Quotes About Color

What's your natural color, if you don't mind my asking?" "I don't mind," Molly says. "It's dark brown." "Well, my natural color is red." It takes Molly a moment to realize she's making a little joke about being gray. "I like what you've done with it," she parries. "It suits you.

The brilliant blue of the morning sky has faded, as if left out too long in the sun.

She wished she hadn't succumbed to irritation. Because she wanted to know about his inner feelings. She always thought people were like pieces of art glass-- strong enough to handle and use, delicate enough to shatter under a strong blow, and filled with swirls of color that fascinated the eye. But while most people--and most glass--allowed light through, she could discern nothing of Devlin's heart and soul through the smoke and mirrors he held before him.

Some parts of the genome with a high frequency of Neanderthal variants shape hair and skin color and likely made the first Eurasians lighter-skinned than their African ancestors.

Is it colour?' 'Oh yes.' 'You don't let me down.You are my ambassador to pr0n, man.

The writing, in huge insular majuscule script, is flawless in its regularity and utter control. One can only marvel at the penmanship. It is calligraphic and as exact as printing, and yet it flows and shapes itself into the space available. It sometimes swells and seems to take breath at the ends of lines. The decoration is more extensive and more overwhelming than one could possibly imagine. Virtually every line is embellished with color or ornament.

The sound of the Gion Shoja temple bells echoes the impermanence of all things; the color of the sala flowers reveals the truth that to flourish is to fall. The proud do not endure, like a passing dream on a night in spring; the mighty fall at last, to be no more than dust before the wind.

The snow turned purple, a deep, dark contemplative color.

Actors work and slave and it is the color of your hair that can determine your fate in the end.

I was looking down at a little sprig of mahonia growing out of the turf, its oxblood leaves like buffed pigskin.

White is for witching, a colour to be worn so that all other colours can enter you, so that you may use them. At a pinch, cream will do.

yellow made her so nervous that she suspected it was the cause of war.

White is for witching, a colour to be worn so that all other colours can enter you, so that you may use them.

While the effective electrical charge of a proton decreases with distance, the strength of the effective color charge of a quark increases with distance.

With color one obtains an energy that seems to stem from witchcraft.

It is only after years of preparation that the young artist should touch color - not color used descriptively, that is, but as a means of personal expression.

From the moment I held the box of colors in my hands, I knew this was my life. I threw myself into it like a beast that plunges towards the thing it loves.

A thimbleful of red is redder than a bucketful.

Oamenii isi pot cumpara masini de orice culoare poftesc, numai sa fie neagra!

Our flag means all that our fathers meant in the Revolutionary War. It means all that the Declaration of Independence meant. It means justice. It means liberty. It means happiness.... Every color means liberty. Every thread means liberty. Every star and stripe means liberty.

my feelings for the countryside…the beauty and the wildness, the enchantment of so much colour and life and warmth of the sun. Most people are restless in the country, they feel a vacancy, and want to get back to the shops and pavements and traffic; what they call life. Sometimes this war seems to have come directly out of that restlessness.

Butterflies were like alcohol. The heat of a good wine in a burnt orange butterfly. The cool swallow of rare ship-bought vodka in clear, white and blue beauties.

Technically, the song's a mess. It follows no known conventional nor commercial formula. It is just a string of dreams, flashbacks, flash-forwards, vignettes, completely disjointed ideas. It changes sequence, color, tone, tempo, all for no apparent reason—which is exactly what opera does.

Fall is my favorite season in Los Angeles, watching the birds change color and fall from the trees.