our finest writing will certainly come from what is unregenerate in ourselves. It will come from the part that is obdurate, unbanishable, immune to education, springing up like grass.
Dirt rolls from his palm, Blades of grass Tumble from his hair.
Like black hulks the shadows of the great trees ride at anchor on the billowy sea of grass.
One minute I'm just another rabbit and happy about it, next minute *whazaam*, I'm thinking. That's a major drawback if you're looking for happiness as a rabbit, let me tell you. You want grass and sex, not thoughts like 'What's it all about, when you get right down to it?'
I don't know whether I prefer Astroturf to grass. I never smoked Astroturf.
One of the most important things, actually, when you're playing on grass, is to move.
I can't sit on grass without a blanket.
A voice of greeting from the wind was sent; The mists enfolded me with soft white arms; The birds did sing to lap me in content, The rivers wove their charms, And every little daisy in the grass Did look up in my face, and smile to see me pass!
The dry grasses are not dead for me. A beautiful form has as much life at one season as another.
I'm Allergic to grass. Hey, it could be worse. I could be allergic to beer.
Grass is growing on the Front Bench.
We say of the oak, How grand of girth! Of the willow we say, How slender! And yet to the soft grass clothing the earth How slight is the praise we render.
Modernism was a big thing for me, coming from a father who was very interested in art, music and culture - and almost always Italian art, music and culture. One good thing about Italians is that culture is part of everyday life. But Modernism is a movement of the past. The idea of a Modernist building as a sculpture set on a pedestal of grass is a part of Modernism that I'm not so crazy about.
If the grass is greener somewhere else. . . start watering your own lawn!
He sprang from the grass roots of the country clubs of America.
The investigation of nature is an infinite pasture-ground where all may graze, and where the more bite, the longer the grass grows, the sweeter is its flavor, and the more it nourishes.
Summer summer summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
And so the seasons went rolling on into summer, as one rambles into higher and higher grass.
The grass is always greener when it's covered in money.
Saturday night in Toledo Ohio, Is like being nowhere at all, All through the day how the hours rush by, You sit in the park and you watch the grass die.