Quotes About Green Meadows

#1. Today, I am a clear stream flowing softly through green meadows. I make my way swiftly but gently to my goals.

Julia Cameron

#2. The Earth is beautiful, and bright, and kindly, but that is not all. The Earth is also terrible, and dark, and cruel. The rabbit shrieks dying in the green meadows. The mountains clench their great hands full of hidden fire. There are sharks in the sea, and there is cruelty in men's eyes.

Ursula K. Le Guin

#3. Children worked in the mills: I will always believe that children are designed for green meadows and play, not for factories and cotton dust.

Nancy B. Brewer

#4. I have observed that almost all those whose labour lies in the field, and who go down to their business in the green meadows, admit the animal world to a share in the faculty of reason. It is the cabinet makers who construct a universe of automatons.

Richard Jefferies

#5. She sat in a corner warm with sunlight, a copy of Home Notes open unread upon her knee, and watched the green meadows flying past while the business men in the carriage talked about news in the papers - awful, as usual - their golf, their gardeners, and the detective stories they were reading.

Stella Gibbons

#6. God has blessed the vale of Kashmir with grace and grandeur. It is a land of lush green meadows, crystal clear springs and lakes, the majestic rivers and streams, the snow white and roaring cataracts, sweet waters, high snow-covered peaks make it a perfect archetype of the promised land of God.

Tarif Naaz

#7. Everything has to be as it is, everything only requires my consent, only my willingness, my loving agreement, to be good for me, to do nothing but work for my benefit, to be unable to ever harm me.

Hermann Hesse

#8. Only a few more weeks till spring ... and a few more weeks then till summer ... and holidays ... and Green Gables ... and golden sunlight on Avonlea meadows ... and a gulf that will be silver at dawn and sapphire at noon and crimson at sunset ... and you.

L.M. Montgomery

#9. Bin Laden is dead, and most of his friends are dead. But did it need to cost a trillion dollars and two land wars, including one that didn't have to do with Al Qaeda? Probably not.

Richard Engel

#10. Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy

William Shakespeare

#11. I wanted to get into art. I did some neon stuff. I worked in, not computer-generated, but computer manipulation of pictures.

Giorgio Moroder

#12. There is nothing left worth preserving in the notions of unseen powers, controlling human destiny, to which obedience and worship are due.

John Dewey

#13. Now there is any amount of this nonsense cropping up among American cranks. Anybody may propose to establish coercive Eugenics; or enforce psychoanalysis that is, enforce confession without absolution.

Gilbert K. Chesterton

#14. Those green irises were like gentle pools of brilliant meadows of sage and green-envy coneflowers swaying in a warm breeze.
HOLY fuck. What the hell sort of poetry was that dribbling out of my twisted brain?

Christine Zolendz

#15. Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth.

William Wordsworth

#16. Of all the peoples of the world, the Chinese are probably the most at home with their excrement. They know its value. For 4,000 years they have used raw human feces to fertilize fields.

Rose George

#17. That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,
Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.

William C. Bryant

#18. Dreaming by the river, I dedicated my imagination to water, to clear, green water, the water that makes the meadows green.

Gaston Bachelard

#19. Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood Let the smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace Let me die in my footsteps Before I go down under the ground.

Bob Dylan

#20. How do we appreciate the good without letting it be the enemy of the perfect? How do we keep a step in the right direction from becoming a stopping point? How do we get beyond shades of insipid light green?

Donella Meadows

#21. I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.

Ivan Turgenev