Top 1200 Blades Of Grass Quotes & Sayings - Page 5

There hath grown no grass on my heels since I went hence.

I suppose every poet has his own private mythology. Maybe he's unaware of it. People tell me that I have evolved a private mythology of tigers, of blades, of labyrinths, and I"m unaware of the fact this is so. My readers are finding it all the time. But I think perhaps that is the duty of poet.

Trees have judicial standing, and probably grass too.

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

His fingers slide into my hair, and I hold on to his arms to stay steady as we press together like two blades at a stalemate. He is stronger than anyone I know, and warmer than anyone else realizes; he is a secret that I have kept, and will keep for the rest of my life.

Get close to grass and you’ll see a star.

You can't slow the game here. It's grass, it's always going to be fast.

The grass isn't always greener on the other side!

The grass is always greener over the septic tank.

At the end of the day, you have to go out on the grass and perform.

If the grass looks greener on the other side, it is probably astroturf.

A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides

Green grass grows where dry desert ends.

Make sure you cut the grass low so the snakes show

Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life.

The street's alive as secret debts are paid, Contacts made, they vanished unseen. Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades Hustling for the record machine. The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands That face off against each other out in the street, down in Jungleland.

A storm breaks trees. It only bends grass.

He was in love with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass.

The grass is always greener once you don't have to mow a lawn anymore.

I like to garden, particularly mowing grass.

Wherever the Turkish hoof trods, no grass grows.

The morning paper is just as necessary for an American as dew is to the grass.

I'm thankful to be breathing, on this side of the grass. Whatever comes, comes.

Finally a Spanish girl can play on grass.

The heart of a grass-roots campaign is the ownership.

I like the grass roots people the most.

It is very hard for me to switch from clay to grass.

The rapidly spinning blades of wind turbines act like an apex predator that big birds never evolved to deal with. And because big birds have much lower reproductive rates than small birds, their deaths have a far greater impact on the overall population of the species.

'Spiritual' sounds like you worship the grass.

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

Just a little rain falling all around The grass lifts its head to the heavenly sound Just a little rain, just a little rain What have they done to the rain? Just a little boy standing in the rain The gentle rain that falls for years And the grass is gone and the boy disappears And the rain keeps falling like helpless tears And what have they done to the rain? Just a little breeze out of the sky The leaves nod their heads as the breeze blows by Just a little breeze with some smoke in its eye And what have they done to the rain?

Angry Black White Boy is bananas! Actually, it's a banana split with razor blades in it. Adam Mansbach is the white Richard Wright, and Angry Black White Boy is our generation's Native Son.

What the younger generation didn't understand was that the grass was greenest where it's watered.

There, where I have passed, the grass will never grow gain.

He sprang from the grass roots of the country clubs of America.

Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be.

I'm a big fan of grass. It definitely suits my game.

To kill the grass you must also remove the root

I had become so quiet and so small in the grass by the pond that I was barely noticeable, hardly there... I sat there watching their living room shining out of the dark beside the pond. It looked like a fairy tale functioning happily in the post-World War II gothic of America before television crippled the imagination of America and turned people indoors and away from living out their own fantasies with dignity... Anyway, I just kept getting smaller and smaller beside the pond, more and more unnoticed in the darkening summer grass until I disappeared into the 32 years that have passed since then.

We are a nation of sheep, and someone else owns the grass.

A sporting track doesn't always mean that it will only have grass on it.

Mother cow expects from us nothing but grass and grain.

Mikhail Youzhny likes the grass and has plenty of weapons to hurt you with.

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

The grass is always greener when it's covered in money.

I like grass, I enjoy it and it suits my game.

Everyone always thinks the grass is greener. That's sports.

The grass is always greener around the fire hydrant.

Peering down into the water where the morning sun fashioned wheels of light, coronets fanwise in which lay trapped each twig, each grain of sediment, long flakes and blades of light in the dusty water sliding away like optic strobes where motes sifted and spun.

Parks are but pavement disguised with a growth of grass.

Lame blades can dull relatively quickly, so after slashing several loaves the blade won't slice through the dough with tremendous ease. (When this happens, don't throw it away - it's still sharp enough to score duck or pork skin, or shave paper-thin slices of garlic and chives, like a hot knife through butter).

No matter who you are, the grass is never greener on the other side.

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

Remember, the grass is always greener where you don't happen to be the neighbor.

She scissored the curls away, and - toms, grow easily sentimental over their haircuts, but I remember this sensation very vividly - it was not like she was cutting hair, it was as if I had a pair of wings beneath my shoulder-blades, that the flesh had all grown over, and she was slicing free.

I love tennis, but I just don't like grass.

I guess the grass is always greener elsewhere.

Some kids are so depressed at home and with how people treat them in school that they cut themselves. This happens all over the world - kids who don't want to kill themselves, but nobody understands how much they hurt, so they cut themselves with razor blades.

Flailing and thrashing, Buttercup wept and tossed and paced and wept some more, and there have been three great cases of jealousy since David of Galilee was first afflicted with the emotion when he could no longer stand the fact that his neighbor Saul's cactus outshone his own. (Originally, jealousy pertained solely to plants, other people's cactus or ginkgoes, or, later, when there was grass, grass, which is why, even to this day, we say that someone is green with jealousy.) Buttercup's case rated a close fourth on the all-time list. It was a very long and very green night.

Probably one or two moments in your whole life you will hear a dark whispering spirit, a voice coming from the center of things. It will have blades for lips and will not stop until it speaks the one secret thing at the heart of it all. Kneeling on the floor, unable to stop shuddering, I heard it plainly. It said, You are unlovable.