Green Quote by William Shakespeare

“Her eyes were misting over, her heart was talking on her lips. To need everything when everything is finished. She no longer knew whether…

— Violette Leduc

What she felt was a lighthearted sort of compassion, almost like laughter. A swish of tender hilarity, getting the better of all her sores…

— Alice Munro

“Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

She was no longer that happy creature who in earlier youth wandered with me on the banks of the lake and talked with ecstasy…

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Nature reserves some of her choice rewards for days when her mood may appear to be somber.

— Rachel Carson

“And yet and yet! That strained look on her face! A gnawing sorrow is there all the time. Her very soul is in her…

— James Joyce

“—But why is she weeping? She, the perfect beauty, Who could put at her feet the conquered human race, What secret malady gnaws at…

— Charles Baudelaire

She was the epitome of stately sorrow each time she smiled.

— Joseph Heller

She wasn't happy, but then she wasn't unhappy. She wasn't anything. But I don't believe anyone is a nothing. There has to be something…

— John Steinbeck

“Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale-white…

— Patricia Highsmith

There was something striking about her posture; something about the tilt to her head. She was like a beautiful and lonely piece of art,…

— Maggie Stiefvater

“All articulate thought had long ago deserted her; her heart seemed to have grown to the size of a sun, and to illuminate her…

— Virginia Woolf