Quotes About Color

Richard has informed me he is shopping for his white picket fence. I'm happy behind my black wrought iron fence. The one with the pointy spikes on top. White never really was my color.

Some years back a small library I'd purchased had included a Cadwallader Club limited edition of the two Alice books, bound in red leather with gold stamping. John Tenniel's illustrations are the ones everybody knows, but the Cadwallader edition featured two dozen dazzling color plates by Michael Trossman. I never did get around to shelving the books

Through music you can become sad, joyful, loving, you can learn. You can learn mathematics, touch, pacing... Oh my God! Ooh... Wow... You can see colors through music. Anything!

I don't like plain nails. I get sad.

If you refuse to study anatomy, the arts of drawing and perspective, the mathematics of aesthetics, and the science of color, let me tell you that this is more a sign of laziness than of genius.

Nature engenders the science of painting

Color, which is the poet's wealth, is so expensive that most take to mere outline sketches and become men of science.

For excellent health and a good skin color, I recommend that people sit next to a shady ultraviolet transmitting window when indoors.

And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the carnation and the pink.

Draw a curve with your each smile & let your happiness be known to the world like a stunning rainbow!

The gray has no chance against that smile. It vanishes in a wonderful haze of bright color.

At first, Africans apparently saw the white sailors not as men but as vumbi—ancestral ghosts—since the Kongo people believed that a person's skin changed to the color of chalk when he passed into the land of the dead.

Secrets in manufactures are capable of being longer kept than secrets in trade. A dyer who has found the means of producing a particular colour with materials which cost only half the price of those commonly made use of, may, with good management, enjoy the advantage of his discovery as long as he lives, and even leave it as a legacy to his posterity.

Her blush was the color of a coral reef, but smooth.

But rock, of course, is many colors. The distinction is subtle, but it is not just one plain grey, that I can promise...I spent five hours one afternoon just staring at a rock trying to see into its color scheme.

Vishnu is the god who sustains and maintains what Brahma creates and what Shiva seeks to destroy. He is also pure consciousness. His name means "pervader." Vishnu pervades and enlivens all things. For devotees of Vishnu, Vishnu's blue color indicates that he is as pervasive and intangible as the sky, while his consort Laxmi's red sari represents earth's all-containing fertility. He is the protector; she is the provider:

Even later, the red colour was replaced by saffron colour, indicating celibacy and continence, a rejection of all things sensory.

An oily, iridescent purplish black, the color of bruises and broken promises.

All my life I've pursued the perfect red. I can never get painters to mix it for me. It's exactly as if I'd said, "I want Rococo with a spot of Gothic in it and a bit of Buddhist temple" – they have no idea what I'm talking about. About the best red is to copy the color of a child's cap in any Renaissance portrait.

Pale pink salmon is the only color I cannot abide––although, naturally, I adore pink. I love the pale Persion pinks of the little carnations of Provence and Schiaparelli's pink, the pink of the Incas…And though it's so vieux jeu I can hardly bear to repeat it––pink is the navy blue of India.

I adore that pink, it is the navy blue of India!

When I set a glass prism on a windowsill and allow the sun to flood through it, a spectrum of colors dances on the floor. What we call "white" is a rainbow of colored rays packed into a small space. The prism sets them free. Love is the white light of emotion.

I remember another aphorism of my father's, one that he used to say whenever we passed someone pissing openly in the street: add color to life when you can.

Blushing is the color of virtue.