This soft grass suggests 'softness' to me, but also at the same time 'lying-down-ness'. — Louise Rennison Copy Share Image
I'm thankful to be breathing, on this side of the grass. Whatever comes, comes. — Ron Perlman Copy Share Image
I didn't want to sit and watch the grass grow my whole life. So I moved to Miami. — Brooke Hogan Copy Share Image
I think it's not very enjoyable for me to move on grass and play because I'm thinking too much! — Gael Monfils Copy Share Image
I do not fear grassy tracks. Whether there is grass or not on the wicket, I am not worried. — Harbhajan Singh Copy Share Image
Direct me gods, whose changes are all holy, To where it flickers deep in grass, the moly. — Thom Gunn Copy Share Image
I saw a vegetarian wearing a furry coat. so I looked closer. it was made of grass. — Steven Wright Copy Share Image
The older, thinner, and less productive grass lands, however, frequently can be made to produce much larger yields of feed in corn… — David F. Houston Copy Share Image
It had been startling and disappointing to me to find out that story books had been written by people, that books were… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
We are bombarded with reasons to stay inside: we're afraid of mosquitoes because of West Nile and grass because of pesticides and… — Nancy Gibbs Copy Share Image
It certainly helped just having acres and acres of green grass, a back lawn where there's goal posts and plenty of siblings… — Beauden Barrett Copy Share Image
The grass in not greener on the other side refers to the way we tend to look at other people's lives and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The most beautiful, the most spirited and the most inspiring creature ever to print foot on the grasses of America. — J. Frank Dobie Copy Share Image
Morning: Slept. Afternoon: Slept. Evening: Ate grass. Night: Ate grass. Decided grass is boring. Scratched. Hard to reach the itchy bits. Slept. — Jackie French Copy Share Image
There is not one blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make men rejoice. — John Calvin Copy Share Image
Man feels and ponders death as though it were the end, when in fact death is merely the continuation of life. It… — Janusz Korczak Copy Share Image
It is enough to be responsible for ensuring that our people have the opportunity to graze in the rich grass of God's… — T. D. Jakes Copy Share Image
It gives one a sudden start in going down a barren, stoney street, to see upon a narrow strip of grass, just… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
It's said that when we die, the four elements - earth, air, fire and water - dissolve one by one, each into… — Pema Chodron Copy Share Image
Removing the weeds, putting fresh soil about the bean stems, and encouraging this weed which I had sown, making the yellow soil… — Henry David Thoreau 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
A narrow pond would form in the orchard, water clear as air covering grass and black leaves and fallen branches, all around… — Marilynne Robinson Copy Share Image
The golfer has more enemies than any other athlete. He has fourteen clubs in his bag, all of them different; 18 holoes… — Dan Jenkins Copy Share Image
Through neglect, ignorance, or inability, the new intellectual Borgias cram hairballs down our throats and refuse us the convulsion that could make… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
I wonder from these thousand of "me's", which one am I? Listen to my cry, do not drown my voice I am… — Rumi Copy Share Image
It had nothing to do with gear or footwear or the backpacking fads or philosophies of any particular era or even with… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“The crags of the mountain were ruthless in the moon; cold, deadly and shining. Distance had no meaning. The tangled glittering of… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
I would I were alive again To kiss the fingers of the rain, To drink into my eyes the shine Of every… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
When death comes, we take off our clothes and gather everything we left behind: what is dark, broken, touched with shame. When… — Linda Gregg Copy Share Image
Summer is a prodigal of joy. The grass Swarms with delighted insects as I pass, And crowds of grasshoppers at every stride… — John Clare Copy Share Image
