[Her eyes] were like two perfect emeralds stuck in the…

I love San Francisco so much. I call it the Emerald City and have been coming here since 1992. I have a few old…

— Andy Cohen

Like other beautiful things in this world, its end (that of a shaft) is to be beautiful; and, in proportion to its beauty, it…

— John Ruskin

And beyond the timeless meadows and emerald pastures, the rabbit holes and moss-covered oak and rowan trees and the "slippy sloppy" houses of frogs,…

— Susan Branch

My people have been wearing green glasses on their eyes for so long that most of them think this really is an Emerald City.

— L. Frank Baum

At last he came to a door, with these words in glowing emeralds: THE END OF THE WORLD He did not hesitate. He opened…

— Orson Scott Card

The bed of flowers Loosens amain, The beauteous snowdrops Droop o'er the plain. The crocus opens Its glowing bud, Like emeralds others, Others, like…

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“Patience is like the most precious gemstone. Who can have it?”

— Isaac A. Yowetu

“She was partial to emeralds; she said they were the single thing that remained constant, always green, always the same...My mother had been right,…

— Alice Hoffman

The Mask "Put off that mask of burning gold With emerald eyes." "O no, my dear, you make so bold To find if hearts…

— William Butler Yeats

“There are no tough times, hard knocks, or challenges that aren't laden with emeralds, rubies, and diamonds for those who see them through. ”

— Mike Dooley

Liesel crossed the bridge over the Amper River. The water was glorious and emerald and rich. She could see the stones at the bottom…

— Markus Zusak

There is this cave In the air behind my body That nobody is going to touch: A cloister, a silence Closing around a blossom…

— James Wright

The field was even greener than my boy's mind had pictured it. In later years, friends of ours visited Ireland and said the grass…

— Duke Snider

Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow. But against…

— Lisa Ann Sandell

I climbed a path and from the top looked up-stream towards Chile. I could see the river, glinting and sliding through the bone-white cliffs…

— Bruce Chatwin