Quotes About Gray

Nothing is black or white.

The light that remained was of the clear gray quality that reminds one that the sky is not a blanket of blue benevolently spread over the earth but only the beginning of cold and impossible distances

The muted November light made everything seem gray and still, like a pencil drawing.

There is no more time, the gray cat is sleeping on the gutter morning noon and night.

That swirling devil's clot, that black maelstrom of cylindrical majesty. It is a swirling gray spider egg unspooling, filled with rotten teeth. A biblical monster, God's vengeance. Whirring

I'd started to put on my boots, but that terrible gray morning alarmed me. Sometimes I feel as if we're living inside a tomb, a large, spacious one for lots of people. I looked at the world wreathed in gray Murk, cold and nasty. The prison is not outside, but inside each of us.

There was gray everywhere.

The wind pounced on them hard. It had blown some of the cloud away and stretched the rest across the sky like rags on a loom to make a rug. A blue and white and gray rug like that would b pretty, thought Arry. But how do I know that? Do I know it?

But most often this was how she remembered it: gray and forbidding, with sharp-edged boulders covered by patches of snow and trees the color of lead against dank clouds that drifted like smoke through the mountains.

il semble que ce qui vous pousse brusquement à la fugue, ce soit un jour de froid et de grisaille qui vous rend encore plus vive la solitude et vous fait sentir encore plus fort qu'un étau se resserre.

Not everything is black and white. In fact, almost nothing is.

No siempre hay un bueno. Ni siempre hay un malo. Casi todo el mundo esta en un punto intermedio

No siempre hay un bueno. Ni siempre hay un malo. Casi todo el mundo está en un punto intermedio.

No siempre hay un bueno. Ni siempre hay un malo. Casi todo el mundo está en algún punto intermedio.

Moonlight knew no colors and traced the contours of the terrain only very softly. It covered the land a dirty gray, strangling life all night long. This world molded in lead, where nothing moved but the wind that fell sometimes like a shadow over the gray forests, and where nothing lived but the scent of the naked earth, was the only world he accepted, for it was much like the world of his soul.

Then the Maw did something really disgusting. It let loose with the evil mother of all farts. It was actually visible, a gray murky mist. I covered my mouth and nose with my sleeve, but my eyes were burning. I had been tear-gassed before. This was worse. While

There were days, rainy gray days, when the streets of Brooklyn were worthy of a photograph, every window the lens of a Leica, the view grainy and immobile.

but I'm a trial lawyer, damn it. In the legal system, not everything is black-and-white. I make my living in the gray.

These days, I try to act with integrity, but I'm a trial lawyer, damn it. In the legal system, not everything is black-and-white. I make my living in the gray.

Speed kills colour... the gyroscope, when turning at full speed, shows up gray.

For HCPs, there often cannot be any shades of gray. This is called splitting. You may recognize this all-or-nothing, black-and-white thinking when you hear an HCP say things like, "You always do this," and "You never do that.

Keep seeing shades of gray. Often, loved ones pick up the borderline defense mechanism of splitting, or seeing things in black and white. Keep in mind the subtleties inherent in all situations. Don't get drawn into the other person's extreme reactions; trust your instincts and form your own judgments.

Night. Rain. A livid sky pierces the lacework Of spires and towers, the silhouette of a Gothic Town dim in the gray distance.

Maybe learning to live with the question marks, recognizing that closure does not always occur, is all I really needed to do. I hadn't expected, coming from a world that fights to see life's beginnings in black and white, to be so comforted by a shade of gray. The notion of the water child made sense to me. What I had experienced was not a full life, nor was it a full death, but it was a real loss.