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.
John LubbockTags: science inspirational beauty nature time water trees sky idleness summer clouds grass rest
I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It's so fuckin' heroic.
George CarlinTags: individuality nature individualism heroism hero grass
We parked our bikes on verges so they could graze.
Roddy DoyleTags: childhood grass bicycles verges
In the plains the grass grows tall, since there is no one to cut it. There is no one to water it either.
Vera NazarianTags: freedom growing development grass limits grow unchecked plains develop
Stone, steel, dominions pass,
Faith too, no wonder;
So leave alone the grass
That I am under.
Tags: faith steel stone grass dominion
Song of myself
A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green
stuff woven.
Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt,
Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see
and remark, and say Whose?
Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.
There was after all no mystery in the end of love, no mystery but the mystery of love itself, which was large certainly but as real as grass, as natural and unaccountable as bloom and branch and their growth.
John CrowleyTags: love reality growth mystery bloom grass branch the-end-of-love unaccountability
It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
Maud Hart LovelaceTags: roses description sunshine june summer grass
Katsa watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place and then another. It rose and fell and rose again. It flowed, like water.
Kristin CashoreTags: wind grass rose fell flow attacked pushed
The children had had an argument once about whether there was more grass in the world or more sand, and Roger said that of course there must be more sand because of under the sea; in every ocean all over the world there would be sand, if you looked deep down. But there could be grass too, argued Deborah, a waving grass, a grass that nobody had ever seen, and the colour of that ocean grass would be darker than any grass on the surface of the world, in fields or prairies or people's gardens in America. It would be taller than tress and it would move like corn in the wind. ("The Pool
Daphne du MaurierTags: sea ocean grass sand underwater
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