Quotes About Color

He was wearing a blue cotton shirt that was bleached and faded to the colour of a forget-me-not dried by the sun, and old grey flannel trousers.

yellow as a primrose, some great fat white doves

lavender-coloured lightning.

Captain Creech's face, bobbing between Larry's and Donald's, had achieved an extraordinary mauve colour, rather like the bloom of a plum.

Blueberries, blackberries, and dark-blue grapes contain anthocyanins, which give them their dark-blue

The best way to uncolor the Negro is to give the white man a white heart.

The purest and most thoughtful minds are those which love colour the most.

Of all the injuries inflicted by racism on people of colour, the most corrosive is the wound within, the internalized racism that leads some victims, at unspeakable cost to their own sense of self, to embrace the values of their oppressors.

The white light streams down to be broken up by those human prisms into all the colors of the rainbow. Take your own color in the pattern and be just that.

When men are rightfully occupied, then their amusement grows out of their work as the color petals out of a fruitful garden.

Autumn is the bite of a harvest apple.

When men are rightly occupied, their amusement grows out of their work, as the color-petals out of a fruitful flower.

I'll wait. By the way, sex-me-up shoes? I was following a theme. Well. Reo turned her ankles, looked down. They are pretty fabulous. They are, Mira agreed. I was going to say the same about yours. What a terrific color. Could we not talk about shoes in the box that still smells of evildoer? You started it, Reo reminded her before she turned back to Mira.

Red's just dark pink when you think about it." When

His eyes were the color of the scrim that forms on street puddles in January. A cold and dirty gray.

His blush was the color of Valentine's Day and she had to tell her heart to calm the fuck down as it started to beat fast.

Well," Ehlena said awkwardly, "I can answer the question about my favorite color if you like. Might keep things from getting too heavy." Rehv shook himself back into gear. "And what would it be?" Ehlena cleared her throat a little. "My favorite color is…amethyst." Rehv smiled until his cheeks hurt. "I think that's a great color for you to like. A perfect color." -Ehlena & Rehv

God, those eyes of his were gleaming again. So blue, so bright, the color endless, like the sea. An ocean to swim in. To drown in. To die in.

the decorators could have chosen a different color than gray. Sure, that was the hue of the decade, but with the layoffs and the one-foot-in-the-grave-other-on-a-banana-peel vibe, being surrounded by carpeting the color of asphalt, cubicles done in old porridge, and walls that matched a corpse left in the cold was only adding to the depression.

She had been pure in the manner of a crystal, refracting the light, and life around her improved, enlivened, colored with her grace. Shit. He was such a sap.

brilliant pale green of her eyes, the buttercup yellow of her hair.

Más alta que lo normal —apostilló él. Ehlena clavó su mirada color ámbar en los ojos de Rehv. —Por la infección de su brazo. —No, por sus ojos.

Are the angels of her bed the angels who come near me alone in mine? Are the green trees in her window the color is see in ripe plums? If she always sees backward and upside down without knowing it what chance do we have? I am haunted by the feeling that she is saying melting lords of death, avalanches, rivers and moments of passing through, And I am replying, Yes, yes. Shoes and pudding.

Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.