Quotes About Orange

Meanwhile the sunsets are mad orange fools raging in the gloom....

Either the color on the TV set was off or he had used too much fake tan; his face was orange, the whites of his eyes spookily bright.

THERE CAN BE FEW delights in the world as pleasant as a Siracusan spring. The fragrance of the lemon, orange, apricot, almond and peach blossoms pervade the city, enriched by the moist, salty sea breezes. On

I really like the Budda head with a big Orange cabinet with Celestion 30 speakers and my '63 Fender Telecaster.

My worst fashion faux pas: probably orange shoes with white pants. I thought I looked spectacular.

For Sunday breakfast, I make orange and ricotta pancakes, crepes and eggs. You know men, we usually go for breakfast because it's the easiest thing to cook and then we try to make it seem fancy.

A man dressed in a radiant white uniform stands below the ragged maw of the jetway holding his hands downwards with fluorescent orange sticks in them, like Christ dispensing mercy on a world of sinners.

You want broccoli? asked Mrs. Korjev. Is there orange broccoli? Sophie asked. Green broccoli is good for you, make you strong, like bear. But it's not vegan. We put on Cheez Whiz, make vegan for you. Okay, broccoli, said Sophie.

As her vision cleared, Kira saw the ruins of the supply room. The grasper was a mangled mess, but several of its tentacles still waved with weak urgency, blobs of orange ichor oozing from its wounds. Carr had been thrown against the shelving. Shards of bones stuck out from his arms and legs. The orphaned piece of the xeno lay against the bulkhead across from her: a slash of torn fibers draped across the crumpled panels.

Outside, the afternoon sun was an orange sliver on an icy horizon.

my job to color the margarine, putting the white, lard-like block into a bowl then sprinkling orange coloring powder over it and mixing with a fork until it was more brazenly yellow than any butter would dare to be.

The dove, as it flies in the sun, seems simply to sparkle like silver, but only one who has been able to wait at length to discover its hidden face will see its true gold or, rather, the color of a shining orange.

He was about to pursue a course of action that would be as popular with his Chief Constable as a priest in an Orange Lodge.

She was looking more sleazy than grungy today, in an orange top cut so low that you could ski down the bare skin in front.

Among the valleys of the distant waves we will eventually meet. […] The orange sun will recognize us. It owes us. It will be the sun from nineteen hundred and forty-forever. O no cloud in the sky! O ocean full of fish hiding! The sun seduced us before we could be virgins.

There is a place, September, oh, very far from Pandemonium. A place where it is always autumn, where there is always cider and pumpkin pie, where leaves are always orange and fresh-cut wood is always burning and it is always, just always Halloween.

I think I look a little like a pumpkin," whispered September, secretly delighted. "I'm all green and orange.

How was the light today?" "Big. Hot. Yellow-white. The sky's blue was like a drumbeat. I watched the black tree shadows revolve. When the sun went down it was like someone's hand was pulling it, very gently. It was soft-edged and orange. The land went purple, then dark blue and grey, then black. Then you opened your eyes.

And here Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â Now the orange became Tejas: "In the middle of this mess, Tejas, Spanish to the core, God's bastion, just as in Europe." He patted the orange, reveling in its security, and said: "God arranges these things according to His grand design. Believe me, Trinidad, Tejas is not where it is by accident. And you're not in Tejas by accident. Your destiny is to rear Spanish sons who will build there cities much finer than New Orleans.

I like to peel it and share it with friends. You can spread the love with an orange.

New Orleans has these older orange lightbulbs, which are really gorgeous. But the main thing that stands out is actually the Superdome.

A middle-aged woman who looked like someone's cleaning lady, a shrieking adolescent lunatic and a talkshow host with an orange face... It didn't add up. Suicide wasn't invented for people like this. It was invented for people like Virginia Woolf and Nick Drake. And Me. Suicide was supposed to be cool.

An orange-stained Los Angelina she wasn't. Not yet another bimbo beat hard with a blonde stick.

The color orange is both a quality of an orange and an inescapable description of it. If we find an object, however, that looks like an orange but is brown, it must either be an orange that has gone bad or it is not an orange at all. Similarly, it makes no moral sense to say that a courageous man has decided to be a coward.