In this twentieth century, to stop rushing around, to sit quietly on the grass, to switch off the world and come back… — Frederick Franck Copy Share Image
“I had a dream about you. You was a crocodile and i was always looking for you with fear. Your teeth were… — Kattie Belgar Copy Share Image
I settled at Cold Mountain long ago Already it seems like ages Wandering free I roam the woods and streams Lingering to… — Hanshan Copy Share Image
“And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves." "So grass is death too-it grows out of our buried… — John Green Copy Share Image
Even if it means oblivion, friends, I'll welcome it, because it won't be nothing. We'll be alive again in a thousand blades… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
I recall feeling an almost delicious terror when one day I found myself alone in the midst of tall June grasses that… — Pierre Loti Copy Share Image
He had had a severe shock some weeks earlier, when, having narrowly failed to capture a large grey-brown hare for his dinner,… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
I've seen couples that were having a hard times sexually try cannabis and have it just open their vibes until they were… — Stephen Gaskin Copy Share Image
I've always tried to keep in mind that I'm in grass-roots country and I'm grass-roots-born and -reared. I don't use the so-called… — Jack Brickhouse Copy Share Image
I don't believe in taking much of a divot, especially with the longer irons. You want to barely comb the grass through… — Moe Norman Copy Share Image
