117 Quotes About Grass

Why're you painting grass?" he asked one day in her kitchen."I'm painting their flowers."He laughed. "Grass doesn't have flowers.""Of course they do. See those blossoms. They're tiny, but beautiful. Each grass species has a different flower or inflorescence.

I want to lie down on the bench then, or better yet, on the grass, rest on something living and see if I can hear the dead underneath.

A walk you made by disappearing amongst the green grasses is always richer than a walk you make amongst the green emeralds!

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.

Get close to grass and you’ll see a star.

She and Prudence sat on a cool grassy carpet. A pale green curtain of branches just brushed the grasses and threw a filigree of shadows, as delicate as the wrought silver, on the child’s face.

He saw the sunlight leave the grass like an eye suddenly closed.

Then there is my current reality, the smells that are constants in my life: lemon slices and fresh ginger, the sharp tannin and milky contrast of builder's tea, and the slightly sickly green scent of freshly cut flower stems. And not forgetting the classic ingredients of the chypre base of so many of my favorite perfumes- bergamot, oakmoss, patchouli and labdanum (rock rose)- which I'm finding so reassuring in this time of transition.

Grass! Millions of square miles of it. . . . a hundred rippling oceans, each ripple a gleam of scarlet or amber, emerald or turquoise. . . . the colors shivering over the prairies. . . . Sapphire seas of grass with dark islands of grass bearing great plumy trees which are grass again.