Best green & wind Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

Source: Charles Dickens: The Complete Christmas Novels & Tales (Illustrated): 30 Classics in One Volume: A Christmas Carol, The Battle of Life, The Chimes, Oliver Twist, Tom Tiddler's Ground, The Holly-Tree, Doctor Marigold, The Pickwick Papers, Great Expectations and more

“Thanh Hoa itself is a rich agricultural province. Rice fields, a pattern of many shades of green, stretch far into the distance along the road, which also winds through foothills and the fringes of heavy jungle where tigers are said to roam. The vegetation, wild or cultivated, is lush.”

Said Rich Fields Wind Green Distance Patterns Heavy Shade Tigers Jungle Fringe Rice Provinces Lush Vegetation

Book:At War with Asia

Source: At War with Asia

“One of the reasons I think the population question is important, if we want to be as green as possible, any of our energy that is truly renewable is limited. Solar and wind are intermittent and they're so diffuse, it's difficult to harness them in a significant way. But one thing we could be doing is making it a law (like it is in Israel and Cyprus) to take every building eight stories or under and heat all of the water in those buildings with solar energy. It's absolutely simple and cheap technology.”

“Your seed has been covered with so many layers of culture, etiquitte, education, religion, country, that you have completely forgotten that you are here to grow, that you have become a lush green bush full of flowers, fragrance, dancing in the wind and in the rain and in the sun.”

Has Beens Country Culture Grows Sun Wind Flower Rain Green Dancing Forgotten Seeds Covered Layers Fragrance Lush

Author:Rajneesh

“The leaves that are green turn to brown. And they wither with the wind. And they crumble in your hand.”

Hands Turns Wind Green Brown

Author:Paul Simon

“It is always there, of course, when you come back from the green world. You have been living by sunrise and sunset, by wind and rain, surrounded by the ebb and flow of lives that respond only to such simple, rhythmic elements. But now the tone and tempo of the days switch. Instead of harmony, jangle.”

World Has Beens Courses Simple Wind Elements Rain Flow Harmony Green Tone Sunset Sunrise Tempo Ebb And Flow Sunrise And Sunset Wind And Rain Green World

Book:The Winds of Mara

Source: The Winds of Mara

“There is no thing that with a twist of the imagination cannot be something else. Porpoises risen in a green sea, the wind at nightfall bending the rose- red grasses and you- in your apron hurrying to catch- say it seems to you to be your son. How ridiculous! You will pass up into a cloud and look back at me, not count the scribbling foolish that put wings at your heels, at your knees.”

Looks Seems Imagination Sea Son Wind Red Green Wings Rose Clouds Foolish Ridiculous Grass Knees Heels Twists Risen Bending Your Son Hurrying Nightfall Aprons Porpoises

Author:William Carlos Williams

“In the wind, the trees, like agitated lions preparing to roar, shook their great green manes.”

Tree Wind Green Lions Preparing

Book:False Memory

Source: False Memory

“But we are alone, darling child, terribly, isolated each from the other; so fierce is the world's ridicule we cannot speak or show our tenderness; for us, death is stronger than life, it pulls like a wind through the dark, all our cries burlesqued in joyless laughter; and with the garbage of loneliness stuffed down us until our guts burst bleeding green, we go screaming round the world, dying in our rented rooms, nightmare hotels, eternal homes of the transient heart.”

Source: Other Voices, Other Rooms

“So imagine a fire going -- wood snapping the way it does when it’s a little green — the wind rattling the windows behind the curtains -- and one of those Chopin melodies that feel like sorrow and ecstasy all mixed together pouring from the keys -- and you have my idea of happiness. Or just reading, reading and lamplight, the sound of pages turning. And so you dare to be happy. You do that thing. You dare.”

Way Feels Littles Doe Ideas Together Reading Sound Behinds Fire Imagine Wind Keys Sorrow Pages Window Green Dare Woods Melody Ecstasy Curtains Pouring Snapping Pages Turning

Book:The King in the Tree

Source: The King in the Tree

“With you a part of me hath passed away; For in the peopled forest of my mind A tree made leafless by this wintry wind Shall never don again its green array. Chapel and fireside, country road and bay, Have something of their friendliness resigned; Another, if I would, I could not find, And I am grown much older in a day. But yet I treasure in my memory Your gift of charity, and young hearts ease, And the dear honour of your amity; For these once mine, my life is rich with these. And I scarce know which part may greater be,-- What I keep of you, or you rob from me.”

Source: The Essential Santayana: Selected Writings

“Ree, brunette and sixteen, with milk skin and abrupt green eyes, stood bare-armed in a fluttering yellowed dress, face to the wind, her cheeks reddening as if smacked and smacked again.”

