Topics About 'Green'

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Image, 25 awesome tips for a beautiful life!

Articles

Tips For A Beautiful Life! 1. Take a 10-30 minute walk every day. & while you walk, SMILE. It is the ultimate antidepressant. 2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day. 3. When you wake up in the morning, Pray to ask God’s guidance for your purpose, today. 4. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants. 5. Drink green tea and plenty of water. Eat blueberries, broccoli, and almonds. 6. Try to make at least three people smile each day. 7. Don’t waste your precious energy... Read more »

Image, A cute short touching love story

Moral Stories, Stories

A short story about Love One day god send a chair to Two Lovers... The specialty of that chair was that the person sitting on it if says TRUTH, Then the GREEN lite would blink 'n if person sitting on it says LIE, Then RED lite would blink.... Boy sat on the chair.. GIRL - Do you LOVE me? BOY - Yes I love You...(RED lite blinks..) GIRL - Don't worry there will be mistake done by god..!! I'll ask You again 'n then We'll see what Will happen... GIRL - Do You LOVE me? BOY - yes I love... Read more »

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Image, She tapped on the window with her embossed hairbrush. They were too

Picture Quotes

She tapped on the window with her embossed hairbrush. They were too far off to hear. The drone of the trees was in their ears; the chirp of birds; other incidents of garden life, inaudible, invisible to her in the bedroom, absorbed them. Isolated on a green island, hedged about with snowdrops, laid with a counterpane of puckered silk, the innocent island floated under her window. Only George lagged behind.

Virginia Woolf

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Image, He looked at a world of incredible loveliness. Old distaff Celt’s blood

Picture Quotes

He looked at a world of incredible loveliness. Old distaff Celt's blood in some back chamber of his brain moved him to discourse with the birches, with the oaks. A cool green fire kept breaking in the woods and he could hear the footsteps of the dead. Everything had fallen from him. He scarce could tell where his being ended or the world began nor did he care. He lay on his back in the gravel, the earth's core sucking his bones, a moment's giddy vertigo with this illusion of falling outward through blue and windy space, over the offside... Read more »

Cormac McCarthy

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