Quotes About Greenery

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

It is also absolutely correct that some British folk customs have descended directly from pagan rituals, such ... the giving of presents and decoration of homes with greenery at midwinter.

Parsley is gharsley.

Dreaming by the river, I dedicated my imagination to water, to clear, green water, the water that makes the meadows green.

Shroud of dust now covers the beautiful earth, wonder when we respire in the fresh air of verdure.

Anything I plant, to actually watch it grow gives me great pleasure.

If you have forest, if you have green forest, the water table goes up. What happens with deforestation is the water level goes down and we all know how much importance drinking water has.

There's nothing greener than Washington state. They have the most beautiful vegetation on the planet. And the water is so clean.

A beautiful plant is like having a friend around the house.

I'm a gardener, and I love to plant.

I think I just want to garden - or kill some plants, in my case.

I've just got a flat with a little balcony, so I did that fantastic thing of buying far too many plants and not really knowing what was going to stay alive and what wasn't.

I'm good with furniture, very bad with plants.

I have a lot of plants - my living room is like a jungle. I like the idea of bringing the outside in.

I have trouble keeping plants alive. Even plastic ones.

A plant is the most cliche thing, but a little bit of green has a great effect on happiness. Being at a cubicle all day is not pleasing, but a little life on your desk can give you a little life, too.

I don't like concrete jungles.

The quiet troubling of the river, and the clean, washed stones, and the green all about, and the trees trying to drown their shadows, and the mountain going up and up behind, there is beautiful it was.

He tells her, on their drives, about all the oblique miracles that green can devise.

Sih Hsuin gasps. "Look the color!" The color of greed, envy, freshness, growth, innocence. Green, green, green, green, and green.

A year ago, she'd been photographed in a green and bosky glade, facing a small silver stream that trickled down a gentle slope.

I wanted to rest my eyes on green meadows. I wanted to sit on green grass under the shade of a green tree. I wanted to eat cool green salads. I longed for arugula tossed with olive oil and parmesan, for asparagus tips dripping with melted butter, for a salad of sweet and bitter green leaves. Most of all, I longed for fish and parsley soup.

The green mantle of the standing pool.

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