| "There is nothing fantastic or ultradimansional about crab grass... unless you are an sf writer, in which case pretty soon you are viewing crab grass with suspicion. What are it's real motives And who sent it here in the first place It only looks like crab grass. That's what they want us to think it is. One day the crab grass suit will fall off and their true identity will be revealed. By then the Pentagon will be full of crab grass and it'll be too late. The crab grass, or what we took to be crab grass, will dictate terms." »Philip K. Dick |
| "The grass is not, in fact, always greener on the other side of the fence. Fences have nothing to do with it. The grass is greenest where it is watered. When crossing over fences, carry water with you and tend the grass wherever you may be." »Robert Fulghum |
| "With time and patience the mulberry leaf becomes a silk gown." »Chinese Proverb |
| "The grass is always greener where you water it." »Unknown |
| "A snake lurks in the grass." »Virgil |
| "When elephants fight, it is the grass who suffers." »African Proverb |
| "Sit quiety, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself." »Zen Proverb |
| "The tallest blade of grass is the first to be cut by the scythe." »Assyrian Proverb |
| "Wherever the Turkish hoof trods, no grass grows." »Victor Hugo |
| "A people without history is like wind on the buffalo grass. Sioux" »American Indian Proverb |
| "Latet anguis in herba. (There's a snake hidden in the grass)" »Virgil |
| "Zeal is a volcano, the peak of which the grass of indecisiveness does not grow." »Kahlil Gibran |
| "If the grass is greener in the other fellow's yard - let him worry about cutting it." »Fred Allen |
| "Enthusiasm is a volcano on whose top never grows the grass of hesitation." »Kahlil Gibran |
| "If grass can grow through cement, love can find you at every time in your life." »Cher |
| "Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass." »Rupert Brooke |
| "In creating, the only hard thing is to begin a grass blade's no easier to make than an oak." »James Russell Lowell |
| "Our way is not soft grass, it's a mountain path with lots of rocks. But it goes upward, forward, toward the sun." »Ruth Westheimer |
| "Whether they live in an igloo or a grass shack or a mud hut, people around the world all want the same thing a better house" »Jack Handey Deep Thoughts |
| "It's just a job. grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I just beat people up." »Muhammad Ali |
| "Frank Well, uh I guess I, deep down, am feeling a little confused. I mean, suddenly, you get married, and you're supposed to be this entirely different guy. I don't feel different. I mean, take yesterday for example. We were out at the Olive Garden for dinner, which was lovely. And uh, I happen to look over at a certain point during the meal and see a waitress taking an order, and I found myself wondering what color her underpants might be. Her panties. Uh, odds are they are probably basic white, cotton, underpants. But I sort of think well maybe they're silk panties, maybe it's a thong. Maybe it's something really cool that I don't even know about. You know, and uh, and I started feeling... what what I thought we were in the trust tree in the nest, were we not" »Old School |
| "In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight." »Rabindranath Tagore |
| "The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself." »Henry Miller |
| "What is life It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset." »Crowfoot |
| "If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence." »George Eliot |
| "Every blade of grass has its Angel that bends over it and whispers, Grow, Grow" »The Talmud |
| "Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time." »Sir John Lubbock |
| "I do not think myself to be a worm, and a grub, grass of the field fit only to be burned, a clod, a morsel of putrid atoms that should be thrown to the dungheap, ready for the nethermost pit. Nor if I did should I therefore expect to sit with Angels and Archangels." »Anthony Trollope |
| "Listen, can you hear it Spring's sweet cantata. The strains of grass pushing through the snow. The song of buds swelling on the vine. The tender timpani of a baby robin's heart. Spring." »Andrew Schneider |
| "What though the radiance which was once so bright Be not forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower Strength in what remains behind, In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of Human suffering, In the faith that looks through death In years that bring philophic mind." »William Wordsworth |
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