I like the color green, and the WBC belt is green, so I can't wait to get that belt.
Green grass, green grandstands, green concession stalls, green paper cups, green folding chairs and visors for sale, green and white ropes, green-topped Georgia pines. If justice were poetic, Hubert Green would win it every year.
My passport's green.
By the way, most of the light that comes from the sun is green.
Research is a scientific activity dedicated to discovering what makes grass green.
My intuition told me that it was the grass that was important.Now it glows parrot-green, cool as mint, soft as moss, lying there like a cashmere blanket.
We were painting by numbers, starting with the greens. Because that happened to be our favorite color. And this, we figured, had to mean something.
...and his eyes were so green they could turn carbon dioxide into oxygen.
Nothing, not even an avocado pit, keeps guacamole green for too long once it's made.
I’m on top of my green like a lawn chair
Probably the person who said the only color in Los Angeles is green was right.
Spring was running in a thin green flame over the valley.
Green is one of my favorite colors.
Because I'm a synesthete I see characters in colors and I perceive a W as green.
Green has always been my mom's favorite color. My father, aunt and I have gotten her jade, emerald, and peridot pieces over the years, and we always seem to be on the lookout.
Absolute green is the most restful color, lacking any undertone of joy, grief, or passion. On exhausted men this restfulness has a beneficial effect, but after a time it becomes tedious.
As a picture painted in yellow always radiates spiritual warmth, or as one in blue has apparently a cooling effect, so green is only boring.
My favorite color is jungle green. At least, that's what it said on the side of my favorite crayon in first grade. I don't know if it's an official color.
Green is my favorite. And it's my favorite because it's the color of my wife's eyes, grass, trees, life, and money, and mother earth!
Wearing green underwear today, I feel like a frog.
When I look at green trees on a sunny day, I don't know how to make an interesting picture of that.
I remember being shocked when I came out from under the focusing cloth after a minute or two being submerged within that, at the startling green color of those ferns.
They'll sell you thousands of greens. Veronese green and emerald green and cadmium green and any sort of green you like; but that particular green, never.
In the hierarchy of colors, green represents the social middle class, self-satisfied, immovable, narrow.
Fenway Park, in Boston, is a lyric little bandbox of a ballpark. Everything is painted green and seems in curiously sharp focus, like the inside of an old-fashioned peeping-type Easter egg.
