Quotes About Color

Real loneliness was a smeary red: the color of the taillights of the car ahead of you reflected on wet hot-top in a driving rain.

he never forgot that sweet, violent feeling of having touched some great adventure, of having looked for a moment at some beautiful white light that was, in fact, every color of the rainbow.

You only get one life so dream big. Dream bold. Dream in color

If the sky had no tears, the world would have no rainbows.

As far as what I do love, I love birds; I love lavender.

If all life moves inevitably towards its end, then we must, during our own, colour it with our colours of love and hope.

Everything can be killed except nostalgia for the kingdom, we carry it in the color of our eyes, in every love affair, in everything that deeply torments and unties and tricks.

I love the color pink. It makes a bold statement.

I love red so much, I almost want to paint everything red.

Art itself is female - it is full of graciousness, cadence, color, rhythm. It's full of love and grace.

I've always painted pictures in which human love floods my colors.

I love color. I feel it inside me. It gives me a buzz.

Life is a rainbow which also includes black.

I love to mix colors. For me, I don't have a rule, like "you can't wear silver and gold." You can mix it.

True love will never fade like a rainbow.

Only those who love color are admitted to its beauty and immanent presence. It affords utility to all, but unveils its deeper mysteries only to its devotees.

I had put on a bright yellow T-shirt in the hope that it would make me look happier than I felt.

mundanity have now taken on the glowing hues of

The only thing that bottled orange juice has going for it, is its attractive colour.

The angel said, "I like black-and-white films more than color because they're more artificial. You have to work harder to overcome your disbelief. It's sort of like prayer.

the use of "the blues" as a term for feeling down came from a Native American tribe in the south who would cover their bodies with a blue dye when they were in mourning. Slaves in the area saw the practice and coined the term "feeling blue.

soil-colored liquid was a bog and he was sinking.

A continuación se puso amarillo, luego verde, luego morado y, desplomándose del todo, se desmayó lo mejor que pudo.

Ever since I was very young, as far back as I can remember, I have loved making pictures. I knew even as a child that, when I grew up, I would be an artist of some kind. The lovely feeling of my pencil touching paper, a crayon making a star shape in my sketchbook, or my brush dipping into bright and colorful paints — these things affect me as joyfully today as they did all those years ago.