Quotes About Color

The dumbest question I was ever asked by a sportswriter was whether I hit harder with red or white gloves. As a matter of fact, I hit harder with red.

The painter thinks in terms of form and color. The goal is not to be concerned with the reconstitution of an anecdotal fact, but with constitution of a pictorial fact.

The goal is always to make a nice tableau painting with the voice. The more color I can find, the more shadow I can find - the goal is always to make more nuance and colors.

Whatever a man's age, he can reduce it several years by putting a bright-colored flower in his button-hole.

When I was a boy, my mother wore a mood ring. When she was in a good mood it turned blue. In a bad mood, it left a big red mark on my forehead.

Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment. To such an extent indeed that one day, finding myself at the deathbed of a woman who had been and still was very dear to me, I caught myself in the act of focusing on her temples and automatically analyzing the succession of appropriately graded colors which death was imposing on her motionless face.

A very beautiful woman hardly ever leaves a clear-cut impression of features and shape in the memory: usually there remains only an aura of living color.

It's been a journey. For women of color, for my family. It's one dream coming true after another.

Love has its own color, Share it with someone before it fades away.

Love overcomes hate, Love has no color, Love has no orientation, All is love.

Within your lifetime will, perhaps, As souvenirs from distant suns Be carried back to earth some maps Of planets and you'll find that one's So hard to color that you've got To use five crayons. Maybe, not.

Has it ever happened to you...? The color of the day suddenly changes to shadow. And you know you're going to remember that moment for the rest of your life.

Other studies have shown that when people make a subconscious judgment about a person, environment, or product within ninety seconds, between 62 and 90 percent of that assessment is based on color alone.

Russia's biggest downside, for me at least, is its lack of color. Being in Russia is like breathing different oxygen, and I can feel a gray shade pulling down over me the moment I board a plane to fly there. No one is animated. No one smiles, or laughs. Ask most Russians what they like most about visiting other countries and they'll say it's the sight of other people having fun. Throughout

The hope of yellow must be nothing to the taste of it, she thought.

Maybe Jenny and Grace weren't so different from the butterfly… maybe they both needed to simply be who they were, stop trying to wish themselves into something else, someone else… or their color would get rubbed off… by unmet expectations, friends, family… even themselves. Maybe it was time to learn to accept who they were… time to learn to protect their color.

The Indian Summer, the dead Summer's soul, Comes back with more than the first loveliness-- The all I've lost, the more I never found Haunting her beauty, while for me she weaves Of color, odor, sound, her perfect days.

In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.

Before that kindness, the color of his eyes hadn't mattered.

Lady Audley's clear blue eyes dilated as she fixed them suddenly on the young barrister. The wintry sunlight, gleaming full upon her face from a side window, lit up the azure of those beautiful eyes, till their color seemed to flicker and tremble betwixt blue and green, as the opal tints of the sea change upon a summer's day. The small brush fell from her hand, and blotted out the peasant's face under a widening circle of crimson lake.

Faint shadows of green and crimson fell upon my lady's face from the painted escutcheons in the mullioned window by which she sat; but every trace of the natural color of that face had faded out, leaving it a ghastly ashen gray.

Jane Austen's narrative style seems to me to show (especially in the later novels) a curiously chameleon-like faculty; it varies in colour as the habits of expression of the several characters impress themselves on the relation of the episode in which they are involved, and on the description of their situations.

Giddy-Yap, Rainbow!

los pigmentos reales, las pinturas de tubo, no tenían nada que ver con los colores de la luz. Mezclar colores reales, es decir, añadirles o sumarles tonos, siempre da como resultado el color negro mientras que la suma de colores de luz siempre da como resultado el blanco. Son efectos totalmente opuestos.