Quotes About Color

What is the soul? What color is it? I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return. I did my best not to fall asleep, to keep it inside of me where it belonged.

I understood that what matters is the work: the string of words propelled by God becoming a poem, the weave of color and graphite scrawled upon the sheet that magnifies His motion. To achieve within the work a perfect balance of faith and execution. From this state of mind comes a light, life-changed.

I wished nothing more than to say my prayers, yet these words troubled me and I plagued her with questions. What is the soul? What color is it? I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return.

In the beginning was real time. A woman enters a garden that is bursting with color. She has no memory, only a burgeoning curiosity. She approaches the man. He is not curious. He stands before a tree.

In the green of the hills, he saw red.' p.13

I don't care if you're black, white, brown, yellow, red, green, or purple.' We've all said it. Posited as proof of our nonprejudicial ways, but if you painted any one of us purple or green, we'd be mad as hell.

If you write "judgement" you should also write "colour" and "tyre.

Pure drawing is an abstraction. Drawing and colour are not distinct, everything in nature is coloured.

I lack the magnificent richness of color that animates nature.

We live in a rainbow of chaos.

If you see a red tree, paint it bright red.

It is the eye of ignorance that assigns a fixed and unchangeable color to every object; beware of this stumbling block.

Color which, like music, is a matter of vibrations, reaches what is most general and therefore most indefinable in nature: its inner power.

How do you see this tree? Is it green? ...Don't be afraid to paint it as green as possible.

You're the right colour for the Angel of Death, Mister Cale. But a little short.' 'I could cut your head off and stand on it. Then I'd be taller.

Color possesses me—I don't have to pursue it…. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I am a painter.

Color possesses me. I don't have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I am a painter.

Color has got me. I no longer need to chase after it. It has got me for ever. I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour.

Green is the soul of Spring. Summer may be dappled with yellow, Autumn with orange and Winter with white but Spring is drenched with the colour green.

Your friend has an odd sense of color combinations." "The house belongs to an ex-cop," I said, as if that explained it.

Speed kills colour... the gyroscope, when turning at full speed, shows up gray.

The black color of the pupil results from an energy convergence and the total absorption of all of the energy waves of the color spectrum. When you look into another person's eyes at their black pupil, you are looking at what has become of you in their eyes.

La perfection du juste est formée de la bonne composition des sept péchés capitaux, comme la lumière blanche de la composition des sept couleurs traditionnelles. »

Well, I, Amber Brown, am green with envy. I am not only green….. I am feeling blue….. I am seeing red….. I am purple with anger….. I am not feeling like a rainbow. I am feeling plaid. All of these colors mix together to make a not very pretty pattern. I, Amber Brown, do not like plaid.