Quotes About Colors

Seguí alí, y sin embargo no estaba allí; estaba siempre lejos, infinitamente lejos, de vacaciones; de vacaciones en algún otro mundo, donde la música de la radio era un laberinto de sonoros colores, un laberinto resbaladizo, palpitante que guiaba (y por qué hermosos e inevitables rodeos) a un brillante centro de certidumbre absoluta...

Que se ha cansado de ver siempre los mismos colores y se ha vendado los ojos una temporada para olvidarlos y pensar otros nuevos.

only the rustle of those colours waving in the air, impenetrable, lighter than nothingness

Así vio, por último, de improviso, el cielo sobre el palacio mancharse con el vuelo de cientos de pájaros, como expulsados fuera de la tierra, pájaros de todo tipo, estupefactos, huir por todas partes, enloquecidos, cantando y gritando, pirotécnica explosión de alas y nube de colores disparada en la luz, y de sonidos, asustados, música en fuga, volando en el cielo.

Cosí vide, alla fine, all'improvviso, il cielo sopra il palazzo macchiarsi del volo di centinaia d'uccelli, come esplosi via dalla terra, uccelli d'ogni tipo, stupefatti, fuggire ovunque, impazziti, cantando e gridando, pirotecnica esplosione di ali, e nube di colori sparata nella luce, e di suoni, impauriti, musica in fuga, nel cielo a volare. Hervé Joncour sorrise. Seta

with the colors of the dawn still in the sky, when right smack-dab in the center of my field of vision I noticed this cloud in the perfect shape of an angel with her wings arched across the sky.

I can read in red. I can read in blue. I can read in pickle color too.

The colors of a fresh garden salad are so extraordinary, no painter's pallet can duplicate nature's artistry.

Dreams are like rainbows , each color has a distinct stop...

Her dress exploded, the flowers scattered in the air, the colours popped up high like fireworks in a celebration, but: no sound could be heard, no sound...

When I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears.

Each day brings its own colours to be chosen, mixed, pigments of joy, happy moments, smiles and laughter.... And which will you choose? For 'Life' is choice.

There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval. The dark background which death supplies brings out the tender colours of life in all their purity.

All the rarest hues of human life take radiance and are rainbowed out in tears.

There was a strange exciting smell in the air - the smell of wine, cigar smoke, and perfume, mingled with the scent of the roses. The bright colors merged into one another, and the music rose and fell.

Still, the flowers were growing right along with them, miniature roses and hydrangea, lavender and peonies, magenta and red and pink and purple flowers. And not just in the garden, but all around, the orchard was bursting with green, and smells, and birds singing until long after dark.

The pills sit in there in their colours and shapes ready to push me, in plastic-coated increments, into my future.

Quintiles, since they're based on families and households, hide what's been happening between the genders. During the Golden Age, men of all colors did better than women of all colors; since 1973, however, the tables have turned, and men's wages have fallen while women's have risen—and white men, on average, have done worst of all.

She turned back to inspect a bank of greens: olive, jade, leaf, kiwi, lime, a silver-green like the back of birch leaves, a bright pistachio.

I meant to write a song of battle, for storied deeds of war inspire; I seemed to hear the cannon thunder, I seemed to see the smoke and fire. But oh, the pathos of the ending when brave men conquered in the fight, knelt, kissing yielded blood-stained colors!--my eyes are blurred, I cannot write.

bathed in the thick honey gold of the sun through encircling trees only just beginning to turn the muted metal colors of fall.

emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea...

the small garden was just a slip of earth on the side of the house, bit it seemed like its own universe. The sweet, sharp scent of hundreds of flowers greeted her. Even in the night their colors sang it was a thick, lush blanket of color- luxurious purple and electric blue and sunshine yellow and cheery red. It was like a movie version of an enchanted harden, gorgeous, vivid, and too beautiful to be real. She could dive into the purple of the violets and live there.

When I'm not working, I don't wear a lot of makeup. When I do, I like to accentuate my eyes and wear natural colors. I am also mindful of the proper way to apply concealer.