“Every drop of water, every breath of air, every blade of grass whispers the same truth: we are but custodians of this planet, entrusted with its care for generations yet to come.” - Aloo Denish Obiero
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Rugrash rakshak Sani bas ek
Agori mhabharamnad
Tum mere putra ho bhakth parlhad
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"The soft green grass and a cool breeze is a perfect nap place on a summer's day."
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Love is like the green, green grass of home, in heart and mind where’er one may roam.
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Zafar tun Kaisa Admi hai tun chutiya awam Kay zariye mujhay chutiya bana raha tha. Abhay yaar ye to grass eater hain tujhay gadhon ghoron me farq maloom NAHI?
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Doing the good deeds is like the grass in the garden. You don't see its growth. But, it does by days. Doing the wicked deeds is like the hone. You don't see its damage. But, it does by days. - Buddhism quotes
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I don't mow my lawn
It's understandable
I cut my grass one blade
At a time.
It's more precise.
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Let rungs of light together we weave till again we grasp the hand of God's sleeve.
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When you start using the word "Mandatory" on human beings, You defeat the purpose of anything, Even a goat will not eat grass by the use of Force. Only God can use such term on men.
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- Loyalty of pets, is often, beyond human grasp -
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What is life?
The flash of a firefly.
The breath of a winter buffalo.
The shadow scooting across the grass that vanishes with sunset.
—Blackfoot saying, translation by Michael R. Burch, keywords/tags: Native American, translation, life, nature
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These useless dreams, alas!
Over fields of wilted grass
winds whisper as they pass.
—Uejima Onitsura, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
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Grasp the power of now.
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Criticism is nutrition to strengthen the grasp of discipline.
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Flowers grow like grass although weeds may appear in their midst, nothing can prevent their growth.
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the grass is greener on my side
because I always watered it with love, and hope, and care for others
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blades of grass, hands held high, applauded the sun’s performance,
it was brilliant!
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Desde sempre são três as regras para a felicidade: algo para fazer, alguém para amar, algo para esperar.
Se você quer ter uma vida feliz, vincule-a a um objetivo e crie os propósitos – o esforço necessário para alcança-lo.
É sempre o propósito de fazer e a fé que faz a felicidade. Alcançar o objetivo é mera consequência.
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Progredir sempre
Em todos os tempos,
na vida ou nos negócios
existem três regras
para progredir sempre.
Regra nº 1: começar.
Regra n º 2: fazer sempre o melhor,
mais e mais.
Regra n º 2: Continuar.
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Some with a false illusion state, “The grass is greener on the other side.”
Never allow anyone to speak over your life. Only God has the final word.
Keep watering your garden and let your grass grow greener and not weathered away.
Always plan seeds for growth. Birds with sharp beaks will be there just waiting.
Don’t be discouraged. Their beaks are outnumbered by the seeds you plant!
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All life is sacred. From a blade of grass, to an ant, to larger life as well. There is nothing more sacred than life itself.
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Grasping on the negatives lets the positives slip through our fingers.
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When a man can not grasp nature, he will never grasp the concept of creator.
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to the snakes in the grass, slithering foolhardy, onto connie's cache of poems dare you to plagiarize, take the crown jewels, and then hiss.
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Uma das regras do progresso:unidade, ser um todo e juntar-se a um todo. E outra: continuar, nunca recuar. Essas duas regras escrevem uma linha de desenvolvimento da qual as pessoas podem desviar-se numa certa medida, nunca com desvios que enublem a regra.
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There is no one path to success. Once you realize that success is just a word and not an embodiment, you will know that as soon as you grasp it, you immediatly lose it.
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Children think everything is cool, the grass, insects, magnifying glasses, sprinklers, motels, jelly, fries. Adults have a tendency to find things to complain about instead of seeing the wonderment and amazement in the world like children do.
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On my command she said, lifted from the grass. Like the lady bugs...flying from the blades. Into the intense grip of the scorching June heat.
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why's the grass greener on the other side?
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A Bride’s beauty… Spring’s finest bloom unveiled in a field of grass.
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