Green Foliage Quotes

#1. Color tends to corrupt photography and absolute color corrupts it absolutely. Consider the way color film usually renders blue sky, green foliage, lipstick red, and the kiddies' playsuit. These are four simple words which must be whispered: color photography is vulgar.

Walker Evans

#2. When you are so full of sorrow
that you can't walk, can't cry anymore,
think about the green foliage that sparkles after
the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when
you hope a final night will cover the world,
think about the awakening of a young child.

Omar Khayyam

#3. So many want to be lifted by song and dancing, and this morning it is easy to understand. I write in the sound of chirping birds hidden in the almond trees, the almonds still green and thriving in the foliage.

Linda Gregg

#4. A tree there is that from its topmost bough
Is half all glittering flame and half all green
Abounding foliage moistened with the dew;
And half is half and yet is all the scene;
And half and half consume what they renew ...

William Butler Yeats

#5. Light slanting down across Alode the Cliff illuminated a hundred forests; the irradiated foliage seemed to glow with internal light: bitter lime, intense gray-blue given pointillist fire by scarlet seed-pots, dark umber, black-blue, black-green

Jack Vance

#6. If you're a person who just wants to be in the world and doesn't want any knowledge, then I don't know what you are doing with this tape. Turn it off immediately.

Frederick Lenz

#7. Not foliage green, but of a fusk colour,
Not branches smooth, but gnarled and intertangled
not apple-tress were there, but thorns with poison.

Dante Alighieri

#8. You have to take chances - working in film is a mixture of luck, talent, and ability to take the risk. You have to be optimistic. You can't be a pessimistic person.

Nathan Crowley

#9. Frankly, our ancestors don't seem much to brag about. I mean, look at the state they left us in, with the wars, the broken planet. Clearly, they didn't care about what would happen to the people who came after them.

Suzanne Collins

#10. Mine is the time of foliage,
When hills and valleys teem
With buds and vines sweet scented,
All clothed in glowing green.

My nights are bright and starry,
My days are long and clear
And truly I'm the fairest,
Of all months in the year.

Mary Weston Fordham

#11. I lost most of my weight from breastfeeding and I encourage women to do it; It's just so good for the baby and good for yourself.

Beyonce Knowles

#12. Violent anger makes me physically ill.

Langston Hughes

#13. You know, it's a truism that writers for children must still be children themselves, deep down, must still feel childish feelings, and a child's surprise at the world.

A.S. Byatt

#14. Every time you see an interior, where somebody has a cockpit, is the real existing thing. Every time you see the exterior zooming by, it's completely CGI.

Daniel Simon

#15. Give me the outside of all things, I am a fanatic for the externality of things.

Jose Lezama Lima

#16. He stuff you learn beforehand will never be one-tenth as useful as the stuff you learn the hard way, on the job.

Hugh MacLeod

#17. I want to go to the Maldives before they sink, but just because it's the most beautiful place on earth.

Shane Smith

#18. When you feel helpless, you'll do just about any old thing to shut off your head.

Joe Hill

#19. Every day, police officers see the hairy, smelly underbelly of humanity, the most depraved and evil shit human beings are capable of, shit civilians thankfully can't imagine.

Lisa Genova

#20. I'm like the kid that crams for tests and never remembers anything.

Joaquin Phoenix

#21. Capitalists desire purchasing power. Socialists lust for the power to plan society. Which is worse?

A.E. Samaan

#22. It is man's destiny to ponder on the riddle of existence and, as a byproduct of his wonderment, to create a new life on this earth.

Charles Kettering

#23. Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen
To come forth, like the springtime, fresh and green

Robert Herrick

#24. In the sheltered heart of the clumps last year's foliage still clings to the lower branches, tatters of orange that mutter with the passage of the wind, the talk of old women warning the green generation of what they, too, must come to when the sap runs back.

Jacquetta Hawkes