Quotes About Colors

I clasped his face in both hands as I kissed him. You don't know how I need you, how I love you, how I always have, I whispered in his ear. Maybe he would find me more charming on account of what's befallen me - the unexpected horror I've seen, the inevitable pain I've endured. It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater luster to our colours, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn't destroy us, if it doesn't burn away the optimism and the spirit.

I saw the great sparkling orbs of his eyes, the tiny red veins that reached for the dark centers, that warm hand burning my cold hunger as he guided me to a chair. And then all around me I saw faces blazing, faces rising in the smoke of the lamps, in the shimmer of the burning stove, a wonderland of colors on canvases surrounding us beneath the small, sloped roof, a blaze of beauty that pulsed and throbbed.

And everything I see when I look at you is utterly insubstantial. It is a commingling of tiny movements and indefinable colors as if you haven't a body at all, but are a collection of heat and light. You are light itself, and what am I now? Eternal as I am, I curl like a cinder in that blaze.

I went soft. I saw the shocks of the blows as so many colors, and I thought to myself bitterly, ah, what beautiful colors, yes, colors. Then came the increased wails of my brothers. They too must suffer this, and what mental refuge did they have, these fragile young students, each so well loved and so well taught and groomed for the great world, to find themselves now at the mercy of these demons whose purpose was unknown to me, whose purpose lay beyond anything I could conceive.

the villa) It's beautiful too, all hot pinks and reds, and rocks and sand and blinding blue and white.

The winter light, tinted by the bright colors in the street, plays on the go-board. All these festivities cut me off from the rest of the world. My loneliness is like a bolt of crimson silk stowed in the bottom of a wooden chest.

SO MUCH (INSPIRED BY MR. WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS) BY JACK So much depends upon a black kitten dotted with white beside a photo of my yellow dog

Memory is merciful, Joanna, more so than man. It fades past pain, yet holds bright the colors in recalled joy.

It's like I've always had a painted musical sound track playing background to my life. I can almost hear colors and smell images when music is played.

Do you own anything not pink? (Talon) I have a purple razor if you'd rather. (Sunshine) Please. (Talon) (She pulled out a darker pink one.) That's not purple. It's pink too. (Talon) Well, that's all I have unless you want my X-Acto blade. (Sunshine)

For frequent tears have run; The colours from my life.

My god, life is beautiful! Look at the colors! if you are blind, look at the colors of your mind.

Life is a big ol' canvas. And you have every combination of colors to paint with.

Watercolor is an alchemical medium - colors mixing with water, joining with it, being extended by it - creating new life where none had been before.

While I was at college studying design I decided to paint. I was also greatly inspired by the colours that I had seen on my travels in the Brazilian Rain forest.

He waited while Gilan and Will moved the cloaks experimentally, eyeing each other and studying the unusual colors, seeing how they would blend into the landscape of rock and desert that surrounded Al Shabah. All right, ladies," he said, "if you're finished with the fashion show, let's go meet the Wakir.

He had no interest in fine clothes. Clothes were utilitarian as far as he was concerned. In cold weather, they should be warm and waterproof. In hot weather, light and airy. And bright colors served only to make a man stand out against the background, which was never a good idea in his opinion. A man who stood out against the background made an easy target.

When the ceremony was over, everybody felt a great deal better, for it had been a day of fun. They were better able now to see the greenness of the world, the wideness of the sacred day, the colors of the earth, and to set these in their minds.

paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...

you were a jumble of broken bits of glass the sun caught and stained my soul with your colors....

I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you...

did you know that in your eyes there are bright flecks of green and orange - and that they are lovely?...

Beauty seen is never lost, God's colors all are fast.

The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.