Green Quotes

“Everything we personally own that’s made, sold, shipped, stored, cleaned, and ultimately thrown away does some environmental harm every step of the way, harm that we’re either directly responsible for or is done on our behalf.”
― Yvon Chouinard, Let My People Go Surfing: The Education of a Reluctant Businessman

“Let us drop our backseat-driving stance and give others breathing space instead to develop their own vision and cultivate the green, green grass of their desires. (“Painting and Meditation”)”
― Erik Pevernagie

“When we use these words and we talk about plants having a strategy to do this or wanting this or desiring this, we’re being metaphorical obviously. I mean, plants do not have consciousness. But, this is a fault of our own vocabulary. We don’t have a very good vocabulary to describe what others species do to us, because we think we’re the only species that really does anything.”
― Michael Pollan

“Green smiled at me, all that compassion in his eyes, and he cupped my face in his hands, as
though it were delicate, and precious. "You must never leave me,” he said solemnly. "You may take as
many lovers as you want, but you must promise to always be here to make me feel like I can do all that
needs to be done.”
― Amy Lane, Wounded

“I don't think I'll ever grow old and say, "What was I thinking eating all those fruits and vegetables?”
― Nancy S. Mure, EAT! Empower. Adjust. Triumph!: Lose Ridiculous Weight, Succeed On Any Diet Plan, Bust Through Any Plateau in 3 Empowering Steps!

“Today, and let us celebrate this fact, We can eat the light of our beloved, warmed by compassion or cooled by intellectual feeling. And if we are surprised, and some of us disappointed, that the light is now only green - well, such was the vital probability awaiting us. We have, after all, an increase in the energy available for further evolution; we can use the energy of our position relative to the probabilities in the future to reach the future we desire. The full use of this energy is just beginning to be explored, and we have the opportunity open to few generations to create our best opportunities. We must not slacken in our desire now if we desire a future. The pressure of probabilities on the present increases the momentum of evolution, and as the voluble helix turns, and turns us away from our improbable satiation, we can see that the shadow cast on the present from the future is not black but rainbowed, brilliant with lemon yellow, plum-purple, and cherry-red. I have no patience with those who say that their desire for light is satisfied. Or that they are bored. I have myself a still unsatisfied appetite for green: eucalyptus, celadon, tourmaline, and apple. ("Desire")”
― William S. Wilson, Why I Don't Write Like Franz Kafka

“Bring outdoor life into the home.”
― Steven Magee

“The five weeks which she had now passed in Kent, had made a great difference in the country, and every day was adding to the verdure of the early trees.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“As if someone had taken their brush and painted the purest greens and deepest blues onto a canvas.”
― Sevinc Abbasova, Moments Unframed

“She was lost in thoughts of evergreen.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“My apartment building, and the one where the Tanabes lived were separated by Chuo Park. As I crossed through, I was inundated with the green smell of the night. I walked, sloshing down the shiny wet path that glittered with the colours of the rainbow.”
― Banana Yoshimoto, Kitchen

“I burrowed through the small opening that Jack had created for me and emerged before an inlet enclosed by rocky hillside. The water was the color of emeralds, and I wondered how this was possible, given that the sound was so decidedly gray. A small plume of water--- a waterfall, but not a loud, forceful one, just a trickle--- was winding down one side of the cliff, making its descent into the pool below. Birds chirped in stereo.
There was a small patch of sand free of barnacle-covered rocks, like the beach in front of Bee's, and that's where Jack spread a blanket out. "What do you think?" he asked proudly.
"It's unbelievable," I said, shaking my head. "How in the world does water get that color?"
"It's the minerals in the rock," he replied.”
― Sarah Jio, The Violets of March

“Once you go Green you will never be BLUE.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, A-Z of Happiness: Tips for Living and Breaking Through the Chain that Separates You from Getting That Dream Job

“I say: Once you go green
You won't let the blues in.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, A-Z of Happiness: Tips for Living and Breaking Through the Chain that Separates You from Getting That Dream Job

“When the mats roll, red means "stop," green means "stop," and yellow also means "stop.”
― Dipti Dhakul, Quote: +/-

“Once Green
Always Clean!”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, A-Z of Happiness: Tips for Living and Breaking Through the Chain that Separates You from Getting That Dream Job

“To protect and preserve our shared planet, it is our responsibility to save species which are about to be extinct.”
― Tariku Bogale

“Here, every creature finds a sanctuary and peace, in a green embrace of leaves and rustles”
― David Passarelli, Mountain poems: Musings on stone, forest, and snow

“Ms. Buck, I feel like a corpse this morning. What do you advise?"
Belva raised an eyebrow. "You might try putting down the bottle one of these nights."
Lee was ready for this. "That might help long term, but I'm looking for something more immediate. As in, right now."
Belva sighed. "I'm not sure you deserve it, but I don't like seeing you in pain." She dipped into the cooler and pulled out a vial of a bright green liquid. Lee had only been joking, but she was drawn to the vial now, her mouth watering. She took it from Belva, uncapped it, and shot it back. The taste was of plants picked too young--- sweet, raw, and nearly fizzing with life.
She waited for something to happen.
Nothing.
Belva watched her intently, and Lee wondered at her curiosity. She'd probably given this hangover remedy thousands of times.
And then Lee felt it. The smell of wet dust and the hum of the fluorescents and the staleness inside of her receded. In its place, the smell of dewy grass and the silent spill of sunshine and the feeling of a new day beginning spread through her.
Like a phoenix, she was resurrected.”
― Alli Dyer, Strange Folk

