Grass Is Greener On The Other Side Quotes

Maybe the grass is greener on the other side depends who was standing in it. Sometimes you have to go over there and look.

If the grass is greener on the other side of the fence, you can bet the water bill is higher.

The truth of course is that if people really were as happy as they look on the Internet, they wouldn’t spend so much damn time on the Internet, because no one who’s having a really good day spends half of it taking pictures of themselves. Anyone can nurture a myth about their life if they have enough manure, so if the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, that’s probably because it’s full of shit.

The grass is not, in fact, always greener on the other side of the fence. No, not at all. Fences have nothing to do with it. The grass is greenest where it is watered. When crossing over fences, carry water with you and tend the grass wherever you may be.

Alone of all the races on earth, they seem to be free from the 'Grass is Greener on the other side of the fence' syndrome, and roundly proclaim that Australia is, in fact, the other side of that fence.

Anyone can nurture a myth about their life if they have enough manure, so if the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, that’s probably because it’s full of shit.

Love dies in many different ways, and it's natural for the grass to seem greener on the other side. But it's not a competition; there's plenty of pain to go around.

The grass always seems greener on the other side of the fence. Many politicians promise green, green grass by blending niceties with delusion and by using alluring confidence tricks. They voice attractive tales and tell things, people like to hear. But the post-factual grassland often appears to be parched and barren. ("The grass was greener over there")

Human girls always take love for granted. They want things to be wild and carefree all the time. And when it gets too comfortable or requires a little work, they just toss it off. I’d give anything to be loved by a guy like Jay. But I suppose the grass is always greener on the other side, right?

I’m just confused. Everything’s confusing. Everything beautiful is far away, or maybe everything far away is beautiful. It’s like how the grass is greener on the other side. Grass just looks nicer from the other side, you know? Grass where you’re standing looks like dirt with hair.

The grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence. The grass is greenest where it is watered.

Life is indeed colourful. We can feel in the pink one day, with our bank balances comfortably in the black, and the grass seemingly no greener on the other side of the fence. Then out of the blue, something tiresome happens that makes us see red, turn ashen white, even purple with rage. Maybe controlling our varying emotions is just 'colour management' by another name.

Sometimes, the grass is not greener on the other side, and we should stay in the field where we belong. And sometimes we just need to take a gamble and hope for the best.

the grass isn’t always greener on the other side. What the younger generation didn’t understand was that the grass was greenest where it’s watered

The grass may be greener on the other side but the the water bill is higher.

if the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, that’s probably because it’s full of shit

The grass is not 'greener' on the other side – it is just another shade of green.

Even if the grass is greener on the other side of the fence, keep to your own side; it's where you belong. There you can plant your own grass and tend to it.

The grass is never greener on the other side. You can only hope that with enough hard work, time, and luck that yours will become whatever shade the spray paint bottle said it would.

You know how they say the grass is always greener on the other side? It is greener, because you're not there. And if you go you'll trample it and leave dirty footprints and probably spill something poisonous.

But the grass ain't always greener on the other side, It's green where you water it

life was a gift—sometimes one you wanted to return, and other times one you’d want to keep forever, but it was still a gift. The grass might look greener on the other side, but at least you still had grass. There were places in the world that didn’t have any to begin with.

so if the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, that's probably because it's full of shit.

She was thinking that the grass really could be greener on the other side of the fence. It depended on who wa standing in the grass. Maybe you had to go take a look

the grass wasn’t greener on the other side of the fence; it was greener where it was watered.

The grass may be greener on the other side, but you still have to mow the lawn.

Most people are sitting on their own diamond mines. The surest ways to lose your diamond mine are to get bored, become overambitious, or start thinking that the grass is greener on the other side. Find your core focus, stick to it, and devote your time and resources to excelling at it.

The grass is not always greener on the other side

The grass is always greener on the other side.

It's not that the grass is greener on the other side, it's that you can never be on both sides of the lawn at the same time.

If the grass is greener on the other side of the fence, chances are it’s getting better care.

For many people, life is full of pain, suffering. It doesn't consist of clear blue skies or fresh green grass that's always greener on the other side. It's filled with hardships, grief, betrayal, and death. These things define the human condition. They define the sort of person an individual grows up to be, once those tribulations have, for the most part, ended. But what truly defines you isn't the fact that you have seen death, known the feeling of betrayal by someone you trust, or watched as something you loved was ripped out of your hands. What truly defines you is the way you reacted.

The greener grass is getting more water. Water the grass on your side of the fence and stop looking over at what's on the other side

The grass beyond your fence is always greener, but don't jump the fence to see whether it is actually so. Enjoy it! If it is greener on the other side of the fence, enjoy it. Why destroy things by jumping the fence and finding out that it is worse than your own grass?

