Green Quote by Dorothy Richardson Download Open image “Suddenly a mist of green on the trees, as quiet as thought.” — Dorothy Richardson ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.5 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Green Mist Quiet Tree Trees
“The wood was silent, still and secret in the evening drizzle of rain, full of the mystery of eggs and half-open buds, half unsheathed… — D.H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
A woman once described a friend of hers as being such a keen listener that even the trees leaned toward her, as if they… — Linda Hogan Copy Share Image
It was one of those winter days that suddenly dream of spring, when the sky is blue and soft and clear, and the wind… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
“Trees were made of vibrant green leaves sitting on the shoulders of shy green leaves too embarrassed to show themselves.” — Kevin James Moore Copy Share Image
“Woods were ringed with a colour so soft, so subtle that it could scarcely be said to be a colour at all. It was… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
“Now the wood in early morning was utterly silent. She walked carefully through damp leaves, around tangles of bramble and vine, trying not to… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
The leaves streamed down, trembling in the sun. They were not green, only a few, scattered through the torrent, stood out in single drops… — Ayn Rand Copy Share Image
“The wind fights in the treetops; the leaves move in a hundred dialects of green...” — Fredrik Backman Copy Share Image
I went to the springs while the sun was still up, and sitting on a rocky outcrop above the cave mouth I watched the… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
It will all go on as long as women are stupid enough to go on bringing men into the world. . . — Dorothy Richardson Copy Share Image
until it had been clearly explained that men were always and always partly wrong in all their ideas, life would be full of poison… — Dorothy Richardson Copy Share Image
The question was not how to get a job, but how to live by such jobs as I could get. — Dorothy Richardson Copy Share Image
Night is torment. That is why people go to sleep. To avoid clear sight and torment. — Dorothy Richardson Copy Share Image
Real speech can only come from complete silence. Incomplete silence is as fussy as deliberate conversation. — Dorothy Richardson Copy Share Image
The difference between you and me is that you think to live and I live to think. — Dorothy Richardson Copy Share Image
It's only in silence that you can judge of your relationship to a person. — Dorothy Richardson Copy Share Image
The very purpose for being in this body, for every one of us, is to live and rejoice in that virgin area, that untouched,… — Sri Sri Ravi Shankar Copy Share Image
If you're white and you're wrong, then you're wrong; if you're black and you're wrong, you're wrong. People are people. Black, blue, pink, green - God make no rules about color; only society make rules where my people suffer, and that why we must have redemption and redemption now. — Bob Marley Copy Share
“Yes, when I get big and have my own home, no plush chairs and lace curtains for me. And no rubber plants. I'll have a desk like this in my parlor and white walls and a clean green blotter every Sunday night and a row of shining yellow pencils always sharpened for writing and a golden-brown bowl with a flower… — Betty Smith Copy Share
The sun, a red wheel, was sinking slowly in the west. Besides being spectacularly beautiful, the early-summer sunset was exceedingly soft and gentle: black mulberry leaves turned as red as roses; pristine white acacia petals shed an enshrouding pale-green aura. Mild evening breezes made both the mulberry leaves and the acacia petals dance and whirl, filling the woods with a… — Mo Yan Copy Share
The Louvre! The Louvre has me in its clutches. Every time I'm there rich blessings rain down upon me. I am coming to understand Titian more and more and learning to love him. And then there is Botticelli's sweet Madonna, with red roses behind her, standing against a blue-green sky. And Fiesole with his poignant little biblical stories, so simply… — Paula Modersohn-Becker Copy Share
Meanwhile, the trees were just as green as before; the birds sang and the sun shone as clearly now as ever. The familiar surroundings had not darkened because of her grief, nor sickened because of her pain. She might have seen that what had bowed her head so profoundly -the thought of the world's concern at her situation- was found… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share
Keep the corners of your mouth turned up. Speak in a low, persuasive tone. Listen; be teachable. Laugh at good stories and learn to… — Mother Teresa Copy Share Image
We began as mineral. We emerged into plant life, and into the animal state, and then into being human, and always we have forgotten our former states, except in early spring when we slightly recall being green again. — Rumi Copy Share
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still… — David Copy Share Image
I'm homosexual. How and why are idle questions. It's a little like wanting to know why my eyes are green. — Jean Genet Copy Share Image
Summer explodes into Portland. In early June the heat was there but not the color--the green were still pale and tentative, the morning had… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
