Grass Quotes

Anyone who watches golf on television would enjoy watching the grass grow on the greens.

When I was in charge of the Christian Coalition I was available to mobilize grass roots support for somebody.

The soldiers did go away and their towns were torn down; and in the Moon of Falling Leaves (November), they made a treaty with Red Cloud that said our country would be ours as long as grass should grow and water flow.

Burn down your cities and leave our farms, and your cities will spring up again as if by magic; but destroy our farms and the grass will grow in the streets of every city in the country.

A man who wants time to read and write must let the grass grow long.

I used my imagination to make the grass whatever color I wanted it to be.

A man is educated and turned out to work. But a woman is educated and turned out to grass.

Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life.

Pigs eat grass if they are very hungry, but they can't use it as a regular source of food.

Guys like John McEnroe, Bjorn Borg and Stefan Edberg were also very good grass court players.

In the long winter evenings he talked to Ma about the Western country. In the West the land was level, and there were no trees. The grass grew thick and high.

Lastly, his tomb shall list and founder in the troughs of grass. And none shall speak his name.

I hope Gunter Grass will continue helping the SPD in campaigns and that he will otherwise remain with us as a provocative literary figure, as well.

I remember just lying in the grass, staring at the clouds, wondering where they drifted off to after they floated over Texas. I never would have imagined that one day I would follow one of those clouds and find myself in Hollywood.

I would change policy, bring back natural grass and nickel beer. Baseball is the belly-button of our society. Straighten out baseball, and you straighten out the rest of the world.

All over the land are vast and handsome pastures, with good grass for cattle, and it strikes me the soil would be very fertile were the country inhabited and improved by reasonable people.

There is not one blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make us rejoice.

In creating, the only hard thing is to begin: a grass blade's no easier to make than an oak.

There is this idea that appealing to youth is the only way forward. But that is no longer the case. Youth is not everything. Now we have all the baby-boomers in their 60s, like me, who are actively engaged in life - we're not retiring, we're not just being put out to grass once we hit 60.

It is difficult to determine the cause of grass fires. There is usually nothing left behind when we get there, like a cigarette or a gas can, for us to determine what started it.

I'm frustrated by something, it's my fault for exposing myself to it in the first place. The rumor mill always seemed like a grass fire to me. Why walk out in the middle of the field, it's just going to flame out and go away just like everything else does?

There are some things that are real, that you can see, that you can observe, like the moon, and grass and things. But for ideas to become real, they have to be played on your senses.

If grass were legalized, it would help our drug problem enormously.

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.

A real foolproof way to do it is play your stuff by hook or by crook and build up a grass roots following.

Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.

It had been startling and disappointing to me to find out that story books had been written by people, that books were not natural wonders, coming of themselves like grass.

That smell of freshly cut grass makes me think of Friday night football in high school. The smell of popcorn and cigar smoke reminds me of the stadium. The cutting of the grass reminds me of the August practice.

The older, thinner, and less productive grass lands, however, frequently can be made to produce much larger yields of feed in corn than if left, as they are, in unproductive grass.

If civilization had been left in female hands we would still be living in grass huts.