It’s always been like this, he thinks. From when Moses saw the promised land that he could never enter, people have been on their deathbeds just wanting to see what happens next. He wonders if that’s what makes the promised land holy: that you can see it but you can’t quite reach it. The grass is always greener on the other side of personal extinction.

Some people have a warped idea of living the Christian life. Seeing talented, successful Christians, they attempt to imitate them. For them, the grass on the other side of the fence is always greener. But when they discover that their own gifts are different or their contributions are more modest (or even invisible), they collapse in discouragement and overlook genuine opportunities that are open to them. They have forgotten that they are here to serve Christ, not themselves.

Sometimes, the grass isn’t greener on the other side and we should stay in the field where we belong.

...the grass actually IS greener on the other side, but it's only because of the bodies buried there.

If grass is greener on the other side, why wait at this side of the fence?

The grass is greener on the other side, but often this is just an illusion. Most probably, everyone is as unhappy as you.

Sometimes the grass is greener on the other side of the fence because that's where your neighbor's leaky septic tank is buried.

The problem is that everything is relative. Happiness is based on expectations and we have the internet now. A whole world constantly asking us, "But is your life as perfect as this? Well, how about now? Is it as perfect as this? If it isn't, change it!!" The truth of course is, that if people really were as happy as they look on the internet, they wouldn't spend so much damn time on the internet. Because no one who's having a really good day spends half of it taking pictures of themselves. Anyone can nurture a myth about their life if they have enough manure. So, if the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, that's probably because it's full of shit.

The grass may be greener on the other side, but will the sky be as blue?

The grass may be greener on the other side, but you still have to move the lawn.

Is the grass really greener on the other side of the fence? No. The grass is greener where you water it.

The grass is always greener on the other side of personal extinction.

The old adage tells us that “the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence,” but the math tells us why: the unknown has a chance of being better, even if we actually expect it to be no different, or if it’s just as likely to be worse.

Although she deeply resented the gilded cage in which she resided in; she was also still, at the same time, fearful to leave it entirely all behind. For as much as she wished to live a new life, she was also equally terrified. Petrified of the unknown. What if the grass wasn’t greener on the other side? What then?

The truth, of course, is that if people really were as happy as they look on the Internet, they wouldn’t spend so much damn time on the Internet, because no one who’s having a really good day spends half of it taking pictures of themselves. Anyone can nurture a myth about their life if they have enough manure, so if the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, that’s probably because it’s full of shit. Not that that really makes much difference, because now we’ve learned that every day needs to be special. Every day.

The grass isn't always greener on the other side it's greener where you water it

Anyone can nurture of myth about their life if they have enough manure, so if the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, that's probably because it's full of shit.

if the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, that’s probably because it’s full of shit.

The grass on the other side of the hill may well be greener, but you should always check that there isn't something with teeth and claws crouching in it.

Two wrongs don’t make a right, but they make a good excuse.’ And another time, ‘The grass isn’t greener on the other side. It’s greener where you water it.

Sometimes, the grass isn’t greener on the other side and we should stay in the field where we belong. And sometimes we just need to take a gamble and hope for the best.

The grass is greener on the other side only because someone tended to it.

If the grass is greener on the other side, try planting better seeds.

If the grass is greener on the other side, start watering your own.

A lot of people always think the grass is greener on the other side, but really it's greener where you water it, and instead of watering they want to destroy the other side too.

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young In a world of magnets and miracles Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary The ringing of the division bell had begun Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway Do they still meet there by the Cut There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps Running before times took our dreams away Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground To a life consumed by slow decay The grass was greener The light was brighter When friends surrounded The nights of wonder Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again Dragged by the force of some sleeping tide At a higher altitude with flag unfurled We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world Encumbered forever by desire and ambition There's a hunger still unsatisfied Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon Though down this road we've been so many times The grass was greener The light was brighter The taste was sweeter The nights of wonder With friends surrounded The dawn mist glowing The water flowing The endless river Forever and ever

Anyone can nurture a myth about their life if they have enough manure, so if the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, that's probably because its full of shit.

The grass is never greener on the other side. Every author hates their imprint. There are no Cinderella stories- just hard work, tenacity, and repeat attempts at the golden ticket.

don’t let yourself fall into the grass-is-greener-on-the-other-side trap. When you get to the other side, you still have to mow it!

The grass is always greener on the other side--that's because we can't see over the fence.

Fact: The grass is never actually greener on the other side.

The grass is not 'greener' on the other side – it is just another shade of green.

Grass isn't greener on the other side of the fence ... it's just a different kind of grass.

Yes the grass is greener, on the other side, but we are the dreamers who have chosen the sky.

The grass is always greener on the other side…

We should not delude ourselves - pleasure isn't in the fulfilment, it's in the pursuit. The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. We always desire what we can't have.

