Quotes About Gray

And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.

In the gray and cold of that place, the smell that came from the little bottle alarmed my grandfather. It was overripe as fruit and acrid as summer. It made the heart leap. It smelled the way the word sacrament sounded.

I generally don't think most situations can be labeled as black or white.

I just love doing sitcoms. I'd be in them till I was gray if they'd have me.

I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood.

A clear sky will swallow your problems. It will empty your brain if you let it. Gray skies are like a bad mood, dismal and heavy on your soul. The night sky is endless, full of possibilities, full of dreams you had once and forgot about. Look up. Those dreams are still there. You can always go back to them.

But the life of a Willa Cather, a Lillian Helman, and Virginia Woolf - - - would it not be a series of rapid ascents and probing descents into shades and meanings — into more people, ideas and conceptions? Would it not be in color, rather than black-and-white, or more gray? I think it would. And thus, I not being them, could try to be more like them: to listen, observe, and feel, and try to live more fully.

I had lost all perspective; I was wandering in a desperate purgatory (with a gray man in a gray boat in a gray river: an apathetic Charon dawdling upon a passionless phlegmatic River Styx ... and a petulant Christ child bawling on the train ... ).

My room is a twittering gray box with a wall / there and there and there again.

For all its cleanliness — not a weed in sight — the place was bankrupt of anything beautiful. But it wasn't just the orphanage. All the surrounding buildings were dismal gray, as though beauty were a frivolity of the rich.

I got an action figure. You know, like G.I. Joe. What I seen of it, they got to put a little gray in the hair.

There's nothing more mundane than sitting across from a celebrity in a sterile gray conference room. But when the star sitting across from you is Taraji Penda Henson, you are being treated to a master class in the art of the hustle.

I love the tones of browns and grays - I love more neutral tones. That's why I like going to the desert and working in the desert. I find that green trees and things like that have a tendency to lock us into a certain way of seeing.

I grew up in Hong Kong, and London used to seem very gray: the sky was gray, the buildings were gray, the food was incredibly gray - the food had, like, new kinds of grayness specially invented for it.

Quantum theory says that there must be quantum corrections to pure blackness, so black holes are actually gray. (And they emit a faint radiation called Hawking radiation.)

I like cold. I really like to go to cold towns. I love gray. I love winter.

Patience is the only way you can endure the gray periods.

All dragons are special, my boy - and they have always been rare. Angry red dragons, aloof green dragons, wise gray dragons, evil black dragons...

Rosy-fingered dawn indeed! This dawn was wearing gray gloves.

And so another miserable, black and weary night. And then another miserable gray and wintry morning.

One of my favorite stories is my first kissing scene with Linda Gray.

It was a land of shadows and ice. Of gray. And grayer. And black. -The Unseelie prison of Aedan

Thereare shades of gray, Rowena. I'm neither with nor against. I'm learning and deciding who to trust. Instead of bullying me, convince me.

Everything isn't black and white like you want it to be.