Quotes About Color

She wore a lot of gray-green corduroy. She had been under the impression that it brought out her eyes, those shy stars.

Stanley was thankful that there were no racial problems. X-Ray, Armpit, and Zero were black. He, Squid, and Zigzag were white. Magnet was Hispanic. On the lake they were all the same reddish brown color—the color of dirt.

How the flowers were fired and colored into the design. Perhaps this sort of gesture will be lost, perhaps it is a function of consciousness that we don't need in order to survive. Perhaps this piece of evolution makes no sense—our hunger for everyday sorts of visual pleasure—but I don't think so. I think we have survived because we love beauty and because we find each other beautiful. I think it may be our strongest quality.

A Servant of History Her eyes were of the lightest blue as if time had rinsed away most of the colour, but there was a liveliness inside them.

Psychics can see the color of time it's blue.

They will come, not to paint the bay and the sea and the boots and the moors, but the warmth of the sun and the colour of the wind. A whole new concept. Such stimulation. Such vitality.

The greengages had a pale blue bloom, especially in the shade, but in the sun the flesh showed amber through the clear green skin; if it were cracked the juice was doubly warm and sweet.

Traveling across America, they were astonished at how deeply violence is embedded in our culture, how it has become the culture, what's left of local color. We are a grisly nation.

We slid along water reds and greens, the changing lights captured in the canvas of wet tar.

Now rush the eggs into a large bowl of ice water; this will keep that unattractive green ring from forming around the yolk.

mauve-grey envelope

Whiteness is often associated with finality, with the end, with death. In those cultures in which people live with the fear of death, mourners dress in black, to scare death away from themselves, isolate it, confine it to the deceased. But here, where death is regarded as another form, another shape of existence, mourners dress in white and dress the deceased in white: whiteness is here the color of acceptance, consent, of a surrender to fate.

The next four girls were led from the wall into the centre, where the red blended with the blue and settled into a respectable purple. Again the couples began absorbedly describing circles on the village-hall concrete to the beat of the song that the scrawny singer was enthusiastically belting out

Only the foolish, blinded by language's conventions, think of fire as red or gold. Fire is blue at its melancholy rim, green in its envious heart. It may burn white, or even, in its greatest rages, black.

The trouble with the English was that they were English: damn cold fish! - Living underwater most of the year, in days the colour of night!

God is love; and the Hindu love-god, Krishna, is always depicted with blue skin. Tell them blue; it will be a sort of bridge between the faiths; gently does it, you follow; and besides blue is a neutral sort of colour, avoids the usual Colour problems, gets you away from black and white: yes, on the whole I'm sure it's the one to choose.

The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife gives all the strength and color of our life.

I still come closest to success with drawing. When I use color the results are dubious, for these painfully gained experiences bear less fruit.

we have both blood in our veins which we wish to shed - that is our mutual guaranty. Tell the viscount so, and that to-morrow, before ten o'clock, I shall see what color his is.

The moderns, then, after they have abolished slavery, have three prejudices to contend against, which are less easy to attack and far less easy to conquer than the mere fact of servitude: the prejudice of the master, the prejudice of the race, and the prejudice of color.

The Sedative Garden atop the Therapy Building was a triumph of therapeutic planning. Every perspective, every color, every contour had been designed to placate hostility, soothe resistance, melt anger, evaporate hysteria, shore up melancholia and depression.

I'm frightened of eggs, worse than frightened, they revolt me. That white round thing without any holes … have you ever seen anything more revolting than an egg yolk breaking and spilling its yellow liquid? Blood is jolly, red. But egg yolk is yellow, revolting. I've never tasted it.

early on Monday evening, when the sky was the color of a velvet ribbon falling over the hills.

The grass he walked through was new and a sweet smell clung to his clothes. There was blue dye on his hands from the wild irises... that the color of the sky was a shade that could never be replicated in any photograph, just as Heaven could never be seen from the confines of Earth.