#tropical

I like words. Words are places, rooms, distant airs, thin and tropical. They make us feel and imagine we are more than our bodies. ↗

— Rickie Lee Jones

#bodies #distant #feel #i #imagine

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

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

— Ezra Stiles

#indians #numerous #regions #tropical

Humans are an infant species, a mere 150,000 years old. But, armed with a massive brain, we've not only survived, we've used our wits to adapt to and flourish in habitats as varied as deserts, Arctic tundra, tropical rainforests, wetlands and high mountain ranges. ↗

— David Suzuki

#arctic #armed #brain #deserts #flourish

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

— Gloria Swanson

#base #island #key #lived #me

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

The long, cold Minnesota winters instilled in me a fascination for exotic far off places; I aspired toward a career in tropical diseases and world health problems. ↗

— Peter Agre

#career #cold #diseases #exotic #far

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

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

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