Quotes About Violet

Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that crushed it.

Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of nothing. Mignonette smells of water Love smells of apples And now we know Blood smells of blood.

He was going to get rid of the delivery person, throw the food in the kitchen, then get back to his real dinner. Violet

To conceal her misgivings, she waved a sultry yellow fan. There was a forest painted upon it of Arden, in indigo, in violet, in sapphire, in turquoise, and in common blue. The fan, by Conder, was known perversely as The Pink Woods.

But this time I'm not to blame; I want you to believe that. I simply slipped into those violets. No, I want to be really truthful. I am a little to blame. The sky, you know, was gold, and the ground all blue, and for a moment he looked like some one in a book.

He only stopped once, to pick her some great blue violets. She thanked him with real pleasure. In the company of this common man the world was beautiful and direct. For the first time she felt the influence of spring. His arm swept the horizon gracefully; violets, like other things, existed in great profusion there; would she like to see them? 'Ma buoni uomini.' He bowed. Certainly. Good men first, violets afterwards.

The sky a pit of violet, edged with black.

A violet glow spread in the east. On Kirin's arm, the Gauntlet of Tatsu bled an angry scarlet fire. The dragon on their left snorted impatiently. It is time, said Kirin. What is time? asked his dragon, confused. It, snapped Kirin. Move.

AMETHYST  (A'METHYST)   n.s.[al  contrary to wine, or contrary to drunkenness; so called, either because it is not quite of the colour of wine, or because it was imagined to prevent inebriation.] A precious stone of a violet colour, bordering on purple. The

El ocaso del día era como el fin del mundo, con esos atardeceres color violeta que hay en Bogotá, ciudad que es fea pero que tiene un cielo muy lindo, algo incomprensible

That's my girl, he said, struggling upright. Always up for adventure. You're not like the other girls, you know. There's not an ounce of fun in them. That's why Hank won't marry Violet, of course. He's holding out for another you. Only there isn't one. I've got the one and only.

Violet was nothing if not sensible. She didn't even approve when we pulled entirely harmless pranks, like hiding someone's yacht in the wrong slip, or turning the racquet club's pool water purple.

Like some winter animal the moon licks the salt of your hand, Yet still your hair foams violet as a lilac tree From which a small wood-owl calls.

M'immaginai una forza oscura acquattata nella vita della protagonista, un'entità che aveva la capacità di saldarle il mondo intorno, con i colori della fiamma ossidrica: una calotta azzurro-violacea dove ogni cosa le andava per il meglio schizzando scintille ma che presto si dissaldava, scindendosi in frammenti grigi privi di senso.

Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of nothing.

Her hair was pulled back to a bun on the back of her head. She was so beautiful she didn't need any makeup, but she had put some dark-violet eye shadow on her eyelashes and a dark color, like violet, too, I think on her lips. I knew that dark violet meant trouble.

Beyond a mortal man impassion'd farAt these voluptuous accents, he arose,Ethereal, flush'd, and like a throbbing starSeen mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose;Into her dream he melted, as the rose,Blendeth its odour with the violet,—Solution sweet: meantime the frost-wind blowsLike Love's alarum pattering the sharp sleetAgainst the window-panes; St. Agnes' moon hath set.

She should have been in her seventies, but she looked trim in a violet suit, discreet diamonds glittering in her ears. Her shoes were sensible for walking.

The violet seemed inclined to linger, but Sebastien's host-or hostess-gestured him to shut the door with one commandingly whirled finger.

I AM the violet flame     In action in me now I AM the violet flame     To Light alone I bow I AM the violet flame     In mighty cosmic power I AM the light of God     Shining every hour I AM the violet flame     Blazing like a sun I AM God's sacred power     Freeing every one

The woods hung dark on the hills; above, the sky violet, specked with minute feathery clouds, white as snowflakes.

I have seen the low sun spotted with mystic horrors, Lighting up, with long violet clots, Resembling actors of very ancient dramas, The waves rolling far off their quivering of shutters!

Oh! faint delicious spring-time violet, Thine odor like a key, Turns noiselessly in memory's wards to let A thought of sorrow free.

Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseenWithin thy airy shellBy slow Meander's margent green,And in the violet-embroider'd vale.