Blades Of Grass Quotes by Helen Keller, Eleanora Duse, Carolyn Hax, Elias Hicks, Meister Eckhart, Emma Donoghue and many others.
Long before I learned to do a sum in arithmetic or describe the shape of the earth, Miss Sullivan had taught me to find beauty in the fragrant woods, in every blade of grass, and in the curves and dimples of my baby sister’s hand.
If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.
Your parents’ views are, by current standards, out there. Getting in their faces about it would be needlessly disrespectful, but there’s no reason for you to tiptoe through their delusional little terrarium as if you can’t bend even one blade of grass.
The fulness of the godhead dwelt in every blade of grass.
…. all blades of grass, wood, and stone, all things are One.
Once I spent a whole day there, a blade of grass in each hand to anchor me to the warm earth. I watched the sun rise, pass over my head and set. Ladybirds mated on my knuckle; a shrew nibbled a hole in my stocking while I tried not to laugh. Such a day was worth any punishment.
That nothing is static or fixed, that all is fleeting and impermanent, is the first mark of existence. Everything is in process.
The spirit of Route 66 is in the details: every scratch on a fender, every curl of paint on a weathered billboard, every blade of grass growing up through a cracked street.
I found every breath of air, and every scent, and every flower and leaf and blade of grass and every passing cloud, and everything in nature, more beautiful and wonderful to me than I had ever found it yet. This was my first gain from my illness. How little I had lost, when the wide world was so full of delight for me.
Poirot said placidly, вЂњOne does not, you know, employ merely the muscles. I do not need to bend and measure the footprints and pick up the cigarette ends and examine the bent blades of grass. It is enough for me to sit back in my chair and think. It is this вЂ“ вЂќ he tapped his egg-shaped head вЂ“ вЂњthis, that functions!
Every blade of grass is a study; and to produce two, where there was but one, is both a profit and a pleasure.
The virtue of making two blades of grass grow where only one grew before does not begin to be superhuman.
How much power is there in a thousand noisy engines? I tell you, there is more power in a single blade of grass.
Insects were scurrying about in the shade cast by the grass, and the lawn was a huge monotonous forest of thousands of little green blades, all equal, all alike, hiding the world from each other. Anguished, she thought, “I don’t want to be just another blade of grass.”
Everything speaks: the flowing airstream and the sailing halycon, the blade of grass, the flower, the bud, the element; did you imagine the universe to be otherwise?
We’re just blades of grass, and when we go, we go, we never come back; one life . . . maybe that’s true. But I tend to believe that this is not all there is. Because my life has been like a shadow of something deeper. And I’ve experienced that many times.
If we knew that tonight we were going to go blind, we would take a long, last real look at every blade of grass, every cloud formation, every speck of dust, every rainbow, raindrop-everything.