Top 25 Grass Quotes of 118 - Page 4

There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the grass.

There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the grass.

Wind, Dawn, Grass

Archibald MacLeish (1985). “Collected Poems, 1917-1982”, p.41, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

We're just blades of grass, and when we go, we go, we never come back; one life . . . maybe that's true. But I tend to believe that this is not all there is. Because my life has been like a shadow of something deeper. And I've experienced that many times.

Anthony Hopkins

Believe, Shadow, Blades Of Grass

There's a snake lurking in the grass.

Virgil

Philosophical, Snakes, Grass

Eclogues, 3.93.

The moment the average golfer attempts to play from long grass or a bunker or from a difficult lie of any kind, he becomes a digger instead of a swinger.

Bobby Jones

Lying, Golf, Long Grass

Make sure you cut the grass low so the snakes show

Banky W.

Cutting, Snakes, Grass

And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.

Walt Whitman

Sympathy, Funeral, Leaves Of Grass

Walt Whitman (2009). “The Americanness of Walt Whitman”, p.41, Wildside Press LLC

I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.

Walt Whitman

Mistake, Usual, Leaves Of Grass

Walt Whitman (2016). “Song of Myself: With a Complete Commentary”, p.131, University of Iowa Press

Wherever the Turkish hoof trods, no grass grows.

Victor Hugo

Grass, Turkish, Grows

Every blade of grass has its Angel that bends over it and whispers, "Grow, grow." - The Talmud

Sapphire

Angel, Blades, Grass

Sapphire (1996). “Push: A Novel”, Vintage

Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.

Edith Wharton

Time, Age, Leaves Of Grass

Everybody always thinks the grass is always greener.

Patrick Ewing

Thinking, Grass, Grass Is Always Greener

The grass isn't always greener on the other side. I start off kind of in love and then I leave love and I'm single.

Miguel

Sides, Kind, Grass

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HELPED are those who lose their fear of death; theirs is the power to envision the future in a blade of grass.

Alice Walker

Fear Of Death, Blades, Grass

Alice Walker (2013). “We Are the Ones We Have Been Waiting for: Inner Light in a Time of Darkness”, p.91, The New Press

I used my imagination to make the grass whatever color I wanted it to be.

Whoopi Goldberg

Color, Imagination, Grass

deep in the meadow , under the willow , a bed of grass , a soft green pillow

Suzanne Collins

Bed, Green, Grass

Suzanne Collins (2008). “The Hunger Games”, p.234, Scholastic Inc.

What a benediction is this fragrance of the early morning! The vernal grass fills the whole atmosphere as with a shower of sweetness.

Sarah Smiley

Morning, Atmosphere, Grass

Enthusiasm is a volcano on whose top never grows the grass of hesitation.

Khalil Gibran

Volcanoes, Enthusiasm, Grass

When the wind blows,the grass bends.

Confucius

Blow, Wind, Grass

David L. Hall, Confucius, Roger T. Ames (1987). “Thinking Through Confucius”, p.169, SUNY Press

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

Alexander Smith

Grass, Forgetful, Grows

Alexander Smith (1909). “The Poetical Works of Alexander Smith”

How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!

William Shakespeare

Looks, Green, Grass

William Shakespeare (1858). “Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems”

Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?

Walt Whitman

Desire, Leaves Of Grass, Speak

Walt Whitman (2013). “Walt Whitman: Selected Poems 1855-1892”, p.258, St. Martin's Press

I say to mankind, Be not curious about God. For I, who am curious about each, am not curious about God - I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.

Walt Whitman

God, Leaves Of Grass, Curious

Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.79, NYU Press