I'm suggesting that criminalizing chemically fertilized grass in favor of unnaturally-fed corn is not a rational trade off.
There hath grown no grass on my heels since I went hence.
Everything dies, from the smallest blade of grass to the biggest galaxy.
The spring has sprung, the grass is rizz. I wonder where them birdies is?
God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.
I used my imagination to make the grass whatever color I wanted it to be.
Never define your success by somebody else's success. I never looked at another man's grass to tell how green mine should be.
Maybe it's better like this, better that everything should go up in a blaze of dry grass and that people should begin again.
When I was a kid my parents used to tell me, "Emo, don't go near the cellar door!" One day when they were away, I went up to the cellar door. And I pushed it and walked through and saw strange, wonderful things, things I had never seen before, like. . . trees. Grass. Flowers. The sun. . . that was nice. . . the sun.
Green is my favorite. And it's my favorite because it's the color of my wife's eyes, grass, trees, life, and money, and mother earth!
You don't 'have' a life, you 'are' life. The One Life, the one consciousness that pervades the entire universe and takes temporary form to experience itself as a stone or blade of grass, as an animal, a person, a star or a galaxy.
What a great day for football, all we need is some green grass and a ball.
There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the grass.
No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
When the wind blows,the grass bends.
Jews have always thought that having someone elevated with his head above the grass was not good for the Jews. I never felt that way. I believe that you have to stand up.
The fulness of the godhead dwelt in every blade of grass.
Gratitude is confidence in life itself. In it, we feel how the same force that pushes grass through cracks in the sidewalk invigorates our own life.
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.
The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.