Quotes About Color

It's something useless, sudden, violent; something that costs a life; red, blue, purple; a spirit; a splash … free from taint, dependence, soilure of humanity or care for one's kind; something rash, ridiculous… ecstasy — it's ecstasy that matters.

It gave to everything its exact measure of colour; to the sandhills their innumerable glitter, to the wild grasses their glancing green.

It's exactly my sense of existing - a fragment, a wisp of color.

I want pure colors, melting clouds, accurately drawn details, a sunburst above a receding road with the light reflected in furrows and ruts, after rain. And no girls ... There is one subject which I am emphatically opposed to: any kind of representation of a little girl.

Yo me empecinaba en mi paraíso escogido: Un paraíso cuyos cielos tenían el color de las llamas infernales, pero con todo un paraiso

I notice I may have somehow mixed up two events, my visit with Rita to Briceland on our way to Cantrip, and our passing through Briceland again on our way back to New York, but such suffusions of swimming colors are not to be disdained by the artist in recollection.

Blue!' she exclaimed. 'Violet blue. What are they made of?' 'Summer skies,' I said, 'and plums and figs, and the grape-blood of emperors.' 'No

I simply love that tinge of Botticellian pink, that raw rose about the lips, those wet, matted eyelashes…

Now the colored pencils in more detail.

If there is some red spot on one of my paintings it is unlikely to be the heart of the work. The painting was done regardless of it. You could remove the red and still the painting would be there. But in Matisse's work it is inconceivable that you could remove a spot of red, no matter how small without the entire painting instantly collapsing.' Pablo Picasso

Just because I loves you– That's de reason why Ma soul is full of color Like de wings of a butterfly. Just because I loves you That's de reason why Ma heart's a fluttering aspen leaf When you pass by.

Color, Light, Vibration, Joy— These things are woven by the Divine.

There is great beauty in each season, but autumn has a touch of something more."

There is no greater artist than a tree in autumntime.

He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him.

The sky is a living thing when one is a desert dweller, stretched out, vast and imposing, with its constant dance of cloud and color, the visual equivalent of a movie soundtrack to one's life.

If you're that hypersensitive about color and don't have a sense of humor, don't marry out of your race.

The fear of being noticed after a hundred years disappears as I look into a pair of autumn-colored eyes.

If the eyes had no tears the soul would have no Rainbow.". Laurel Burch

Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.

the clear water the color of deeply steeped tea, surrounded by cattails and gracile grasses.

I've always expressed my thoughts in color but we remain blind.

The water is of a fine blue colour

rainbow of different, beautiful lies. But now, seeing the picture