Quotes About Color

The yellow cottage with the Charleston green shutters

Light helps define a place. Here the light has color. It changes throughout the day and it's unpredictable.

Black is the absence of all color. White is the presence of all colors. I suppose life must be one or the other. On the whole, though, I think I would prefer color to its absence. But then black does add depth and texture to color. Perhaps certain shades of gray are necessary to a complete palette. Even unrelieved black. Ah, a deep philosophical question. Is black necessary to life, even a happy life? Could we ever be happy if we did not at least occasionally experience misery?

But only a person in the depths of despair neglected to look beyond winter to the spring that inevitably followed, bringing back color and life and hope.

Tell me, Lady Angeline, is there a color not represented in your rather splendid riding hat? It would be a shame if there were. It would be sitting all alone on a palette somewhere, feeling rejected and dejected.

Todas las demás cosas, nuestros poderes, nuestros deseos, nuestro alimento, todos son realmente necesarios en primera instancia para nuestra existencia. Pero esta rosa se nos da por añadidura. Su aroma y su color son un adorno de la vida, no una condición de ésta. Sólo la bondad se da por añadidura y por eso, repito, tenemos mucho que esperar de las flores.

One beach-colored. One brown. One Loved. One Loved a Little Less.

Hair grows gray, for instance, simply because we run out of the pigment cells that give hair its color.

I never once gave a thought to the days when I believed that bulbs were starburst patterns of color, because that was what all light looked to me.

To allow women of Color to step out of stereotypes is too guilt provoking, for it threatens the complacency of those women who view oppression only in terms of sex.

The literatures of all women of Color recreate the textures of our lives, and many white women are heavily invested in ignoring the real differences. For as long as any difference between us means one of us must be inferior, then the recognition of any difference must be fraught with guilt. To allow women of Color to step out of stereotypes is too guilt provoking, for it threatens the complacency of those women who view oppression only in terms of sex.

Things stood still, not a leaf trembled on the branches, while the sky slowly lost its color and became an expanse that looked like the spread of glowing water.

The sky is a soggy purple.

El objetivo primordial de los criollos blancos que formaban la élite era mantener su preeminencia a cualquier precio, y una minoría —Simón Bolívar, José de San Martín y sus seguidores— también buscaba la independencia de España. Por el contrario, como consecuencia del odio que sentían hacia los criollos, los más leales a la monarquía fueron las gentes de color.

I first went there late one afternoon with the fabled Paris photographer Robert Doisneau, who thrived on collecting local color.

When the roof fell in, a great funnel of smoke swarmed toward the sky, as if the old man's mighty spirit, released from its body--a little bottle--had swelled like the genie of fable. The smoke was tinted rose-hue from the flames, and perhaps the unutterable midnights of the universe will have no power to daunt the colour of this soul.

And for the first time I looked into his eyes. They were blue, not light blue, but a darker blue. Not so dark as sapphire blue, not so bright as china blue. They were romantically blue. Lyrically blue. They swam and I swam in them.

A proton or neutron is made up of three quarks, one of each color. A proton contains two up quarks and one down quark; a neutron contains two down and one up.

I'm having a magenta day. Not just red, but magenta!

The color white is the absence of memory.

The redness was going out of the light now, the remains of the day were a fading pink, the color of wild roses.

the look of the sky as the day's blue blood runs out of its cheek.

In the fifties... when they had their summer parties - there were always different colored lanterns on the lawn... and I get the funniest chill. In the end the bright colors always go out of life, have you noticed that? In the end, things always look gray, like a dress that's been washed too many times.

There are great drifting theatre curtains in the sky, and they change color as she watches: green goes to purple, purple to vermilion, vermilion to a queer bloody shade of red she cannot name. Russet perhaps comes close, but that isn't it exactly. She thinks no one has ever named the shade she's seeing.