Quotes About Gray

It's okay," Dee Dee said in the soothing voice of something still confusingly celestial. "Just stay still." He glanced past her as he swam back to full consciousness. Yep, he was still in the cult compound. The decor in the room was closer to nonexistent than austere. Nothing on the walls, no furniture in view. The walls were that same inescapable gray.

It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.

It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.

A sensational event was changing from the brown suit to the gray the contents of his pockets. He was earnest about these objects. They were of eternal importance, like baseball or the Republican Party.

its mottled gray flesh was all torn and pockmarked. It smelled like the beach, like rotten kelp and saltwater. Aiden

A GRAY DAY … but, strangely enough, a gray day makes the bunches of daffodils in the house have a particular radiance

It was always gloomy in Mal's room, just as it was always gray and overcast on the island.

She's a gray woman with gray sayings." "A crape-hanger.

I keep my hair gray, so I like silver and platinum. For women who dye their hair, they can wear whatever they want.

Billy, you got that there barbecue ready yet, boy?" "Yes, sir. Coals are hot and gray. You wanted them gray, didn't you, Cookie?" "What color gray?" There was a pause. "Sort of medium." "Huh." Cookie closed the back door and grinned at Zane. "I screw with him because he makes it so easy.

y se qudó un instante mirando esos ojos grices que no la miraban, o bien que miraban todo con la misma desatención alarmada

The sky was full of stacked gray clouds and the air tasted like a nickel.

Kathleen Mavourneen! the gray dawn is breaking,The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill.

You're in a rather odd mood today." I'm soaking wet, Eloise." No need to snap at me about it, I didn't force you to walk across town in the rain." It wasn't raining when I left,". There was something about a sibling that brought out the eight-year-old in a body. I'm sure the sky was gray," Clearly, she had a bit of the eight-year-old in her as well.

The shirts were buttoned low enough that their gray chest hair jutted out like steel wool.

The high school had been built in the seventies and reeked of it. What had been considered sleek and modern had weathered like an old sci-fi movie set, like Logan's Run or something. The building was gray with fading aqua trim. It was the edificial equivalent of Cheez Whiz or a hockey player's mullet. There

She opened the door. His office was small and rain-pavement gray. He was bent over his desk, his head lowered.

The city lay cool and dim beneath a vaulting sky of high-scudding gray clouds. A gray shroud that covered the corpses of buildings, stiff in brick-and-steel rigor mortis, pale in their eternity of sooty death.

The sky was painted over, a perfect uniform gray. On days like this the clouds probably absorbed the sounds from the surface of the earth. And not just sounds. All kinds of things. Perceptions, for example.

It was a day like a slow-motion video of twilight. Uneventful, to put it mildly. The lead gray of the sky mixed ever so slowly with black, finally blending into night. Just another quality of melancholy. As if there were only two colors in the world, gray and black, shifting back and forth at regular intervals.

Well, you know, in any novel you would hope that the hero has someone to push back against, and villains - I find the most interesting villains those who do the right things for the wrong reasons, or the wrong things for the right reasons. Either one is interesting. I love the gray area between right and wrong.

Through the small tall bathroom window the December yard is gray and scratchy, the tree calligraphic.

I love that very traditional fairy tale where it's not all 'happily ever after.' I like all that old school, bloody, 'Brothers Grimm' sort of stuff. So you have all those shades of gray in there.

And the Savior said that the very elect would be deceived by Lucifer if it were possible [see Joseph Smith—Matthew 1:22]. [Lucifer] will use his logic to confuse and his rationalizations to destroy. He will shade meanings, open doors an inch at a time, and lead from purest white through all the shades of gray to the darkest black.