Quotes About Blue

Her fierce blue eyes met mine only for a second, but in that fragile eternity I glimpsed the mind behind the manners; in that endless instant, I knew.

A forced contemplation of the heavens, crisp and angelic blue, a classic prelude to death.

And searched the wood for Jenny, too, as soon as dawn had broken blue

Id is fery boedigal!" he said, his blue eyes twinkling. "Cabdain Blood is fond of boedry - you remember de abble-blossoms. So? Ha, ha!

From somewhere in the blue vault of heaven overhead came the joyous trilling of a lark, from below the silken rustling of the tideless sea.

The city's all brightness and shadow, deckle-edged, bluer than air-there's no help anywhere-you no longer know how to listen.

Después de comer alcachofas el agua tiene un sabor azul.

burning house; watched for the dark trousers and blue

With all the blue ethereal sky,

Blue' is actually my favorite chapter because it captures sadness more than the other chapters. That might sound weird but I've always been drawn to the rawest emotions.

Pitt will always be my school and I'm honored to be able to support the Blue and Gold.

Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in, for the blue world.

The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost.

One soft humid early spring morning driving a winding road across Mount Tamalpais, the 2,500-foot mountain just north of the Golden Gate Bridge, a bend reveals a sudden vision of San Francisco in shades of blue, a city in a dream, and I was filled with a tremendous yearning to live in that place of blue hills and blue buildings, though I do live there, I had just left there after breakfast.

The sea at the horizon was yet unchanged. It glittered blue and ageless, full of dancing points and nets of light in the late afternoon sun.

A sombrero fell out of the sky and landed on the main street of town in front of the mayor, his cousin, and a person out of work. The day was scrubbed clean by the desert air. The sky was blue. It was the blue of human eyes, waiting for something to happen. There was no reason for a sombrero to fall out of the sky. No airplane or helicopter was passing overhead and it was not a religious holiday.

The police are more impressive by night. First of all, you've got the flashing lights casting dramatic color into everyone's faces, grim expressions steeped alternately in criminal red and smoky blue.

It was a fine hat. Had a plume... Made her eyes so green... Very good color---green, Bullton agreed wistfully. Particularly for eyes, Kit mused. But I'm partial to hazel. Hazel is green with blue and bits of gold in it, he explained to Bullton. Are you, sir? Are you really partial to hazel? Bullton solemnly wanted to know. Very, very partial, Kit said dreamily.

He just hadn't expected to have his equilibrium roughly jostled by a pair of blue eyes this evening. He couldn't remember ever seeing eyes quite that color before. So achingly lovely they made him restless. He felt oddly as though he needed to do something about them.

the lap and luff of the sea on the ash-blue shore.

I began to toy with the finger of a girl in navy blue seated next to me. No, it was not I, but the mask.

The sky was rarely more than pale blue or violet, with a profusion of mighty, weightless, ever-changing clouds towering up and sailing on it, but it has blue vigour in it, and at a short distance it painted the ranges of hills and the woods a fresh deep blue.

I have a secret. A big, fat, hairy secret. And I'm not talking minor-league stuff, like I once let Joseph Applebaum feel me up behind the seventh-grade stairwell or I got a Brazilian wax after work last Friday or I'm hiding a neon blue vibrator called the Electric Slide in my night table. Which I'm not, by the way. In case you were wondering.

Fairness, does not govern life and death. If it did, no good person would ever die young. ~ The blue man