Moon Quote by Virginia Woolf

“And then, as I watched the sheep peacefully nibbling the grass, it came to me that Hyde Park has never belonged to any London…

— Dodie Smith

“My woodland lair was beautiful: a clearing that was green with life. It smelt of summer and rain and newness. It was patterned with…

— Gillian Philip

“Each day the sun shone, the birds lingered, though the trees were turning, purely out of habit, and their rose and yellow and rust…

— Elizabeth Enright

“The sound of carriage wheels and horses was faint,seeming more distant than they actually were. Drops of water clung to the wool of my…

— Alyxandra Harvey

“It was rainy, trees leafing out, spring deepening into summer; and the forlorn cry of horns on the street, the dank smell of the…

— Donna Tartt

“We shove the dirt over the book, tamping down the disturbed soil. The grass will grow back soon enough. It will be for us…

— John Green

“expelled from the garden.”

— N.T. Wright

“What long-dead face makes here the grass so green? On what earth-buried bosom do we lean? Ah! love, when we in turn are grass…

— Richard Le Gallienne

“The idea is like grass. It craves light, likes crowds, thrives on crossbreeding, grows better for being stepped on.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin

“on a bike ride through the Surrey Lanes, pedalling in my cotton dress through the hot fields blushing with poppies, freewheeling down a sudden…

— Chris Cleave

“He liked seeing the world through her eyes. The night, to him, was rather ordinary, overlaid with London's crowded odors and a damp that…

— Sherry Thomas

“People, her people at least, were always chasing shattered hopes. A father gazing down on dead soil, with a brood of hollow-cheeked children sitting…

— A Cruel Harvest