Quotes About Colors

But when I touch you, your aura … it smolders . The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney?" He used that hand to pull me closer. "Why do you react that way if I don't mean anything to you?" There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate.

I thought Alchemists avoided alcohol the same way they do primary colors.

Gold and orange hues suggested it was nearing sunset. "Beautiful," I murmured. "I agree," Adrian said, and I saw his eyes were on me.

Think reds, orange, yellows, greens, purple, blue — the darker and deeper the colors, the better they are for you.

The darker and richer the colors, the more unique and wonderful the fruits, the more power-packed nutrition they contain.

Rainbow drops - suck them and you can spit in six different colours.

We can make a little order where we are, and then the big sweep of history on which we can have no effect doesn't overwhelm us. We do it with colors, with a garden, with the furnishings of a room, or with sounds and words. We make a little form, and we gain composure.

Everywhere she looked, she saw bright colors: on the drab, gray concrete apartments, on the tin-roofed, open-fronted stores, in the muddy water flowing in the gutters. It was as though a rainbow had melted into her eyes. Rasheed

Crocuses shouted purple and white against the bright grass;

The evening light would concentrate itself into the band of sky over the black jagged peaks of the Hellespontus, brilliant pinks and silvers and violets shading up into dark indigos and bruised blacks, and their voices would soften in that last part of the twilight Michel called entre chien et loup.

I have always loved the many moods of the sky at Rocky Flats. Turquoise and teal in summer, fiery red at sunset, iron gray when snow is on the way. The land rolls in waves of tall prairie grass bowed to the wind, or sprawling mantles of white frosted with a thin sheath of ice in winter.

It's a bird of some sort. It's like a duck, only I never saw a duck have so many colors. The bird swam swiftly and gracefully toward the Magic Isle, and as it drew nearer its gorgeously colored plumage astonished them. The feathers were of many hues of glistening greens and blues and purples, and it had a yellow head with a red plume, and pink, white and violet in its tail.

The North Country is purple, and it's the Country of the Gillikins. The East Country is blue, and that's the Country of the Munchkins. Down at the South is the red Country of the Quadlings, and here, in the West, the yellow Country of the Winkies.

larkspur and lupine, foxglove and Indian paintbrush.

My revolution of the Self, which has been such an essential part of my life so far, is all about discovering death. My destiny is to make art for my own requiem: art which gives meaning to death, tracing the beauty of colours and space in the silence of death's footsteps and the 'nothingness' it promises.

I never knew it before but now I know—and you, too, know—that laughter may be of different colors, Laughter is but a distant echo of an explosion within us; it may be the echo of a holiday—red, blue, and golden fireworks—or at times it may represent pieces of human flesh exploded into the air.…

Mai inainte n-am stiut - acum stiu, dupa cum stiti si voi: rasul poate avea culori diferite. Nu este decat ecoul indepartat al exploziei din interiorul vostru: poate sunt rachete de sarbatoare - rosii, albastre, aurii, poate au sarit in sus franturi de trup omenesc...

I had never known this before, but now I do and so do you: Laughter comes in different colours. It is only the distant echo of an explosion inside you. It might come in holiday colours—red, blue, golden rockets. or it might be the bits of a human body flying out...

laughter comes in different colors. It is only the distant echo of an explosion occurring inside you: it might be festive rockets of red, blue, gold, or it might be shreds of human bodies flying upward

Emotions are the colors of the soul.

There are stars, stars, scattered stars, blackness all between. They ripple and fold and bend, and they rush toward him, rush by him. Their colors are blazing and pure as angels' eyes.

O strânse cu atâta drag de parc? ar fi îmbr??i?at toate culorile lumii

I wanted to design the house around my body and my needs, instead of following the pattern that I'd fallen into in my big house: picking paint colors and finishing the woodwork with some future owner and salability in mind. This was going to be my house.

Lady Autumn, Queen of the Harvest, I have seen You in the setting Sun with Your long auburn tresses... You sit upon Your throne and watch the dying fires of the setting Sun shine forth its final colors in the sky... Lady Autumn, You are here at last...