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Long Grass Quotes

The air was cold to the lungs, the long grass dripping wet, and the herbs on it gave out their spiced astringent scent. In a little while on all sides the Cicada would begin to sing. The grass was me , and the air, the

The air was cold to the lungs, the long grass dripping wet, and the herbs on it gave out their spiced astringent scent. In a little while on all sides the Cicada would begin to sing. The grass was me , and the air, the distant invisible mountains were me, the tired oxen were me. I breathed with the slight night-wind in the thorn trees.

Isak Dinesen
Tired, Night, Long Grass
Isak Dinesen (1938). “Out of Africa”

Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Eye, Blow, Long Grass
Edna St Vincent, Edna St. Vincent Millay (2013). “The Edna St. Vincent Millay Collection”, p.155, eBookIt.com

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

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

Jilly Cooper
Long Grass, Long, Grass

He had had a severe shock some weeks earlier, when, having narrowly failed to capture a large grey-brown hare for his dinner, it had stopped at the edge of the forest, looked at him with disdain, and said, 'Well, I hope you're proud of yourself, that's all,' and had scampered off into the long grass

Neil Gaiman
Long Grass, Forests, Proud
Neil Gaiman (2007). “Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess's Stardust: Being a Romance Within the Realms of Faerie”, Vertigo

I sat on the hill, the wind whispering through the long grass that surrounded me. I stared at the stars and wanted more than what I was and more than what the world was and just - wanted.

Maggie Stiefvater
Stars, Long Grass, Wind

Katsa watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place and then another. It rose and fell and rose again. It flowed, like water.

Kristin Cashore
Moving, Long Grass, Wind
Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.128, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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