Quotes About Gray

His eyes reconnected with hers, and she wondered if he remembered that they were an unusual shade of gray, which most people found arresting and which lying witnesses found disconcerting. When his gaze lowered

However, come, let's go, the world's turned gray And chilly, evening mists are rising, At nightfall it's indoors you want to be. 1170 But why should you stand still, astonished, staring? What can you see in the dusk to find upsetting?

a sadness that turned the world to gray. He

High on the hilltop The old King sits; He is now so old and gray He's nigh lost his wits. —Allingham, The Fairies

Life is much more complex than the black-and-white sound bites that you get on television. There are nuances and shades of gray.

Life is made up of moments, small pieces of glittering mica in a long stretch of gray cement.

Anybody who believes and experiences their life and doesn't have shades of gray in it doesn't live where I live and is simply not in touch with the reality of the human condition.

The window's amber glass gives a diamond cutout into the world which is one I wouldn't want to be in — leafless and gray with frozen flaques on which to slip and bust your ass, and everyone inside's a bit gray, too, as if the sky's cold hand had caressed then invaded the face.

It's never black and white on 'Game of Thrones.' If you think it's black and white, you're watching it wrong.

I love playing roles where it's not just the good guy or the bad guy.

Though I may seem at times somewhat distant from you, through the gray mist of philology, I am never far, my thoughts always circle around you.

Electricity, the peril the wind sings to in the wires on a gray day.

The phoebe-bird is a wise architect and perhaps enjoys as great an immunity from danger, both in its person and its nest, as any other bird. Its modest ashen-gray suit is the color of the rocks where it builds, and the moss of which it makes such free use gives to its nest the look of a natural growth or accretion.

The eyes were large and gray and in a certain light looked soft, gentle, and even innocent. Then the light would change, the innocence would vanish, and the eyes looked like year-old ice.

The eyes were larger and gray and in a certain light looked soft, gentle, and even innocent. Then the light would change, the innocence would vanish, and the eyes looked like year-old ice.

It's evening, one of those gray water-color washes, like liquid dust.

grey as a used angel

The working classes were often the same, give them a chance to idle and they'd take it with both hands. Still, couldn't blame them entirely. Their life was gray enough. He would have done the same.

With the benefit of age and parenthood, I've started to appreciate the fact that my father, Officer Thomas Daley Sr., was a complex man who saw the world in black and white. I'm a simple man who sees the world in shades of gray. There was plenty of room for both of us. Time has made me more forgiving of his real and perceived shortcomings. For

That's how life is. Sometimes there are happy endings, sometimes there aren't, and more often there are shades of gray.

Life is not black and white. The closes we ever get to either of those colors is wearing them.

paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...

The sun that brief December dayRose cheerless over hills of gray,And, darkly circled, gave at noonA sadder light than waning moon.

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawnWhich once he wore!The glory from his gray hairs goneForevermore!