Quotes About Color

After the dazzling orgies in form and color of the eighteenth century, art was put on a diet, and allowed nothing but the straight line. This sort of progress ended in ugliness. Art reduced to a skeleton, was the result. This was the advantage of this kind of wisdom and abstinence; the style was so sober that it became lean.

Red is an all-embracing colour,' said the bishop. 'How fortunate that those who despise it in a bonnet revere it in a hat.

Sono questi gli effetti dell'amore, dell'infanzia, della gioventù, della gioia. La novità della terra e della vita c'entra per qualche cosa. Nulla è incantevole come il riflesso colorante della felicità sulla soffitta. Tutti abbiamo nel nostro passato una soffitta azzurra.

and then the dawn, pink as salmon meat, buttery. Daylight.

I feel like Dorothy, back in Kansas, a black-and-white girl in a black-and-white world, with memories in color.

the wrong skin color. Sadly, that ugliness was a part of life

The air was electric with sounds—bugs, birds, monkeys—and the sky was the color of fresh blood. A tangerine sun played hide-and-seek through the trees.

Yesterday a very interesting, beautifully photografed english picture about a nun convent in India, "Black Narcissus," with Deborah Kerr who is quite lovely. They are away ahead of Hollywood, better ideas, better scripts, better color, and much better acting. Kurt Weill, London, May 8, 1947

They blossom ever where you tread... Wild roses bloody red.

There is no good and evil, only black and white. But either black or white on its own is boring, Jenny. If you mix them you get so many colors— so many colors...

Until a few days ago, humans had been little more than legend to him, and now here he was in their world. It was like stepping into the pages of a book -- a book alive with color and fragrance, filth and chaos -- and the blue-haired girl moved through it all like a fairy through a story, the light treating her differently than it did others, the air seemed to gather around her like held breath. As if this whole place was a story about her.

I miss sunrise even more. The green scent of dawn in the forest? The color blushing back into the world, different every day.

But the top--the future--would hold a brilliant storm of color.

It was like stepping into the pages of a book - a book alive with colour and fragrance, filth and chaos - and the blue-haired girl moved through it all like a fairy through a story, the light treating her differently than it did others, the air seeming to gather around her like held breath. As if this whole place were a story about her.

Even the wise become as the unwise in the enchanted chambers of Power, whose lamps make every face of the same colour.

I am a man, and men do not drink pink drinks. Now, be gone, woman, and fetch me something brown." Jace said. "Brown?" said Isabelle. "Yes. Brown. It's a manly color. See? Alec is wearing it." Jace said. "Well, it was black but it faded." Alec said. "Well, I can always fix it up with something sparkly," Magnus said, holding a sparkley headband. "Resist the urge, Alec, resist the urge." Simon said.

His steady gaze held hers. His blue eyes were very dark, uniquely so. She had known people before with blue eyes, but they had always been light blue. Will's were the color of the sky just on the edge of night.

His eyes were green.

I have a dress fitting to get to at three.' (Simon) 'Cool,' said Kyle, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder and heading for the door. 'Get them to make you something in red. It's totally your color.

His blue eyes were very dark...Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night...

His heart exploding paint and colours because he could not speak the words.

That reminds me. Make sure you drink a lot of water while you're there, or you'll dehydrate fast. And if you find yourself not peeing, or your urine is dark in color, you're not drinking enough." The last thing in the world she'd ever wanted to discuss with Zane Alexander was the color of her pee.

All these many-coloured feelings fell... like light on a black surface, producing no change, meeting no return.

Truly, Autumn is my season," the scarlet beast chorted. "Spring and Summer and Winter all begin with such late letters! But Autumn and Fall, I have loved best, because they are best to love.