Grass Quotes - Page 5

There's not another drug in life that I'm glad I took but grass.

Nothing is more pleasant to the eye than green grass kept finely shorn.

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it.

I can't sit on grass without a blanket.

Remember that "Help us grow this grass" is a far more effective sign than "Keep off the grass".

A utopian future for the Internet could be secured if the heavy-duty influencers - and the grassroots influencers tweeting along - can create a new global organization peopled with defenders of Internet freedom.

I was never into the Bluegrass, Bill Monroe and stuff like that.

I was always a 'grass is greener' kind of guy.

I love the long grass coming up to meet the willows.

The dirt was OK, but once you hit the grass... Wet grass is slippery

Grass probably helped me as much as it hurt me. Especially as a performer.

The fulness of the godhead dwelt in every blade of grass.

It was so much fun playing simple American bluegrass. I got to meet Doc Watson.

Bluegrass is wonderful music. I'm glad I originated it.

The beautiful uncut hair of graves.

I lean and loaf at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass.

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, / The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won

And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.

The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual.

Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost.

I know I am deathless…We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.

I wear my hat as I please, indoors or out.

There will never be any more perfection than there is now.

The English tourist in American literature wants above all things something different from what he has at home. For this reason the one American writer whom the English whole-heartedly admire is Walt Whitman. There, you will hear them say, is the real American undisguised. In the whole of English literature there is no figure which resembles his - among all our poetry none in the least comparable to Leaves of Grass

We pick up the lost bits and pieces, from the grass where we left them, and bring them with us into a future that will be made up of so much more as well.