Top 250 Grass Quotes

I often haven’t heard the music since I’ve recorded it. I don’t listen to it. When I do hear it, like at someone’s house, I’ll listen. I’m probably the most pleased with the stuff I did with New Grass Revival.

When I score I go wild. Sometimes I put my arms out wide like the way Didier Drogba celebrates for Chelsea or sometimes I try to slide on the grass if the grass is wet enough.

The grass isn’t always greener on the other side!

When you believe in yourself, and you always give 100% in a relationship, you’re very confident in the value of your love. But for some people, there’s that feeling that the grass is always greener.

Tomatoes and mozzarella work very well together because the milk is rich in summer when the grass is very very green, and makes the best mozzarella in the world, same time as the tomatoes are around and beautiful bushy basil.

There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me.

I’ve been married for 46 years, and I live in a nice house, my grass is always cut, I pay my bills, and my cat loves me!

Any quality player can adjust well to the different demands. It is like a good tennis player who is expected to adjust to the clay at the French Open, the grass at Wimbledon, the hard courts of the U.S. and the heat of the Australian Open. A professional is expected to do all that.

We played one show in Bangalore in a field where they’d never had a rock show before and when we got there, they were actually cutting the grass with scissors.

Most descriptions make Beijing sound overbuilt: not a blade of grass left.

You can’t slow the game here. It’s grass, it’s always going to be fast.

It wasn’t until last year that I figured out the problem: I just don’t love competitive golf. What I love is the game itself. I love being outdoors, practicing, and smelling the freshly cut grass at 6:00 a.m. as the sun rises. But I didn’t love travel, or pressure, or the mean-spiritedness of my competitors.

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

I filmed an interstitial with Allisyn Ashley Arm and Matthew Scott Montgomery one day. And we made up this weird thing ’cause we had to lay in the grass for, like, ten hours, and it was really itchy. So we call ourselves The Grass Gang.

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.

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

On grass, it can be the small things that decide a match.

I love to tackle, especially when the grass is wet, but my main aim is to be a complete goalkeeper who can do everything.

We are bombarded with reasons to stay inside: we’re afraid of mosquitoes because of West Nile and grass because of pesticides and sun because of cancer and sunscreen because of vitamin-D deficiency.

There are times when leadership needs to take a bold move forward. And there are times when the leadership needs to act on the basis of what the grass roots say. You need to have your political thermometer constantly in the political waters to know when to give leadership in what way.

The process of unleashing worms on organic waste such as food scraps and grass clippings is known as ‘vermicomposting.’ Amateur horticulturists and hippies have been doing it on a small scale for decades.

Why is the sky blue? Why is the grass green? Why is metal a conductor of electricity, and wood is not, but you’re more likely to be struck by lightning when standing under a tree? These are questions that require science to answer.

I remember my first visit with my guru. He had shown that he read my mind. So I looked at the grass and I thought, ‘My god, he’s going to know all the things I don’t want people to know.’ I was really embarrassed. Then I looked up and he was looking directly at me with unconditional love.

The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.

It’s harder and harder to find a spot within a day’s drive of Los Angeles with enough vacant grass or even sand or dirt to stake a tent on.

Hard courts are very negative for the body. I know the sport is a business and creating these courts is easier than clay or grass, but I am 100 per cent sure it is wrong.

People often ask me whether I prefer theater or film, and the answer is that I prefer the one I’m not doing: The grass is always greener.

In Uruguay, there is a football pitch every hundred metres, whether it is made by grass, small stones, or sand. This has been my football education.

I tried to film ‘Leaves of Grass’ in Oklahoma, but it was literally about a million dollars less to shoot in Louisiana.

I’m a good tennis player, and I’ve never done so good on grass.

A lot of people were saying, ‘I think you will play good on grass,’ and I’m like, ‘There’s no way. I hate grass. I’m horrible.’

It’s down to the players, but when you’re at Man United, there isn’t a lot of greener grass on the other side. You are at the best place.

At the end of the day, you have to go out on the grass and perform.

Mangroves, salt marshes and sea grass lock away carbon at up to five times the rate of tropical forests.

No matter who you are, the grass is never greener on the other side.

Playing on turf sometimes, not grass, makes it a little bit more difficult.

Bellator has taken care of me, and I’ve taken care of them. It’s been the perfect storm of a symbiotic relationship – them having an asset they were not willing to lose, and me being in a situation where the grass isn’t always greener on the other side.

Me and my mates go free running all the time. It’s not my mum’s favourite sport. I’ve probably jumped four metres on to grass and two metres between buildings. It’s nothing like you see on the Internet, with guys jumping off skyscrapers, but it’s fun.

There’s a snake lurking in the grass.

I like to play golf. I like to cut my own grass.

Don’t pile your tomatoes in a container that doesn’t breathe. I like my baskets or grass mesh plates, and I layer them single deep, stem end down to prevent bruises and premature rotting.

I asked the waiter, ‘Is this milk fresh?’ He said, ‘Lady, three hours ago it was grass.’

I’m sure all actors have trouble. The guy who always plays the funny guy, he wants to be taken seriously. And there’s the action guy who wants to do serious stuff. Everyone’s grass is greener.

I hurt my toe on turf and I hurt my ankle. I never got hurt on grass.

I remember, as a kid, I’d follow the rooster and the chickens and watch what type of grass they’d eat. And me and my friends would eat that grass, like that was our lunch.

Many times, I thought the sat-phone was just a hindrance because it can become a crutch. You can call someone in Australia or Europe and talk about what you’re going through, but it doesn’t actually help. Sat-phones and GPS can’t show you where the grass or the wells are.

To me, it’s just another game of football – 11 players, a grass pitch. Regardless what shirt I have on, it’s important you win the game, and I’m competitive as anyone, and I want to win every game, whether it’s a Sunday league game, a five-a-side tournament, or a World Cup qualifier.

I’ve never been one to stay in a complacent place where I just let the grass grow around me.

Pretty much any day is a good day to go to the ballpark, but that first day of the season is special. It’s spring. The grass is green. Pessimism is impossible – at least, until the other team scores.

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

After one hundred days of confinement following a bone marrow transplant, I rejoiced in taking short walks to a nearby park as I was writing ‘Girl in Hyacinth Blue.’ The uncertainty of my survival made every blade of grass gorgeous in its green intensity, lifting itself up, doing its part to make the world beautiful.

I think it’s cool to do a summer outdoor show because, growing up, like, those were always the shows and the concerts that I would get to see, where I would be sitting on the grass with my friends and hanging out, and it was such a moment.

I got my Wrestling With Whiskey kind of side passion project and I’m kind of turning into more content and stuff like that… You know just exploring everything in front of me and just trying to spread my grass.

To me, I’m the epitome of what a ghetto child is: I was raised by a single parent; I stayed in apartments my whole life; I don’t think I’ve ever cut the grass.

I, like many annoying pedants, will wince when someone says ‘less’ when they should have said ‘fewer.’ But my ‘poor’ sounds like poo-ah, not pore; and my ‘grass’ rhymes with mass, not farce. What’s wrong with that?

I’ve lived out in a park sleeping on the grass with no place to go; I’ve not eaten. I’ve been there.

I like to slide on a court, but when I slide on grass I never stop.

You will be hard pressed to read another book that understands you as well as ‘Leaves of Grass’ does. It was made for you in the way that the constellations were made for you. It understands and makes space for your doubts, your love, the guilt and passions of your life and waits for you.