Blades Of Grass Quotes by Dogen, Vincent Van Gogh, Sydney J. Harris, Mahatma Gandhi, Alice Walker, Haruki Murakami and many others.
When a buddha is painted, not only a clay altar or lump of earth is used, but the thirty-two marks, a blade of grass, and the cultivation of wisdom for incalculable eons are used. As a Buddha has been painted on a single scroll in this way, all buddhas are painted buddhas, and all painted buddhas are actual buddhas.
If we study Japanese art, we see a man who is undoubtedly wise, philosophic and intelligent, who spends his time doing what? He studies a single blade of grass.
What the ordinary person means by a ‘miracle’ is some gross distortion or suspension of the laws of nature… but life itself strikes him as commonplace, when in truth a blade of grass or a neuron in the brain is a greater miracle.
It is my unmistakable belief that not a blade of grass moves but by the divine will.
HELPED are those who lose their fear of death; theirs is the power to envision the future in a blade of grass.
Thanks to the long days of rain, the blades of grass glowed with a deep-green luster, and they gave off the smell of wildness unique to things that sink their roots into the earth.
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
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.
Watching the way the current moves a blade of grass – sometimes I’ve seen that happen and it has just turned me inside out.
There is not one blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make men rejoice.
Let us keep a firm grip upon our money, for without it the whole assembly of virtues are but as blades of grass.
You and I are just like a blade of grass sitting here; we are going to wither and die. “But the word of the Lord endures forever”
I am a product […of] endless books. My father bought all the books he read and never got rid of any of them…. I had always the same certainty of finding a book that was new to me as a man who walks into a field has of finding a new blade of grass.
That nothing is static or fixed, that all is fleeting and impermanent, is the first mark of existence. Everything is in process.
Every blade of grass, every insect, ant, and golden bee, all so amazingly know their path, though they have not intelligence, they bear witness to the mystery of God and continually accomplish it themselves.
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’ve travelled all around the world to see the rivers and the mountains, and I’ve spent a lot of money. I have gone to great lengths, I have seen everything, but I forgot to see just outside my house a dewdrop on a little blade of grass, a dewdrop which reflects in its convexity the whole universe around you.