Quotes About Color

I've been 40 years discovering that the Queen of all colours is black.

I've always been interested in art, architecture, color.

Attitude is the mind's paintbrush; it can color any situation.

Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.

It's not so much the color of suit as it is about the fit, cut, style, and, of course, attitude you have when wearing it.

She wore a dress the same color as her eyes her father brought her from San Francisco.

time she decorated the nursery in neutral

Despair is always described as dull, when the truth is that despair has a light all its own, a lunar glow, the color of mottled silver.

Her black eyes picked up a touch of green from her sweater, transforming them into the eerie night forest color of childhood terrors.

No vision has ever come true, no promise has ever been kept. But then there was you, and you were the promise that would obliterate all of the disappointments of the past. Everything about you insisted on it. Your color, your hair, the way light projects from every part of you. You were the sun that would burn away sponge putrid broken promises of the world.

Het licht bleef uit de lucht lekken, blauw, omrand door paars en toen, daaronder, dikke stroken roest en oranje.

The left's obsession with identity politics is the reverse of the melting-pot principle that America was founded upon: a place where everyone, regardless of race, religion, and color, is welcome as long as they blend into the fabric of our (free) society.

A number of the wrought-iron fences that encircled the courtyards and gardens of the homes were painted the color of gold on their European-inspired spikes and finials.

But hang on a minute. Since when was 'random' associated with colour and 'definite' with drawing? Since when did drawing and colour become ciphers for order and chaos? Perhaps it doesn't matter: the prejudice is in place.

Why do some trees stay green while others change their color?" "Certain trees need to show off, dear. I'm sure that my big brother could explain why it happens. Dahlaine loves to explain things, and he can be very tedious about it. I prefer simpler answers. The trees are sad because summer's almost over.

And her eyes. I cannot say what color Lenore Beadsman's eyes are; I cannot look at them; they are the sun to me.

But what of Lenore, of Lenore's hair? Here is hair that is clearly within and of itself every color—blond and red and jet-black-blue and honeynut—but which effects an outward optical compromise with possibility that consists of appearing simply dull brown, save for brief teasing glimpses out of the corner of one's eye.

My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.

He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.

Coal-black is better than another hue, In that it scorns to bear another hue; For all the water in the ocean Can never turn the swan's black legs to white, Although she lave them hourly in the flood.

Nay, pray you, seek no color for your going, But bid farewell and go. When you sued staying, Then was the time for words. No going then! Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows' bent, none our parts so poor But was a race of heaven. They are so still, Or thou, the greatest soldier of the world, Art turned the greatest liar.

The raven chides blackness.

Es ist nicht wahr, dass die Nacht alles grau macht. Es ist ein unbeschreibliches, unnachahmliches Blaugrau – das Grau für die Katzen und das Blau für die Frauen –, das die Nacht so schwer und so süß ausatmet und das so berauscht, wenn es uns zwischen halb zehn Uhr abends und Viertel nach vier morgens anweht.

To a human, the fall-colored leaves are gorgeous. To a red or yellow leaf, I can guarantee they find the green ones lovelier.