Ifs Eye Faces Wind Skins Dresses Green Milk Cheeks Sixteen Fluttering Green Eyes Brunette

Author:Daniel Woodrell

“At the end of the day, no amount of investing, no amount of clean electrons, no amount of energy efficiency will save the natural world if we are not paying attention to it - if we are not paying attention to all the things that nature give us for free: clean air, clean water, breathtaking vistas, mountains for skiing, rivers for fishing, oceans for sailing, sunsets for poets, and landscapes for painters. What good is it to have wind-powered lights to brighten the night if you can't see anything green during the day? Just because we can't sell shares in nature doesn't mean it has no value.”

“Think of the sound you make when you let go after holding your breath for a very, very long time. Think of the gladdest sound you know: the sound of dawn on the first day of spring break, the sound of a bottle of Coke opening, the sound of a crowd cheering in your ears because you're coming down to the last part of a race--and you're ahead. Think of the sound of water over stones in a cold stream, and the sound of wind through green trees on a late May afternoon in Central Park. Think of the sound of a bus coming into the station carrying someone you love. Then put all those together.”

Source: The Wednesday Wars

“The green reed which bends in the wind is stronger than the mighty oak which breaks in a storm.”

Break Wind Stronger Green Storm Oaks Reeds Mighty Oaks

Author:Confucius

“Rochester: "I am no better than the old lightning-struck chestnut-tree in Thornfield orchard…And what right would that ruin have to bid a budding woodbine cover its decay with freshness?" Jane: "You are no ruin sir - no lighting-struck tree: you are green and vigorous. Plants will grow about your roots, whether you ask them or not, because they take delight in your bountiful shadow; and as they grow they will lean towards you, and wind round you, because your strength offers them so safe a prop.”

Asks Grows Tree Wind Offers Safe Shadow Roots Green Plant Rounds Delight Ruins Decay Lightning Jane Lighting Vigorous Props Freshness Orchard Chestnuts Rochester

Author:Charlotte Bronte

“All around us lies what we neither understand nor use. Our capacities, our instincts for this our present sphere are but half developed. Let us confine ourselves to that till the lesson be learned; let us be completely natural; before we trouble ourselves with the supernatural. I never see any of these things but I long to get away and lie under a green tree and let the wind blow on me. There is marvel and charm enough in that for me.”

Long Enough Use Lying Natural Half Trouble Tree Wind Lessons Capacity Green Instinct Blow Charm Get Away Spheres Green Trees

Book:The Essential Margaret Fuller

Source: The Essential Margaret Fuller

“Variations: II Green light, from the moon, Pours over the dark blue trees, Green light from the autumn moon Pours on the grass ... Green light falls on the goblin fountain Where hesitant lovers meet and pass. They laugh in the moonlight, touching hands, They move like leaves on the wind ... I remember an autumn night like this, And not so long ago, When other lovers were blown like leaves, Before the coming of snow.”

“Then, with an enormous rush of meadow-filled wind, the green candle went out, and my best friend died.”

Wind Died Green Filled Enormous Candle My Best Friend Meadows Friend Died

Book:Betrayed: A House of Night Novel

Source: Betrayed: A House of Night Novel

“An oak tree and a rosebush grew, Young and green together, Talking the talk of growing things- Wind and water and weather. And while the rosebush sweetly bloomed The oak tree grew so high That now it spoke of newer things- Eagles, mountain peaks and sky. "I guess you think you're pretty great," The rose was heard to cry, Screaming as loud as it possibly could To the treetop in the sky. "And now you have no time for flower talk, Now that you've grown so tall." "It's not so much that I've grown," said the tree, "It's just that you've stayed so small.”

“As I age in the world it will rise and spread, and be for this place horizon and orison, the voice of its winds. I have made myself a dream to dream of its rising, that has gentled my nights. Let me desire and wish well the life these trees may live when I no longer rise in the mornings to be pleased with the green of them shining, and their shadows on the ground, and the sound of the wind in them.”

World Wells May Made Dream Age Desire Night Wish Sound Voice Morning Tree Wind Shadow Let Me Green Shining Spread Rising Horizon

Book:New Collected Poems

Source: New Collected Poems

“When the cold comes to New England it arrives in sheets of sleet and ice. In December, the wind wraps itself around bare trees and twists in between husbands and wives asleep in their beds. It shakes the shingles from the roofs and sifts through cracks in the plaster. The only green things left are the holly bushes and the old boxwood hedges in the village, and these are often painted white with snow. Chipmunks and weasels come to nest in basements and barns; owls find their way into attics. At night,the dark is blue and bluer still, as sapphire of night.”

