#green

I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#love

To know you is to hate you, so loving you must be like suicide. ↗

— Billy Joe Armstrong

#love

Words. I had always loved them. I collected them, like I had collected pretty stones as a child. I liked to roll words over my tongue like a lump of molten honeycomb, savouring the sweetness, the crackle, the crunch. ↗

— Kate Forsyth

#kate-forsyth #love-of-words #writing #love

I doubt if ever one ceases to love, but one can cease to be in love as easily as one can outgrow an author one admired as a boy. ↗

— Graham Greene

#books #doctor-fischer-of-geneva #graham-greene #love #love

She loves mysteries that she became one. ↗

— John Green

#green #john #mystery #paper #town

Oh there is lovely to feel a book, a good book, firm in the hand, for its fatness holds rich promise, and you are hot inside to think of good hours to come. ↗

— Richard Llewellyn

#love

I wouldn't want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#anne-of-the-island #husband #marriage #marriage

Green humanism? What's that? Humanism for little green men? ↗

— Ken MacLeod

#men

Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#drama #green #literature #nature #poetry

There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. ↗

— John Green

#john-green #math #the-fault-in-our-stars #true #math