#tropical

I don't think there's much point in bemoaning the state of the world unless there's some way you can think of to improve it. Otherwise, don't bother writing a book; go and find a tropical island and lie in the sun. ↗

— Peter Singer

#bother #find #go #i #improve

We lived on the Key West Army Base. Key West for me was a tropical island paradise. ↗

— Gloria Swanson

#base #island #key #lived #me

A single tree in the tropical forest in the south of Mexico has more different species than some European countries. ↗

— Carlos Salinas de Gortari

#different #european #european countries #forest #mexico

It was with deep interest that my companion and myself, both now about to see and examine the beauties of a tropical country for the first time, gazed on the land where I, at least, eventually spent eleven of the best years of my life. ↗

— Henry Walter Bates

#beauties #best #both #companion #country

All we need, really, is a change from a near frigid to a tropical attitude of mind. ↗

— Marjory Stoneman Douglas

#change #frigid #mind #near #need

We don't need to clear the 4 to 6 percent of the Earth's surface remaining in tropical rain forests, with most of the animal and plant species living there. ↗

— E. O. Wilson

#clear #earth #forests #living #most

Indians are numerous in the tropical regions; not so elsewhere. ↗

— Ezra Stiles

#indians #numerous #regions #tropical

The sun tells the best joke of a day full of them, setting so spectacularly that you can almost smell the tropical paradise lazing somewhere over this rim of endless, gray socialist towers. Miles of square windows explode orange, red, and purple, like a million TV sets broadcasting the apocalypse. Clouds unspool. The sky drains of birds. ↗

— Tod Wodicka

#birds #clouds #prague #sunset #tropical-paradise

On my return to Cornwall I discovered that I was living in a tropical paradise. For now I am content to explore my own home and our nearest neighbour France. ↗

— John Dyer

#content #cornwall #discovered #explore #france

His cell-phone rang. Dominic fumbled for it on the nightstand next to the couch, the dim lights not helping his endeavour. He had piercing, generic, banal fluorescent lights on his face all the time at work and at University, it was so bad it made him loathe even natural sunlight. Lucky this apartment’s living room light had a dimmer. He flipped open his phone and said hello. ‘Hey Dom, how you doin’?’ a voice boomed. It was Ben. They proceeded to talk about the upcoming exams, which were deceptively close as it was week 10 at the moment. Yes, they would be alright. Yes, they would meet up afterwards. No, he hadn’t studied more than Ben had. As he clapped the phone closed after the genial conversation reached its natural nadir, he had forgotten most of what had been said ↗

— T.P. Grish

#drama #fiction #humor #humour #maldives-malady