Quotes About Green

She browsed many a shop for just the right gown. The dressmaker had started it for another woman, who had decided she did not want it after all. A few alterations were all it needed. And it was exquisite, made of pale green silk that brought out tiny gold flecks in her eyes. The neckline was à la grecque , deep and off the shoulders, giving way to a deep vee that made her waist look unbelievably tiny.

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.

It were a vain endeavor,Though I should gaze foreverOn that green light that lingers in the west:I may not hope from outward forms to winThe passion and the life, whose fountains are within.

I like you in green,' he said. 'You look as if you're a very beautiful imp.'

Lack of time and money create really bad green practices.

Increasing recycling in Delaware is an idea whose time has come and, if put off, may not come again.

It is time for a sustainable energy policy which puts consumers, the environment, human health, and peace first.

There's never been a better time than now to start or accelerate a greentech venture.

That's our mission: to clean and green New York City - one block at a time.

They are neither happy nor unhappy. Their union is constructed upon indifference, in a way which is general and which they apprehend moment by moment, a union from which all preference is excluded. They are together, two trains which meet and pass, around them the landscape, sensuous and lushly green, is the same, they see it, they are not alone.

Water purling between the rocks, weed under the surface like green hair in the wind.

You know, said Al in a daze of hunger and cold, when you see this, you realize that despite all the crap that goes on in the cities, despite all the words and accusations, the country has balance and momentum. The whole thing is symmetrical and beautiful; it works. The cities are like bulbs on a Christmas tree. They may bum, swell, and shatter, but the green stays green. Look at it, he said, eyes fixed on the horizon, not unmoved by the motion of the train. Look at it. It's alive.

It was a beautiful summer afternoon, at that delicious period of the year when summer has just burst forth from the growth of spring; when the summer is yet but three days old, and all the various shades of green which nature can put forth are still in their unsoiled purity of freshness.

Twas the moment deep When we are conscious of the secret dawn Amid the darkness that we feel is green . . . Thy face remembered is from other worlds, It has been died for, though I know not when, It has been sung of, though I know not where . . . She

The little pool was lighted now, the same glowing green-or so I imagined-as the eyes of the cats who slept in the shadows around it.

RUBY MILLER'S HOUSE WAS ON ORTEGA STREET IN THE Sunset district, a green stucco bungalow with a manicured lawn and a bowl of plastic roses in the picture window.

The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green.

Dai Qing was languishing in prison. She stayed there for ten months, the country's first "green" victim, though in truth a dissident, like so many scores of others.3

The daylight had dawned upon the glades of the oak forest. The green boughs glittered with all their pearls of dew.

Dionysus is the life-spirit of all green vegetation—ivy, pine tree and especially the vine; he is, in Dylan Thomas' phrase, "the force that through the green fuse drives the flower.

Musicians are so well covered in the press, it would be great to see more outspoken practitioners of green life.

We are each called to go through life reclaiming the planet an inch at a time until the Garden of Eden grows green again.

I visit the orchards of God and look at the spheric productAnd look at quintillions ripened, and look at quintillions green.

I've learnt to gather simplicity from grasshoppers. I like their naive indecisive minds never knowing exactly when to stop chirping, and I envy their ability to be able to mingle with the green…