Quotes About Blue

but i know blue only blue lonely blue without you

I had never seen charts on which land and sea were so intricately tangled, in a looping scribble of blue and beige.

But his eyes were dark blue, so different from Bramblestar's warm amber ones. His gaze was fixed on Shadowsight with a menacing gleam.

She searched her daughter's bright blue gaze, looking for reproach, but saw nothing but love.

Any opportunity you get to play for your country and wear that blue cap is an honour.

Purple is the hue worn by a baby witch or warlock. Pink and blue are for mortals.

I wear pink on Saturdays for breast cancer, and I wear blue on Sundays. I'm superstitious. At the Evian tournament in 2010, in which I came in second, I wore baby blue on a Sunday. And ever since then, I've worn it every Sunday. Puma sponsors me, so I wear all their outfits in bright colors. I wear matching hair ribbons, too.

I have the worst ear for criticism; even when I have created a stage set I like, I always hear the woman in the back of the dress circle who says she doesn't like blue.

Most of the planet is covered with water, so there must be a clue to its worth in that fact.

One of the color combos that I really love is the tones of technicolor, which older movies would have, these tones of blue and red in them.

Establishing mood through pictorial means is the director Ridley Scott's most notable talent. There may be no working director more accomplished at wringing texture out of the color blue than the prodigious and now prolific Mr. Scott; you'd swear that with his dazzling washes of blues and sand tones, he was inventing additional hues on the spot.

Blue Tongue Films is a very important part of my life.

Giraffes are fairytale animals, almost heraldic - as if from the land of fables. They have extremely beautiful faces, huge eyes, very sensitive nostrils and oh, blue tongues!

I'm into a casual-dressing girl: blue jeans and a tank top is super sexy.

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? Celi, call Nom back and tell him of my need for purple!

She's as fetching as brown hair done up with ribbons blue The mountain, my lady She's as sweet as pink flowers made bright with morning dew, Mount Eskel, my lady

Once there was a queen in a palace of bread. Sing blue, sing white, stay up all night. She nibbled on the walls and gobbled up her bed. Sing white, sing blue, sing ballyhoo. The people begged a crumb from their robust queen. Sing blue, sing white, she ate all night. She would not share a thing until it turned green. So white, so blue, the mold it grew.

The next afternoon break, Miri joined the others outside. The sun's glare off the snow made her eyes water, but it seemed the most beautiful day Miri could remember. The sky was achingly blue. The snow that crunched under her boot spread over stone and hillock like spilled cream. The cold made the world feel clean and new, a day for beginnings.

I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the Eternal Blue Sky. It was morning. Some of the sky was yellow, some the softest blue. One small cloud scuttled along. Strange how everything below can be such death and chaos and pain while above the sky is peace, sweet blue gentleness. I heard a shaman say once, the Ancestors want our souls to be like the blue sky.

I love life. There's so much to learn and see all the time, and nothing nicer for me than to wake up, and the sky is blue.

To me acting is like a jigsaw puzzle. The jigsaw puzzle is of the sky and all the pieces are blue. Out of this you have to create a human being and put it together.

I am feeling quite well, I thank you, my lord, she said as coolly as she was able. Not so easy a thing to accomplish when one had just looked up, startled, into a pair of very blue bedroom eyes. Gracious, he had no business looking at anyone that way. Not outside the bedroom, anyway.

Now and again there's a moment, when the heart cries aloud: yes, I am willing to be that wild darkness, that long, blue body of light.

How blue is the sea, how blue is the sky, how blue and tiny and redeemable everything is, even you, even your eyes, even your imagination.