Ah Grasshopper Quotes

Apparently she was beyond words so she pushed the card into his hands. He looked down. Blinked. Blinked again before stumbling back into a chair. Did he just wet himself? Ah, who cared? He was holding four tickets to the Yankees vs. Red Sox at Yankee Stadium for this Friday and they were without a doubt the best seats in the stadium. His eyes shifted from Haley to the tickets and back again before he made a split second decision and made a run for it. He didn’t make it five feet before his little grasshopper tackled him to the ground and ripped the card from his hands. He spit grass out of his mouth. “Fine. You can come with me I guess,” he said, earning a knee to the ribs.

Ah, Young One,” he said, holding up the box. “I have brought you a riddle: What is the essence of the moment but as fleeting as the wind?” “All that lives, Master,” I said. “Plus, whatever is in the box.” He beamed at me and opened the lid. “Snatch the cannoli, Grasshopper,” he said, and I did. Over

Wise men in their bad hours have envied The little people making merry like grasshoppers In spots of sunlight, hardly thinking Backward but never forward, and if they somehow Take hold upon the future they do it Half asleep, with the tools of generation Foolishly reduplicating Folly in thirty-year periods; the eat and laugh too, Groan against labors, wars and partings, Dance, talk, dress and undress; wise men have pretended The summer insects enviable; One must indulge the wise in moments of mockery. Strength and desire possess the future, The breed of the grasshopper shrills, "What does the future Matter, we shall be dead?" Ah, grasshoppers, Death's a fierce meadowlark: but to die having made Something more equal to the centuries Than muscle and bone, is mostly to shed weakness. The mountains are dead stone, the people Admire or hate their stature, their insolent quietness, The mountains are not softened nor troubled And a few dead men's thoughts have the same temper.

He shook his head slowly. "You never were a slave," he said. "Berrone bought me for gold," I said honestly, but Ochto shook his head again. "Gold doesn't make a slave, and it doesn't always buy one. You stop work every time a woodcock sings. I've watched you move the mother scorpion out of the way when you should be setting stones in a wall and waste half a morning watching a grasshopper. You have no sense. What will you do out there in the world, Bunny?" "Whatever the gods and king ask of me," I said. "Ah," said Ochto. "He is our baron, but he never was yours, was he?

He shook his head slowly. "You never were a slave," he said. "Berrone bought me for gold," I said honestly, but Ochto shook his head again. "Gold doesn't make a slave, and it doesn't always buy one. You stop work every time a woodcock sings. I've watched you move the mother scorpion out of the way when you should be setting stones in a wall and waste half a morning watching a grasshopper. You have no sense. What will you do out there in the world, Bunny?" "Whayever the gods and king ask of me," I said. "Ah," said Ochto. "He is our baron, but he never was yours, was he?