Summer is the annual permission slip to be lazy. To do nothing and have it count for something. To lie in the grass and count the stars. To sit on a branch and study the clouds.
VIDEO ARCHIVE- INTERVIEW 24768. GOLD-EYE I like trees… grass… only birds in sky. People walking safe. Family No Creatures. Sleep all night safe. Walk under sun in own place. Grow plants. Build. Be father with mother. Have Children. A place like Petar told me. Home. After Change goes back… I want home.
God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.
We are here for what amounts to a fewhours,a day at most. We feel around making sense of the terrain,our own new limbs,Bumping up against a herd of bodiesuntil one becomes home. Moments sweep past. The grass bendsthen learns again to stand.
When you are tempted to look elsewhere for greener pastures, just remember someone else is probably looking at yours. And if another pasture looks greener, perhaps it is getting better care and attention. Grass is always greener. . . where it is watered.
Everybody always thinks the grass is always greener.
I am sick of four walls and a ceiling I have need of the sky, I have business with the grass.
He was in love with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass.
Do not allow grass to grow on the road of friendship.
Tradition is like the tether which prevents an animal from getting a blade of grass beyond the length of that tether
In this light, my spirit saw through all things and into all creatures and I recognized God in grass and plants.
Everything we knew condemned us, and our questioning condemned us most of all. Knowledge was the way of our people, and knowledge was dangerous. It was the first thing that freed you and the thing that put you in peril. It was the key to the ten gates. I saw them clearly now, each and every one, the gates that were there for me. Ashes, Bones, Grass, Heart, Stone, Love, Sorrow, Blood, Earth, Sky.
I don't believe in taking much of a divot, especially with the longer irons. You want to barely comb the grass through impact. It's the only way to catch the ball on the second groove up from the bottom of the clubface. That's where you want to make contact: on the second groove.
I found every breath of air, and every scent, and every flower and leaf and blade of grass and every passing cloud, and everything in nature, more beautiful and wonderful to me than I had ever found it yet. This was my first gain from my illness. How little I had lost, when the wide world was so full of delight for me.
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.
Reading Chaucer is like brushing through the dewy grass at sunrise.
A blade of grass is always a blade of grass, whether in one country or another.
Please keep off the grass.
I don't believe in angels but the moon is now dead for me. The last glass of wine is gone before the thirst I'm suffering from. The blue grass lost its way running away from your sails.
But why should not the New Englander try new adventures - not lay so much stress on his grain, his potato and grass crop, and his orchards - and raise other crops than these? Why concern ourselves so much about our beans for seed, and not be concerned at all about a new generation of men.