Quotes About Vibrancy

I feel like acting is a ton of fun. It's the freest and most alive you can be.

My goal is never to tone down.

I want to be one tone, and I want to glow.

And then, of course, most potters, they go in for earth tones and subdued things, and I like color.

Gak encompasses so many things, like, 'Tonight is going to be a gak and a half.' If it's going to be a 'big gak,' it's going to be major.

I grew up in a household where everybody lived at the top of his lungs.

I love all shades of blue, but electric blue tops the list.

I'm constantly doing new stuff. I'm always excited. I'm a one-man tornado.

There are some cities that you go to that bring something out of you. Toronto is one of them.

One thing about London is that when you step out into the night, it swallows you.

What a noise we'll make among the drab and dull, how we'll...wait, I want more green. I hope I did not imply I only wanted your colors. We can't turn a cold shoulder to green, and blue, and purple, for the sake of all ordered things, hour can you dismiss purple? Call [him] back and tell him off my need of purple!

What a noise we'll make among the drab and dull, how we'll...wait, I want more green. I hope I did not imply I only wanted your colors. We can't turn a cold shoulder to green, and blue, and purple, for the sake of all ordered things, how can you dismiss purple? Call [him] back and tell him of my need of purple!

I'd never do that." That slow, sizzling smile—like the path of a flame on a fuse—lifted his lips again. "I'd never get the chance to bring out your passionate side. When you're angry, you burn. You glow with an energy that crackles like lightning.

Ah, but it is a woman's romantic view of life that keeps it from becoming dull.

And her beauty could be vibrant if she was allowed to be spontaneously herself and if she was secure in the love of those around her.

Her life's full of exclamation points.

caffeine-infused tsunami of words.

she was color and glitter and chaos

Rise and shine, porcupines!

Two students had approached Leonard while he was staring at the painting, a boy and a girl. The boy was beautiful - his hair genuinely golden, a color poets wrote about but rarely saw. The girl had a smile like a dangerous question. The first thing that struck Leo was how alive they looked. In contrast to the surroundings, they were bright and flushed.

with a voice like a machine gun spitting smiles…

with the gay exuberance that made him irresistible at times

All these brilliant colors in this hopeless place, it kills you.

An indistinct cacophony blanketed the area like fog: people shouting into mobile phones, street-stall hawkers exhorting potential customers, cars and horns and jackhammers. A couple of pigeons soared from one rooftop to another, flapping their wings in seeming laughter at the seething mass below.