pleasing tapestry of grass and space and… — Colin Fletcher Copy Share Image
I never hit a shot, not even in practice, without having a very sharp, in-focus picture of it in my head. It's… — Jack Nicklaus Copy Share Image
“Want to see the rock? Want to lay on it naked, and feel me in you, beneath the pinwheel stars, while the… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Of course the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. Why do you think the neighbors put up the… — Teresa Bloomingdale Copy Share Image
All things such as grass and trees are soft and supple in life. At their death they are withered and dry. — Laozi Copy Share Image
Today can be the Best Day of Your Life So Far. And it will be if you choose to see everything in… — Neale Donald Walsch Copy Share Image
Everyone had their own machete. Because that's how you cut grass in Africa. There were no lawn mowers. We had to tend… — Kemi Badenoch Copy Share Image
Humans! They lived in a world where the grass continued to be green and the sun rose every day and flowers regularly… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
My weekends are spent hidden in the woods, and then I have to come back and pretend to be this very upper-crust… — Hilarie Burton Copy Share Image
There are some things that are real, that you can see, that you can observe, like the moon, and grass and things.… — Jane Campion Copy Share Image
Somehow the killing of the giant spider, all alone by himself in the dark without the help of the wizard or the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure; And spring comes green again to trees and grasses Where petals have been… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The gentle rain which waters my beans and keeps me in the house today is not drear and melancholy, but good for… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
We are here for what amounts to a few/hours,/a day at most./We feel around making sense of the terrain,/our own new limbs,/Bumping… — Tracy K. Smith Copy Share Image
The monstropolous beast had left his bed. The two hundred miles a hour wind had loosed his chains. He seized hold of… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the… — Archibald MacLeish Copy Share Image
Women like poetry. A soft word in their ears and they melt - a grease spot on the grass. — Mary Ann Shaffer Copy Share Image
But isn't the knowledge that comes from experience more valuable than the knowledge that doesn't? It seems fairly obvious to some of… — Benjamin Hoff Copy Share Image
Until man duplicates a blade of grass, nature can laugh at his so-called scientific knowledge. Remedies from chemicals will never stand in… — Thomas A. Edison Copy Share Image
