Remember, the grass is always greener where you don't happen to be the neighbor.
Happy is the man who loves the woods and waters, Brother to the grass and well beloved of Pan; The earth shall be his, and all her laughing daughters. Happy the man.
Ask questions then talk over answers, shout loudly you love everyone, try and hug people, confide in them that you are a sheep, offer them the last grass in your pockets. Then watch with a smile as they pretend you aren't there, and whisper you must be crazy, because you want to make friends.
To kill the grass you must also remove the root
The best thing I ever heard was in the '60s. I heard Jimi Hendrix play 'I Can Hear The Grass Grow' after a rehearsal, and it was brilliant.
We live, we die, and like the grass and trees, renew ourselves from the soft earth of the grave. Stones crumble and decay, faiths grow old and they are forgotten, but new beliefs are born. The faith of the villages is dust now. . . but it will grow again. . . like the trees.
I'm thankful to be breathing, on this side of the grass. Whatever comes, comes.
Progress, under whose feet the grass mourns and the forest turns into paper from which newspaper plants grow, has subordinated the purpose of life to the means of subsistence and turned us into the nuts and bolts for our tools.
Maybe it's better like this, better that everything should go up in a blaze of dry grass and that people should begin again.
I didn't want to see them lower him into the ground in the spot he'd picked out with his dad, and I didn't want to see his parents sink to their knees in the dew-wet grass and moan in pain.
I believe in the American people. It's - I believe in trusting them, I believe in empowering them, and I think, at the end of the day, the only force strong enough to change the course we're on is the grass roots across the country.
Grass is the forgiveness of nature - her constant benediction. Forests decay, harvests perish, flowers vanish, but grass is immortal. . . Its tenacious fibers hold the earth in place and prevent its soluble components from washing to the wasting sea.
The essence of every form is the deathless. Even the essence of a blade of grass is the deathless. And that's why the world of form is sacred.
Its great grass at Anfield, professional grass.
A rough should have high grass. When you go bowling they don't give you anything for landing in the gutter, do they?
I'm involved in issues, and issues are about grass-roots politics.
Pebble Beach is Alcatraz with grass.
The grass is always greener around the fire hydrant.
I'm sure that half the buzz from smoking grass was the fact that it was so illegal.
Everything dies, from the smallest blade of grass to the biggest galaxy.