Quotes About Color

Long live the sun which gives us such beautiful color.

Violet will be a good color for hair at just about the same time that brunette becomes a good color for flowers.

You can think about red. You can think about pink. You can think up a horse. Oh, the THINKS you can think!

We pencil-sketch our previous life so we can contrast it to the technicolor of the moment.

A rainbow is a storm's masterpiece.

I don't need their understanding, but my daughter will--and I hope the minds of her peers are wide open with vibrant hues of passion. i hope they paint the world with color.

Life is only as colorful as the paintbox you choose to paint it with.

Obviously, the best way to remount a chain is to buy an entirely new, fully assembled bike in your favorite color. This is a foolproof method, but time-consuming and expensive.

They passed a crystal vase of luscious yellow roses, which burst from tight salmon buds into golden, creamy yellow blossoms tinged with delicate strokes of subtle peach.

F]ireworks had for her a direct and magical appeal. Their attraction was more complex than that of any other form of art. They had pattern and sequence, colour and sound, brilliance and mobility; they had suspense, surprise, and a faint hint of danger; above all, they had the supreme quality of transience, which puts the keenest edge on beauty and makes it touch some spring in the heart which more enduring excellences cannot reach.

I still can't believe she's gone," Maryse Robicheaux murmured as she stared down at the woman in the coffin. Of course, the pink suit was a dead giveaway—so to speak—that the wearer was no longer with them. For the miserable two years and thirty-two days she'd had to deal with her mother-in-law, Maryse had never once seen her wear a color other than black. Now she sorta resembled the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man dressed in Pepto-Bismol.

think there's enough time to repair some things. Some things just become part of a person, like their skin color. It doesn't have to define them, but it's always with them.

Marshmallow Man dressed in Pepto-Bismol.

Blood-coloured bottlebrush trees and scarlet hibiscus looked too bright for this devastated world.

red-trunked rhododendron trees looked like so many writhing russet snakes. In some places the forest floor was carpeted crimson with fallen rhododendron petals.

a morass of despair violence death with a thin layer of glass spread upon the surface where Love, a tiny crab with pincers and rainbow shell, walked delicately ever sideways but getting nowhere, while the sun [...] rose higher in the sky its tassels dropping with flame threatening every moment to melt the precarious highway of glass. And the people: giant pathworks of colour with limbs missing and parts of their mind snipped off to fit them into the outline of the free pattern.

I felt, just then, a kind of indebtedness to green, the colour.

I know there is a moment when sound slips down the torn lining of itself into silence, is carried unheard and secret in its own pocket. But the crimson birds could find no such escape, no means of slipping beyond themselves between the cracks of color and song to a white undiscovered silence.

Longhorns are unique - each and every one of them is a different color with a different design.

Mis manos son de tu color; pero me avergüenzo de llevar un corazón tan blanco.

Prefiero la palidez de este muerto andante al color del mundo entero. Prefiero demorarme y morir en su palidez que vivir a la luz de todos los vivos.

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands -excerpt of #35 from 100 Selected Poems

i charge laughing. Into the hair-thin tints of yellow dawn, into the women-coloured twilight

They are saying that if life has a structure, a staff, a sensible scaffold, we hang our nonsense on it. And they are saying that broken parts add color and music to the staff of life.