Quotes About Gray

I take it you don't ride often in town?" "No, I travel by foot or hackney." "But your brother…" Kathleen began, thinking of Devon's assured horsemanship. "He rides every morning. A big dapple gray that's as mean as the devil if it goes one day without hard exercise." A pause. "They have that in common.

Laws are black and white. The lives of women are a thousand shades of gray.

The Mediterranean has the color of mackerel, changeable I mean. You don't always know if it is green or violet, you can't even say it's blue, because the next moment the changing reflection has taken on a tint of rose or gray.

The woods of Arcady are dead, And over it their antique joy; Of old the world on dreaming fed; Gray Truth is now her painted toy.

The wood of the porch is the weathered gray that high-end designers strive to achieve for wealthy clients and that the poor endure because they lack money for paint.

The lawyer had gone a mottled red and gray, like a bad oyster, but said nothing. Jamie

He was wearing a coat made from a thick gray material called Ulster. Ulster is always gray. I'm thinking, sex killers always wear windbreakers.

Cold winds blow and thick ice forms, I conjure up this fairy storm. To seven corners of the human world the Rainbow Fairies will be hurled! I curse every part of Fairyland, with a frosty wave of my icy hand. For now and always, from this day, Fairyland will be cold and gray!

Gray sail against the sky, Gray butterfly! Have you a dream for going. Or are you the blind wind's blowing?

Maeve, open up!" "Gray, darling? Is that you?" "For God's sake, Maeve, open the goddamned door, now!" "Now Gray, that's no way to talk to royalty." He pounded savagely against the door, nearly holing the elegant wood. "Jesus, Maeve, OPEN THE GODDAMNED DOOR!

Genius and virtue are to be more often found clothed in gray than in peacock bright.

the beauty of the word sometimes, how sometimes evens us out, keeps us in the comfortable middle rather than dangling on one end of the spectrum or the other, hanging on for dear life. It helps us escape from the tyranny of black-or-white thinking.

Hers were the pale gray that made you think of nightfall and silver bullets and the edge of winter. The color that filled the sky before it was torn in half by lightening.

I don't like characters who are either good or bad. I just don't experience that in life, so my writing hasn't evolved that way.

Oh confound that gray-and-scarlet suit! Sophie said. I refuse to believe that I was the one that got caught with it!

As the evening sky faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he was, and how I named him Flint.

She, always dressed in gray, gentle yet stern, childlike yet mature, sweet yet uncompromising . . . the woman from Poland.

I looked at her, as vivid in my doorway as the moon in the autumn sky. Her eyes held mine, gray and steady. It is a common saying that women are delicate creatures, flowers, eggs, anything that may be crushed in a moment's carelessness. If I had ever believed it, I no longer did.

A pain was gnawing in my chest. I pressed my hands to it, the hollows and hard bones. I sat before my loom and felt at last like the creature Medea had named me: old and abandoned and alone, spiritless and gray as the rocks themselves.

I looked at her, as vivid in my doorway as the moon in the autumn sky. Her eyes held mind, gray and steady. It is a common saying that women are delicate creatures, flowers, eggs, anything that may be crushed in a moment's carelessness. If I had every believed it, I no longer did.

Anything done to excess can become a means to numb the pain of our unresolved past.

Despite its abbreviated length, February's always struck me as an especially bleak month, at least in these parts. I know it's not the darkest month, and I know it's not the coldest or the snowiest month, but February is gray in a way I can't explain. In February, all the big happy holidays are gone, and it's weeks and weeks -months, even- until Easter and spring.

Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.

Gray hair is the messenger of experience.