#green

May you live to see the green grass growing over your grave. ↗

— Frank Richard Stockton

#grave #green #growing #live #may

The easiest thing to find on God's green earth is someone to tell you all the things you cannot do. ↗

— Richard M. DeVos

#earth #easiest #easiest thing #find #god

I wanted to write as well as I possibly could to deal with life-and-death problems in contemporary society. And the form of Wilkie Collins and Graham Greene, of Hammett and Chandler, seemed to offer me all the rope I would ever need. ↗

— Ross MacDonald

#collins #contemporary #contemporary society #could #deal

I get a certain feeling when I go to Lambeau field in Green Bay. Soldier field in Chicago is special to me. Those are the places that I really like. The stadiums. ↗

— John Madden

#certain #certain feeling #chicago #feeling #field

Breathless, I gazed into his eyes. “I love you Ollie. No matter what happens, never forget that. I will always love you. You have a piece of my heart forever.” Beaming at me the tip of his nose touched mine as his forehead rested against my own. “I love you too Layla. You’ve had my heart since the moment you looked up at me from the hallway floor. You always will. ↗

— Marie Coulson

#layla-jennings #love #oliver-green #love

Is that why we give flowers? To express admiration? Sometimes. But there are other reasons. A symbol of love or of commiseration. A way of saying thank you. A mark of respect. Proof we like someone and want them to smile. And we put flowers on graves to say “Look, we still think of you. You've left a space behind. ↗

— Susan Fletcher

#love

...It sounded like a dragon breathing in time with me, like I had this pet dragon who was cuddled up next to me and cared enough about me to time his breaths to mine. ↗

— John Green

#pet-dragon #the-fault-in-our-stars #pets

It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you, Hazel Grace ↗

— John Green

#best-book-ever #cute #funny #humour #john-green

I kind of conned you into believing you were falling in love with a healthy person. ↗

— John Green

#the-fault-in-our-stars #love

One June evening, when the orchards were pink-blossomed again, when the frogs were singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head of the Lake of Shining Waters, and the air was full of the savor of clover fields and balsamic fir woods, Anne was sitting by her gable window. She had been studying her lessons, but it had grown too dark to see the book, so she had fallen into wide-eyed reverie, looking out past the boughs of the Snow Queen, once more bestarred with its tufts of blossom. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#l-m-montgomery