Quotes About Green

In the fields, cattle, memories dissolved by so many liquid mornings, noons and nights, had forgotten they dreamed of April grass and, by a clemency reserved for those who live placid in a perpetual now, standing in a green sweetness forgot the cold muck-grazing of February. On

The meeting gave the green light for construction of eighty-one Martello towers

When a vision comes from the thunder beings of the West, it comes with terror like a thunder storm; but when the storm of vision has passed, the world is greener and happier; for wherever the truth of vision comes upon the world, it is like a rain.

Those eyes saw everything. The green saw your heart, they said, the blue your mind, and the black…the black drank in wyrd and your woe so others would be safe. Killing was nothing to what thos eyes had seen.

It's about businesses nervous about taking on school leavers because of a mass of red tape. It's about health and safety regulations and green fines.

The doors of heaven are adjacent and identical: both green, both beautiful. Take care, Adam!

As Gregg Easterbrook points out, "Many environmentalists consider the mere mention of adaptation Ito climate change) heretical because it implies that humanity can overcome global warming rather than be overcome by it, thus shifting the emphasis away from green guilt."37

A mist lay on the sea, very white but thinning here and there so the water beneath could be seen looking like green milk.

In today's world, it is no longer unimaginable to think that business can operate - and even thrive - in an environmentally-friendly manner.

Tenia unos ojos muy verdes y una mirada inteligente y cálida que me recordaba a otra, más lejana.

At Cato's Irene Mayo waited in the booth McFee usually occupied. She wore a green felt beret, a string of pearls and a knitted green silk suit with white cuffs.

Boone was a hunter of the everything-has-to-be-hard-and-painful-to-be-good variety, and there was nothing he liked better than a six- or seven-hour belly crawl through the soggy green tundra.

The graffiti] had a sort of Christmassy look to it. The green paint tended to be short top to bottom but long front site to side. The red paint was fat and closed up. It sort of looked like garlands with red balls hanging down. There was even "Ho, ho, ho" if you skipped around a little and deleted an "e" on the last "ho". Our green painter had a limited vocabulary and occasionally mixed up a professional working woman with a garden implement.

Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh.

and green, a sign that whatever message Daisy was about to deliver was not a catastrophe. If a water main had burst or the air-conditioning

Along the edge of this green lived a man. His name is not important, as no one ever used it. The villagers only ever called him the Apothecary.

The tequila was light, like flower juice. I closed my eyes and saw a green train with an M in a circle; a faded green like the back of a praying mantis.

Así pues átate la máscara y píntate de verde las pestañas.

Her once twinkling green eyes set deep into the pale features looked as if they were the only ghastly crystal barriers between strangers and her soul.

Don't tell me about the world. Not today. It's springtime and they're knocking baseball around fields where the grass is damp and green in the morning and the kids are trying to hit the curve ball.

Beauty walks this world. It ages everything. I am far and I am an animal and I am just another I-am poem, a we-see poem, a they-love poem. The green. All the different windows. There is so much stone here. And grass. So beautiful each translucent electric blade. And the noise. Cheers folding into traffic. These things. Things that have been already said many times: leaf, zipper, sparrow, lintel, scarf, window shade.

Even our garden lawn—most domesticated of foliage—needed mowing again almost as soon as it was done … like some lush, green five o'clock shadow.

In a cement park across the street is this giant sculpture. It is a giant umbrella frame lying on its side. It's green. Stand under it, during a rainstorm, you'll still get wet - that's why it's art.

and if the mark in the fabric, leather, weave, knit, or leather article is green or red, then it is contaminated with mildew and must be shown to the priest.