Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour.— Walt Whitman
Gorgeous Grasses quotations
No matter the economy of the jungle, the lion will never eat grass.
The other day the grass was brown, now its green cuz I ain't give up. Never surrender.
We were together. I forget the rest.
If grass can grow through cement, love can find you at every time in your life.
The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first;
Be not discouraged - keep on - there are divine things, well envelop'd; I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.
Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach. Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know. Perhaps it is everywhere - on water and land.
The whole moon and the entire sky are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.
The grass isn't greener on the other side. It's greener where you water it.
I'm not the sort of person who poses in their underwear.
I hate the red carpet. I prefer the green grass. After the games the highlights show mostly the goals, scoring chances, assists. The spectator tends not to remember that as a goalkeeper I make difficult saves at great risk and start moves with my efforts.
Grant me the ability to be alone, May it be my custom to go outdoors each day among the trees and grasses among all growing things and there may I be alone, and enter into prayer to talk with the one that I belong to.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.
The Grass is greener where you water it
Take away my people, but leave my factories and soon grass will grow on the factory floors......Take away my factories, but leave my people and soon we will have a new and better factory.
Be more humble than a blade of grass, more tolerant than a tree, always offering respect onto others and never expecting any in return
I've travelled all around the world to see the rivers and the mountains, and I've spent a lot of money. I have gone to great lengths, I have seen everything, but I forgot to see just outside my house a dewdrop on a little blade of grass, a dewdrop which reflects in its convexity the whole universe around you.
It's just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.
Green little vaulter, in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole noise that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass.
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
When elephants fight it is the grass that suffers.
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness.
God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.
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.
Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.
We will burn the old grass and the new will grow.
We(Pakistan) will eat grass, even go hungry, but we will get one of our own (Atom bomb).... We have no other choice!
Millennials aspire to marry the blue skies thinking of the Boomers with the grass-roots mindset of GenX.
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
Wisdom is not finally tested by the schools, Wisdom cannot be pass'd from one having it to another not having it, Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof.
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.
Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
Man feels and ponders death as though it were the end, when in fact death is merely the continuation of life. It is another life. You may not believe in the existence of the soul, yet you must acknowledge that your body will live on as green grass, as a cloud. For you are, after all, water and dust.
If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.
The grass is not, in fact, always greener on the other side of the fence.
No, not at all. 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.
Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be.
When it comes to your marriage, if the grass looks greener somewhere else, it's time to water your own yard!
Life is fragile, like the dew hanging delicately on the grass, crystal drops that will be carried away on the first morning breeze.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
It is from the progeny of this parent cell that we all take our looks;
we still share genes around, and the resemblance of the enzymes of grasses to those of whales is in fact a family resemblance.
You could cover the whole earth with asphalt, but sooner or later green grass would break through.