Quotes About Color

Suddenly a sorrow the color of dawn welled up in him. They might as well lick each other's wounds. But they would lick forever, and the wounds would never heal, and in the end their tongues would be worn away.

Excellent. I feel better already. My lady, you have had a very positive influence over Lord Westerville. He has left the morbid world of Only Black behind and now embraces other colors of the spectrum.

My eyes are brown and my hair is brown. Your eyes are the color of warm chocolate, he said, tilting his head to study her. Your hair isn't brown, but auburn with gold and red threads in it like the finest tapestry.

None of it mattered because justice was blind except when it came to the color green.

Think pink but don't wear it

You have to be a minor superhero just to get to be a dignified man, and that's kind of exacerbated for men of color.

My first vision of earth was water veiled. I am of the race of men and women who see all things through this curtain of sea and my eyes are the color of water.

A black man, but I feel so blue. So I smoke green and purple to my dreams come true. And my eyes turn red, the sky turns grey.

A body without wine is like a dessert without sugar. A pale woman can only be coloured with lipstick and rouge, and a pale man can only be coloured with wine!

You bring the color and the life. It's a lucky man who is offered that color and life, and a wise one who values it.

I was reared in a Jehovah's Witness household. I was taught that every man should be judged by his deeds and not his color, and I firmly stand where my grandmother left me.

Men in a state of nature, uncivilized nations, children, have a great fondness for colors in their utmost brightness, and especially for yellow-red.

One morning, one of us ran out of the black, it was the birth of Impressionism.

There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.

I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.

Yellow wakes me up in the morning. Yellow gets me on the bike every day. Yellow has taught me the true meaning of sacrifice. Yellow makes me suffer. Yellow is the reason I'm here.

The Italians are fond of red clothes, peacock plumes, and embroidery; and I remember one rainy morning in the city of Palermo, the street was ablaze with scarlet umbrellas.

In the morning, you tear up the pages of your fever, but every word naturally leads you back to its color, its night.

We never really perceive what color really is, as it physically is. This fact makes color the most relative medium in art.

Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul.

Color is all. When color is right, form is right. Color is everything, color is vibration like music; everything is vibration.

The guitar is a small orchestra. It is polyphonic. Every string is a different color, a different voice.

I'm passionately involved in life: I love its change, its color, its movement. To be alive, to be able to see, to walk, to have houses, music, paintings - it's all a miracle.

I can see forms and shapes in my mind when I solo, just as a painter can see forms and shapes when he starts painting. And I can see different colors.