Quotes About Color

Hikes in the winter forest, so surreal—Emerson knew about them. He had seen the woods at twilight. "Never was a more brilliant show of colored landscape than yesterday afternoon; incredibly excellent topaz and ruby at four o'clock; cold and shabby at six.

When memory fails to contain us we must love the past more than ever, to hold it to us—or else the present becomes a meaningless blaze of color and sound, in which no two humans, great elongate beings, will be able to do more than touch at their very lips, their spatial selves—no one will ever truly understand another. To love the past is to become fully human.

An intense, peculiar exhalation of light and colour emanates from these fantasies of mine. I start with surprise as I note one good thing after another, and tell myself that this is the best thing I have ever read. My head swims with a sense of satisfaction; delight inflates me; I grow grandiose.

Roses red and vi'lets blue, Sugar's sweet, and so are you

I am a Muslim and . . . my religion makes me be against all forms of racism. It keeps me from judging any man by the color of his skin. It teaches me to judge him by his deeds .

Religion is a candle inside a multicolored lantern. Everyone looks through a particular color, but the candle is always there.

Islam religion has no color distinction, we are just Muslims.

If atheism is a religion, then off is a TV channel and bald is a hair colour.

I know that the battle scenes, as well, are quite gory and quite strong. Battle was romantic, but it was far from being easy. It's nice, in both respects, to have that color and contrast.

The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.

Weißt Du, daß es außer den über dreißig Farben in einem Farbtub-Kasten noch eine weitere, für Menschenaugen sehr wohl sichtbare Farbe gibt — die der Traurigkeit?

If people want to make war they should make a color war, and paint each others' cities up in the night in pinks and greens.

but now, along this high, rocky road, it was the leaves of cherry trees that predominated. From the bridge on, these lay like fallen red flowers. Some wet leaves, already decaying, had faded to a pink that was the color of the dawn. Why should decay take the color of the dawn?

a tired mouse-grey tie never works with an ash-grey suit.

The founders of the United States," he declared, "proclaimed to the world the American belief that all men are created equal. . . . We shall not, however, finally achieve the ideals for which this nation was founded so long as any American suffers discrimination as a result of his race, or religion, or color, or the land of origin of his forefathers.

The reporters merely gaped. Dumb with awe, they trailed Rorke into a bedroom which was a decorator's dream: smooth wallpaper of softest gray, mauve gauze at the windows, a spread of royal purple velvet on a colossal bed, striking slashes of magenta and chartreuse in upholstery and overdrapes.

It's green. Not a nice subdued British Racing, more Kawasaki Racing. A bilious shade of lime, bordering on fluorescent.

A beautiful smile is the prettiest ornament that you can find. Happiness is the prettiest color for your imaginative mind.

An optimist sees rainbows when there is rain.

A lifetime's accumulation, she thought, of a woman who had cared about things—things loved for their color and texture and their associations rather than their material value.

Also present in Charlottesville was Vanguard America, a group with increasingly strong ties to neo-Nazis. Its members believe that the United States is exclusively for white Americans and not for non-Christians, Jews, Muslims, or people of color. The car used to murder the counterdemonstrator sported a Vanguard America decal.

I was looking out at cliffs and the sea, all sluiced in delicate pinks and yellows and greens and blues, as if the sun were imparting to the sleeping rock and water dreams of their youth, dreams of the rock's birth in the earth's molten core, the water's ecstatic purity before it was sullied by life—as if the play of soft colors were the sun's lullaby to the cliffs and the sea, of endurance and transformation.

Color is the overpowering of black; white – the final victory over black.

I witnessed all things quicken to color, to form my question not answered but given its part in a vast unfolding design lit by a rising sun.