“Their ‘green’ energy policy is toxic!”
― Steven Magee

“It looked like a wave of green light, beginning with the roots and pulsing through the trunk until it split at the branches. It chased down every limb. Every branch it touched burst into life: leaves budded and then unfurled, and the most glorious scent of green and life and spring and summer all wrapped together filled Kiela's nose, mouth, and body. She felt as if she were breathing in the essence of the forest, alive and full of growth. Leaves layered over one another so fast that the sky disappeared and the sun vanished into a glow of green.
Pressing itself against the trunk of the sycamore, the rabbit-size cloud bear wept tears as bright as diamonds. Its tears rolled down the bark, and where they touched the soil, delicate white flowers bloomed. She'd never seen flowers like it: they were clusters of petals that glowed with the soft, white light of the full moon.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Spellshop

“Campus

Shirt sleeves half out of the jeans,
Eyes grounding the green while looking
All around for Christmas nights.

Blue sounds of church bells ringing
On morning streets and alleys
Are rewritten in archways beneath.

The campus is clear of recitation,
And the steps lead to none other than doors
That keep opening to New Year’s hope.”
― Laura Chouette

“পা ফেললে এখানে কোনো শব্দ হয় না। পাতার নরম আর্দ্র গালচেয় পা পড়ে। ভুরভুর করে আতরের মত বনজগন্ধ ওঠে। এখনও হু হু করে হাওয়া বইছে, ভেজা জঙ্গল — পাহাড়ের প্রভাতী গন্ধ বয়ে — সেই পরিষ্কার, নির্মল শীতল হাওয়া ফুসফুসের হয়ত হৃদয়েরও যা কিছু কালিমা সব সঙ্গে সঙ্গে মুছে নিচ্ছে।”
― Buddhadeb Guha, একটু উষ্ণতার জন্য

“Green was an interesting color. It had so many connotations, so many forms. Sometimes it was brilliant in emerald, sometimes muddied and dull. Sometimes green could be so dark it looked black at first glance, or at least like a shade far darker than it was. This dress was the latter. Difficult to place, though in certain rays of light it became intensely obvious; green, definitely green; so green it was incomprehensible that it might be perceived as something else, or that others could fail to notice. Green in the light of an armory. Green against the backdrop of a church. Green over drinks, over cake, over trivialities. Green in his reflection, staring back at her, his fingers penitently wrapped around her calf.”
― Olivie Blake, Alone With You in the Ether

“Nature speaks in sounds, and echoes in colours. Sounds embedded through the centuries. And colours, radiant and evergreen.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, These Words Burn Like Fire

“Rose stood at her easel, hands on hips and sable-hair paintbrush clamped between her teeth. She was trying for an impressionist-style landscape and the light was perfect--- bright and dappled over the verdant foliage. Greens waited on her palette--- lime, hunter, sage, laurel”
― Goldy Moldavsky, Of Earthly Delights

“If you’re looking for signs of life on Earth, don’t ask the satellites. Ask the children. They’re still dreaming in green.”
― Lawrence Nault

“Three glasses of wine and two dozen dresses later, I stepped into a structured faille Oscar de la Renta. Absurdly puffy— and dreamily green. I twisted to coax the zipper up the side of my ribs, then poked my head out from behind the screen.
“Well?” Meredith said.
As I made my way toward the mirror, she beamed. On the pedestal, I pushed the falling chiffon sleeves fully off my shoulders and practically squeaked. The bodice’s boning was impeccable, and the skirt was the grandest, most romantic thing you’d ever seen.
“I’ve been sketching something like this for myself since I was a kid,” I said.”
― Lauren Okie, Tropesick

“Pen’s dorm is absolutely crammed full of electronic equipment. Given their retro style of dress and their romance book obsession (I’m pretty sure they’re a book influencer in their spare time), I hadn’t expected anything so… tech heavy.
But in complete contrast to the electronics, their decor is all vintage. Fussy, even. Large-print floral curtains, crocheted rugs, and lace doilies, all in tones of pink and green. Books cover every surface. In the center is the pièce de résistance: a shiny, chrome-legged-1950s-style laminate table with four matching hot pink chairs.
It’s incredible, because two weeks ago I’d never ventured into anyone’s room at Seamere except for mine and Heloise’s. Since then, I’ve been inside Harrisford’s, Conall’s, and now Pen Ferguson’s room. And I think, of all of them, this one might be my favorite.”
― Keshe Chow, Strange Familiars

“It was there! Gentle, gradual, but it was all there. The bosky earth, the pale moist scents of the sun-warmed air. The sweet tang of nearby cattle. The hundred green aromas this countryside had always brought her: ancient, dark green, leaf of oak and ash, sharp pine. The fresh and ever-present back-note of grass, herbal, mellowed by the residue of that morning's dew. And the hops, funky with spice, with the new wood and bright fruit of the vine.
They plunged into the kitchen garden, assailed then with a whole new section of the orchestra of green scents, plus a choir of floral top notes. Her eyes scanned between the flowers, the overgrown tendrils and thorns. What was edible? What was good?”
― Catherine Kurtz, Feast