Quotes About Gray

His eyes are a hazy swirl ofgray, like a thick mass of clouds gathering before an impending storm

And all through that night of age-long agony the gray figure stood, still as a statue, at the foot of the stairs. Only, when, with the first chill breath of the morning, a dry, quick-quenched sob of a strong man sorrowing for the helpmeet of a score of years, and a tiny cry of a new-born child wailing because its mother was not, came down to his ears, the Gray Watchman dropped his head upon his bosom, and, with a little whimpering note, crept back to his blanket.

In the dark morning light, her gray eyes look completely green, as though they belonged to a cat that can see in the dark.

It was November, that quiet, gray time of the year when you feel like holding someone's hand. Gretel had her own hands clasped together, like a corpse.

It had been raining, that gray, unpoetic rain of midwinter in a dreary suburb.

The man in the water saw the eye of the man on the bridge gazing into his own through the sights of the rifle. He observed that it was a gray eye and remembered having read that gray eyes were keenest, and that all famous markmen had them. Nevertheless

The sky was the exact filthy gray of a Polaroid just beginning to develop.

The world turns gray, the air grows cool, the fog blows in. Only at evening can you really value home.

The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set, gray life, and apathetic end.

And all my days are trances,And all my nightly dreamsAre where thy gray eye glances,And where thy footstep gleams—In what ethereal dances,By what eternal streams.

Edinburgh. A soft gray loveliness, fog-shrouded, gray-green, gray-blue, gray-gray, mauve, melting, misting over, grave.

It was a friar of orders grayWalked forth to tell his beads.

I had a little pony,His name was Dapple Gray;I lent him to a ladyTo ride a mile away.She whipped him, she slashed him,She rode him through the mire;I would not lend my pony nowFor all the lady's hire.

Comedy, in my opinion, is best when it's in the gray, and you're kind of pushing people's thoughts that they sort of had but never vocalized. And I think a joke is not good if someone says something, and immediately people are clapping because they're like, 'Yes! That is how I feel as well!'

They can see the brave silhouette from almost anywhere in the District of Columbia and use it as a compass to locate other monuments and eventually to find their way out of the great, gray federal wilderness.

I wanted to do something heroic if I was going to be on TV. And the first thing that appeals to me once I have decided I don't want to be the bad guy is to find things that are not black and white.

Q. Life is not two sheets of paper, one black, one white. Life is a ream of paper, each page a different shade of gray." That was about as poetic as Boone had ever been. And I was still confused.

The rain was that endless, gray, pounding kind of rain that makes your house feel cold and sad even if your mother's spirit isn't dying upstairs.

Life is not like the game of chess. There are not only black and white pieces. There are gray figures, solitary knights, and equivocal characters who never get caught.

I do love the west wind. It sings of hope and gladness, doesn't it? When the east wind blows I always think of sorrowful rain on the eaves and sad waves on a gray shore. When I get old I shall have rheumatism when the wind is east.

The only true animal is a cat, and the only true cat is a gray cat.

Curled up on one of her pillows a gray fluff of kitten yawned, showing its pink tongue, tucked its head under again, and went back to sleep.

Standing on the deck of a San Francisco ferryboat, in a gray suit so precisely the same colour as the fog that he seems (as in a not particularly scary movie) to be a ghostly floating head

in a gray suit so precisely the same color as the fog that he seems (as in a not particularly scary movie) to be a ghostly floating head.