The grass isn't always greener on the other side. In fact, that grass has been tendered and grown by someone else. Just because your front lawn is withering doesn't mean you can destroy someone else's.

Yes, we might’ve had our problems, but if you were that unhappy, then you should’ve left me. You don’t seek solace in the arms of another man. You don’t go to the other side, hoping the grass is greener. You water the lawn you have!

As most people are unhappy in the world, they find the grass to be greener on the other side of the fence, without knowing that possibly the person on the other side of the fence is looking at them, and the grass on their side, with the same feelings.

I was loved. I had a roof over my head. Food to eat. A bed to sleep in. Money in my bank account. I reminded myself that life was a gift—sometimes one you wanted to return, and other times one you’d want to keep forever, but it was still a gift. The grass might look greener on the other side, but at least you still had grass. There were places in the world that didn’t have any to begin with.

Good grief, no one could cope with being newly infatuated, year after year. When you’re infatuated you can’t think about anything else, you forget about your friends, your work, your lunch. If we were infatuated all the time we’d starve to death. And being in love means being infatuated… from time to time. You have to be sensible. The problem is that everything is relative, happiness is based on expectations, and we have the Internet now. A whole world constantly asking us: “But is your life as perfect as this? Well? How about now? Is it as perfect as this? If it isn’t, change it!” The truth of course is that if people really were as happy as they look on the Internet, they wouldn’t spend so much damn time on the Internet, because no one who’s having a really good day spends half of it taking pictures of themselves. Anyone can nurture a myth about their life if they have enough manure, so if the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, that’s probably because it’s full of shit.

truth of course is that if people really were as happy as they look on the Internet, they wouldn’t spend so much damn time on the Internet, because no one who’s having a really good day spends half of it taking pictures of themselves. Anyone can nurture a myth about their life if they have enough manure, so if the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, that’s probably because it’s full of shit. Not that that really makes much difference, because now we’ve learned that every day needs to be special. Every day.

The truth of course is that if people really were as happy as they look on the Internet, they wouldn’t spend so much damn time on the Internet, because no one who’s having a really good day spends half of it taking pictures of themselves. Anyone can nurture a myth about their life if they have enough manure, so if the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, that’s probably because it’s full of shit. Not that that really makes much difference, because now we’ve learned that every day needs to be special. Every day.

I walk outside and the green on the trees seems greener, so potent I can almost taste it. Maybe I can taste it, and it is like the grass I decided to chew when I was a child just to see what it was like. I almost fall down the stairs because of the swaying and burst into laughter when the grass tickles my bare feet. I wander toward the orchard. “Four!” I call out. Why am I calling out a number? Oh yes. Because that’s his name. I call out again. “Four! Where are you?” “Tris?” says a voice from the trees on my right. It almost sounds like the tree is talking to me. I giggle, but of course it’s just Tobias, ducking under a branch. I run toward him, and the ground lurches to the side, so I almost fall. His hand touches my waist, steadies me. The touch sends a shock through my body, and all my insides burn like his fingers ignited them. I pull closer to him, pressing my body against his, and lift my head to kiss him. “What did they--” he starts, but I stop him with my lips. He kisses me back, but too quickly, so I sigh heavily. “That was lame,” I say. “Okay, no it wasn’t, but…” I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him again, and he presses his finger to my lips to stop me. “Tris,” he says. “What did they do to you? You’re acting like a lunatic.” “That’s not very nice of you to say,” I say. “They put me in a good mood, that’s all. And now I really want to kiss you, so if you could just relax--” “I’m not going to kiss you. I’m going to figure out what’s going on,” he says. I pout my lower lip for a second, but then I grin as the pieces come together in my mind. “That’s why you like me!” I exclaim. “Because you’re not very nice either! It makes so much more sense now.” “Come on,” he says. “We’re going to see Johanna.” “I like you, too.” “That’s encouraging,” he replies flatly. “Come on. Oh, for God’s sake. I’ll just carry you.” He swings me into his arms, one arm under my knees and the other around my back. I wrap my arms around his neck and plant a kiss on his cheek. Then I discover that the air feels nice on my feet when I kick them, so I move my feet up and down as he walks us toward the building where Johanna works.