Source: Here On Earth

“Silver flow the streams from Celos to Erui In the green fields of Lebennin! Tall grows the grass there. In the wind from the Sea The white lilies sway, And the golden bells are shaken of mallos and alfirin In the green fields of Lebennin, In the wind from the Sea!”

Grows White Sea Fields Wind Flow Green Golden Grass Streams Silver Tall Bells Lilies Green Fields

Book:The Return of the King: Being the Third Part of the Lord of the Rings

Source: The Return of the King: Being the Third Part of the Lord of the Rings

“When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold, Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold; When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West, Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!”

World Dream Lying Sleep Tree Land Wind Summer Gold Green West Halls Roof Noon Woodland Come Back To Me Ent

Book:The Two Towers: Being the Second Part of The Lord of the Rings

Source: The Two Towers: Being the Second Part of The Lord of the Rings

“True names,” said September wonderingly. “These are all true names. Like, when your parents call you to dinner and you don’t come and they call again but you still don’t come, and they call you by all your names together, and then, of course, you have to come, and right quick. Because true names have power, like Lye said. But I never told anyone my true name. The Green Wind told me not to. I didn’t understand what he meant, but I do now.”

Said Stills Together Courses Names Parent Wind Green Dinner September

Book:The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making

Source: The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making

“One can never be sure,” the Green Wind sighed. “There is always the danger of kisses where sleeping maids are concerned. But you are safe now, and for awhile yet, and why worry about a thing that may never come to pass? Do not ruin today with mourning tomorrow.”

May Today Sleep Worry Danger Wind Tomorrow Safe Kissing Concerned Green Ruins Mourning Maids

Book:The Fairyland Series

Source: The Fairyland Series

“But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?”

Bigs Sky Wind Flower Summer Picks Green Smell Snow Sunset Honey Electric Lit Explosions Riot Alex Sheathes

Author:Lauren Oliver

“Sometimes I think maybe they were right all along, the people on the other side in Zombieland. Maybe it would be better if we didn't love. If we didn't lose either. If we didn't get our hearts stomped on, shattered: if we didn't have to patch and repatch until we're like Frankenstein monsters, all sewn together and bound up by who knows what. If we could just float along, like snow. But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosions of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?”

“My wind is turned to bitter north, That was so soft a south before; My sky, that shone so sunny bright, With foggy gloom is clouded o'er My gay green leaves are yellow-black, Upon the dank autumnal floor; For love, departed once, comes back No more again, no more.”

Black Sky Wind Gay Green South Bitter Yellow Sailing Sunny Gloom Departed Clouded Dank Green Leaves

Book:Poems

Source: Poems

“Come, I come! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountain with light and song: Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.”

May Long Light Earth Song Stars Steps Wind Birth Mountain Spring Green Opening Grass Violet April Springtime May Day Green Leaves

Book:Poetical works

Source: Poetical works

“The fields are snowbound no longer; There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green. The snow has been caught up into the sky- So many white clouds-and the blue of the sky is cold. Now the sun walks in the forest, He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers; They shiver, and wake from slumber. Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls. Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears.... A wind dances over the fields. Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter, Yet the little blue lakes tremble And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver.”

Source: Delphi Complete Works of Katherine Mansfield (Illustrated)

“Only in winter can you tell which trees are truly green. Only when the winds of adversity blow can you tell whether an individual or a country has steadfastness.”

Country Individual Leadership Tree Wind Adversity Green Winter Blow Steadfastness

Author:John F. Kennedy

“In every grave on earth's green sward is a tiny seed of the resurrection life of Jesus Christ, and that seed cannot perish. It will germinate when the warm south wind of Christ's return brings back the spring-tide to this cold sin-cursed earth of ours; and then they that are in their graves, and we who shall lie down in ours, will feel in our mortal bodies the power of His resurrection, and will come forth to life immortal.”

Feels Body Earth Lying Jesus Christ Sin Wind Cold Return Spring Jesus Christ Green South Warm Seeds Tiny Graves Mortals Immortal Resurrection Tides Easter Cursed Jesus Christ Easter

Author:David McMurtrie Gregg

“Warm summer sun, shine kindly here. Warm southern wind, blow softly here. Green sod above, lie light, lie light. Good night, dear Heart, Good night, good night.”

Source: The Mark Twain Autobiography + 3 Biographies: 4 Mark Twain Biographies In 1 Book: Chapters From My Autobiography By Mark Twain + My Mark Twain By William Dean Howells’ + Mark Twain A Biography By Albert Bigelow Paine + The Boys’ Life Of Mark Twain By Albert Bigelow Paine

“Long drawn, the cool, green shadows Steal o'er the lake's warm breast, And the ancient silence follows The burning sun to rest. The calm of a thousand summers, And dreams of countless Junes, Return when the lake-wind murmurs Through golden August noons.”