#green

What art should do, I think, is advance the generation into the next era. It should be one step ahead of the ordinary, ahead of what is already known. Art is what pulls on the next age. I’m not saying that my art is that, but that it would be good if it could be. ↗

— Andy Couturier

#community #environmentalism #green #japan #sustainability

That's why I like you. Do you realize how rare it is to come across a hot girl who creates a adjectival version of the word pedophile? You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are. ↗

— John Green

#the-fault-in-our-stars #business

The bottom line is down where it belongs - at the bottom. ↗

— Paul Hawken

#green-business #social-entrepreneurship #business

The more bare a life is, the more we fear change. ↗

— Graham Greene

#greeneland #life #mutability #change

Create the change you seek in the world. Be an ecopreneur. Launch your dream green business. ↗

— John D. Ivanko

#green-business #social-sector #sustainable-living #business

Right, well, he'd been sick for a while and his nurse said to him, 'You seem to be feeling better this morning,' and Isben looked at her and said, 'On the contrary,' and then he died. ↗

— John Green

#death #dying #green #halter #henrik-isben

I want to minimize the deaths I am responsible for. ↗

— John Green

#the-fault-in-our-stars #death

God, there must be a meaning. Fiercely he was certain that there must be a meaning. Surely, while we live we are not lost. Oh Janos, Janos my brother! Surely we are not lost--while we live. ↗

— John Hepworth

#death #fiction #hope #last-lines #the-long-green-shore

I could remember it. But I couldn’t see it again, and it occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again. ↗

— John Green

#perfect #dreams

I dreamt I saw a shadow with a burning heart butchering a golden stag, aye. I dreamt of a man without a face, waiting on a bridge that swayed and swung. On his shoulder perched a drowned crow with seaweed hanging from his wings. I dreamt of a roaring river and a woman that was a fish. Dead she drifted, with red tears on her cheeks, but when her eyes did open, oh, I woke from terror. All this I dreamt, and more. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#dreams