In A Hole" Grass grows greener On the other side Corn grows sweeter On the other side And I watch, and I watch, and I watch And I see too much And I broke my face and my head Grows too much God spits on my soul There's something dead inside my hole In my hole, in my hole, in my hole I step crueler But less defined Striped cats cooler But so refine And I want to see What I want to be And I see me on a toxic screen And I'm dancing to a scream God spits on my soul There's something dead inside my hole In my hole, in my hole, in my hole How can something crawl within My rubber holy baked bean tin It's God to me, it's God to me This is heart and soul Oh, heart and soul Yeah, heart and soul Oh, heart and soul Oh, heart, heart, heart, heart and soul Heart and fucking soul My heart and soul My heart and soul My heart and soul Heart and soul Heart and soul Yeah, heart and soul Yeah, heart and soul Yeah, heart, heart, heart Heart, heart, heart, heart, heart

I thought Sandy and I had a lot in common when it came to neglect. We just smiled and put up with all the crap. We couldn’t run away, for we had nowhere to go, and neither of us had any idea whether the grass was greener on the other side. Better the devil you know. We both soldiered on.

They say the grass is greener on the other side, but lately, I'm beginning to think I may be colorblind.

I learned the grass damn sure ain’t greener on the other side.

I reminded myself that life was a gift—sometimes one you wanted to return, and other times one you’d want to keep forever, but it was still a gift. The grass might look greener on the other side, but at least you still had grass. There were places in the world that didn’t have any to begin with.

Grass isn’t greener on the other side. Grass is greener when you water it.

...But falling in love and love are different. Aren't they? Don't they have to be? Good grief, no one could cope with being newly infatuated, year after year. When you're infatuated you can't think about anything else, you forget about your friends, your work, your lunch. If we were infatuated all the time we'd starve to death. And being in love means being infatuated...from time to time. You have to be sensible. The problem is that everything is relative, happiness is based on expectations, and we have the internet now. A whole world constantly asking us: But is your life as perfect as this? Well? How about now? Is it as perfect as this? If it isn't, change it! The truth of course is that if people really were as happy as they look on the internet, they wouldn't spend so much down time on the internet, because no one who's having a really good days spends half of it taking pictures of themselves. Anyone can nurture a myth about their life if they have enough manure, so if the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, that's probably because it's full of shit. Not that that really makes much difference, because now we've learned that every day needs to be special. Every day.

The truth of course is that if people really were as happy as they look on the Internet, they wouldn’t spend so much damn time on the Internet, because no one who’s having a really good day spends half of it taking pictures of themselves. Anyone can nurture a myth about their life if they have enough manure, so if the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, that’s probably because it’s full of shit.

The grass wasn’t greener on the other side, he was sure of that. It was greener on the hills and lush vineyards that surrounded him every single day of his second chance at life.

The grass isn’t always greener on the other side. Sometimes it’s bloodstained.” Stuart James

Anyone can nurture a myth about their life if they have enough manure, so if the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, that's probably because it's full of shit

How does a man afford both a mistress and a million-dollar plot of land? And on top of that, the seven-bedroom bungalow. The saying is that money doesn't grow on trees, but maybe it does for some. The soil and the grass could really be greener on their side, but I don't know. I'll cross that bridge when I get there.

The counsel and care of others, while helpful and necessary, is not the ultimate solution. Jesus is the one who gives strength and contentment in the midst of suffering. Cling tightly to Jesus, who already has you in his invincible grip.

The Gittins index, then, provides a formal, rigorous justification for preferring the unknown, provided we have some opportunity to exploit the results of what we learn from exploring. The old adage tells us that “the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence,” but the math tells us why: the unknown has a chance of being better, even if we actually expect it to be no different, or if it’s just as likely to be worse. The

Grampa says the grass is not greener on the other side. All grass changes with the seasons, it grows, it browns, and it can die if you do not nurture it. You must accept the changes, yet the grass is as green as you make it right here and now! Going from one meadow to another does not change the season! Or the meadow! Deetkatu, See the Little People…An Enchanting Adventure

Maybe one day you’ll get it. Maybe one day you’ll see it. Because the grass is greener on the other side of it. Now’s a good time for a transparent moment. What do you think? Did the blinker just blink? Are you turning down learning street? I’m on my feet…watching. Progress. Ingress. Oh my. Oh yes. You’re taking a shot at my “hear me” basket. You’re pulling back from the slot machine racket.

The grass on the other side will always be greener. But, you will want to go on that side to check how green your side was.

It’s not her life that’s irrelevant. What’s useless is sitting around wondering what might have been, because what might have been is what is. The grass may look greener on the other side of the fence, but grass is basically grass.

The grass may be greener on the other side, but you still have to mow your lawn.

I've always lived in a mansion on the other side of the moon. I've always kept a unicorn and I never sing out of tune. I could tell you that the grass is really greener on the other side of the hill, But I can't communicate with you and I guess I never will.

Grampa says the grass is not greener on the other side. All grass changes with the seasons, it grows, it browns, and it can die if you do not nurture it. You must accept the changes, yet the grass is as green as you make it right here and now! Going from one meadow to another does not change the season! Or the meadow!" Deetkatu, Meet the Little People…An Enchanting Adventure

When the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, it may be that they take better care of it there.