Quotes About Blue

This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.

For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woman's body against the uncanny blue sky.

I'm staring into chocolate eyes. although my brain is clouded and I'm dizzy, I know enough to register that chocolate is the opposite of blue. I don't want blue. Blue confuses me too much. Chocolate is straight-forward, easier to deal with.

We are violets blue, For our sweetness found Careless in the mossy shades, Looking on the ground. Love's dropp'd eyelids and a kiss,-- Such our breath and blueness is.

I look coolly in to the blue eyes of the person who is now my greatest opponent, the person who would keep me alive at his own expense. And I promise myself I will defeat his plan.

I love Israel for its blue and white flag as it matches my legs.

his face was a contradictory thing, sharp bones home to pleasant , even easygoing features, his eyes as light blue as denim that had seen too many washdays.

I wear a lot of block colour dresses on television as the simplicity translates well on camera and blue is often a colour I rely on as it goes with everything.

Love, it's such a night, laced with running water, irreparable, riddled with a million leaks. A night shaped like a shadow thrown by your absence. Every crack trickles, every overhang drips. The screech of nighthawks has been replaced by the splash of rain. The rain falls from the height of streetlights. Each drop contains its own shattering blue bulb.

A barge of mist floated along the water, and dragonflies, iridescent blue ones, darted back and forth like they were stitching up the air.

To feel the coolness of the blue glass, like solid pieces of the sea.

The chilly blue of loneliness was a shadow on snow. The

Emshwiller stepped out of the pickup wielding a matte-black rifle with a large scope (it was actually an airgun that fired 6.26-mm slugs). She was wearing her most elegant blue dress and a backward baseball cap. "I wanted to look freaky," she says.

Anyway, food is only a temporary solution. You eat, you get fat, and you're blue again!

I sit up in the dark drenched in longing. / I am carrying over a thousand names for blue that I didn't have at dusk.

Glas wen. En galés, sonrisa azul. Una mueca malévola ante el sufrimiento de nuestro peor enemigo.

De qué hierbas, entonces, tus ojos de doncella, di, melancolía se azulan... y se deslíen... de cuáles?

sight." "Yeah?" That blue fire returned

I looked at his eyes. I was thinking: they are bluer than the sea. But then the sea is not blue at all, is it?

I should love to see a ground-glass blue ocean

She'd never been good with flowers, hadn't bothered to learn the names, but there was stalky white one, and a bit of purple, and something that was almost blue.

Without a doubt, one of my favorite American ingredients is blue crabs, a true delicacy! And a great value, I think.

I only write in blue ink.

There is the subtler music, the clear light Where time burns back about th'eternal embers. We are not shut from the thousand heavens: Lo, there are many gods whom we have seen, Folk of unearthly fashion, places splendid, Bulwarks of beryl and of chrysophrase. Sapphire Benacus, in thy mists and thee Nature herself's turned metaphysical, Who can look at that blue and not believe?