Quotes About Color

L'art Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.

showcase magnificent eyes: big and round and pale whiskey in color, set under arched black eyebrows and topped with an awning of long, dark lashes.

white and pink, that smelled heavenly, hibiscus so brilliant in color they almost burned Sophie's eyeballs. In the middle of the lanai, a table was set for breakfast, with pristine white dishes. The chairs

Con cada risotada expelo un pájaro. Y como yo, la gente que ríe a cualquier hora, en cualquier parcela jubilosa de la Tierra, hace crecer la bandada que puntea con sus trinos y colores la claridad de nuestros días.

Joyce saw perhaps what Wittgenstein felt—that 'Colours spur us to philosophize. [. . . They] seem to present us with a riddle, a riddle that stimulates us — not one that disturbs us.

The 'wrong thing' happened, we are now told, during the 'dark flush of night' (527.07). A flush usually brings colour to cheeks, so a dark flush is a mild oxymoron, like a dark light, and is all the more suggestive, since the dark flush of night is probably an erotically charged flush.

With your golden hair and honey skin, you are a Rubens painting come alive, that's what you are. All exuberance and emotions and depth of color and sensuality. And, as if you really were a painting, I must content myself with just looking at you.

The human eye loves to rest upon wide expanses of pure colour: the moors in the purple heyday of the heather, miles of green downland, and the sea when it lies calm and blue and boundless, all delight it; but to some none of these, lovely though they all are, can give the same satisfaction of spirit as acres upon acres of golden corn. There is both beauty and bread and the seeds of bread for future generations.

Violet will be a good color for hair at just about the same time that brunette becomes a good color for flowers.

He could gaze upon a particular deep shade of green and pick out every nuance of the color. Zeluppian Fern Green, his mind would inform him. Gray, said his soul. Just a shade of gray with a greenish name. His well-trained tongue could pick out every flavor of a sweetmeat. Honey from bees fed only cowslip nectar, his mind would tell him, with cherries marinated for twenty-one years in peach-and-saffron brandy. Ash, said his soul. Ash and dust. Even

Where is it written that houses must be beige? Any dun colored house would look better if painted pineapple, cream, ochre, or even a smart sage.

Down through the ages man's heart has remained unchanged. Whatever the color of his skin, whatever his cultural or ethnic background, he needs the Gospel of Christ.

We need to show the world in powerful, positive ways that artists devoted to God and to building His kingdom do not work with a cloudy lens or a drab palette, but, on the contrary, they see the world more clearly and colorfully because of His power in their lives.

Lets add some Indian Red

Mix up a little more shadow color here, then we can put us a little shadow right in there. See how you can move things around? You have unlimited power on this canvas -- can literally, literally move mountains

as thousands of cobalt-colored flies swooped in thousands of wild nosedives, their metallic wings and bodies embroidering an immense tableau vivant made up of constantly shifting curves and splashes like the flow of paint in those gigantic Jackson Pollocks.

His hair was a reformed mullet by way of a retired hockey player who now did color commentary on a local television station.

Get this, we played Condom Roulette like the old days. Ever play? Every guy guesses a color—there's Hot Red, Stallion Black, Lemon Yellow, Orange Orange. Okay, the last two are jokes, but you get the point. There's this condom dispenser in the bathroom. It's still there! So each guy puts a buck on the table. One guy gets a quarter and buys a condom. He brings it to the table. You open it and whammo, if it's your color, you win!

Autumn was her happiest season.

He looks sun-tanned. Real tanned, not the normal Welsh version, where an upper layer of skin might have taken a little colour, but the six layers beneath are still all white and scared and fragile.

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

You are a pastel-colored Persian carpet, and loneliness is a Bordeaux wine stain that won't come out

The best musicians transpose consciousness into sound; painters do the same for color and shape.

Each way of thinking has its own shape and color, which wax and wane like the moon.