Best 24 of Shades quotes - MyQuotes
Different Shades Of Me, Mystery to Some, Open Book to a Few.. I am, What I am.. Full of Love to Some, Rude to a few, Different Shades of Me.. I Love my Journey.. It made me what you see!
Here we go,” Phoenix said, turning back to Nora. “Try not to let this room scare you.
If we accept that opposites (or gradations of circumstances, or differences in ways of being) are all part of the same hologram of life (just as we need different shades and colours to make up a picture), then we can see that we need all those aspects to make up our world.
Every decision you make in life will stem from one of two options: love or fear. Choose love.
You know what I want? I just want you to be open to the fact that I am a woman. I’ve got emotions. I’ve got expectations. I cry. I laugh. And I was drawn to you because, first, you are a handsome man. But, secondly, after spending the time that we’ve spent, I just have an intuition that you’re the type of man who can appreciate a good woman. I really don’t care about your past and how many women you’ve screwed.
Love is such a tissue of paradoxes, and exists in such endless variety of forms and shades that you may say almost anything about it that you please, and it is likely to be correct.
Although I don't know much about anything, I know that I have a story. I know that it is not over. There are shades and shadows of adventures and people and wild new places. Whatever Paris might turn out to be, and whatever Dr. Epstein is able to do, I want to be there to find out.
To completely understand me you must first accept that I am not you.
People observe the colors of a day at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quiet clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment.
My dream is to create something so beautiful that it encourages people to present the best version of themselves to me everywhere I go.
The car housed a hysterical bumper sticker: Save the Planet, and I permitted a moment of contemplation to truly bask in this thought. Save the planet? What a joke. Save the planet from what? From ourselves? And save it for what? For ourselves? It was a kind of perpetual stupidity in a tug-of-war battle over trivial matters. Only imbeciles see things in black and white: liberal or conservative, yes or no, this or that. Those in power laugh at those people in their morally inverted shades of grey, basking in the labels they've created so the people are easier to control.
Between shortage and absolute poverty an ocean of shades and gradations do emerge on the scale of deficiency. Be that as it may, each stage must find a mode to leave a door ajar for the sun to peer in and human warmth to radiate. ( " Homeless down in the corner")
Eleanor had heard talk of the rebellion that existed inside the city of Constance before. Most of the information she gathered was considered an old fairy tale by the general public. There were a few stories here and there about people angered by their present living conditions, who had demanded that the center of Constance be held responsible for it. However, information was never passed between the five different sectors. Over the years the tales of the rebellion had become children’s bedtime stories, and people did not take them seriously.
If we don’t live in the same vibe, it is hard to be aware of each other. When our reading differs from our neighbors’ reality, our surroundings may take a range of discordant shades and daily episodes become unrecognizable. But if we endeavor to find out, the “who is who”, the “what is what” and the “where is Waldo”, we might demonstrate our social literacy and connectedness. ("Fish for silence.")
To struggle against the weight of sleep as reality eclipses the moon of your dreams is the purest sign of true love.
As her feet beat the concrete ground beneath them, her chest began to ache. It had been a long time since she had run at a full sprint. She was, quite literally, running for her life, and leaving everything she had known before behind. Regardless of her past experiences, here she was, blindly following a girl, who was virtually a stranger, because she had promised to lead Eleanor to safety.
Cherish your existence, for memories become legacies and life can change in an instant.
to be a poet means to live with a permanent wound forever susceptible to either the shade of the sky or someone's eyes.
Try to think of it as though we are rewriting history––the first time this experience occurred you and I never kissed in this Dream Machine room. But now when we leave here, and open our eyes again near the wall around the center of Constance, that kiss will be included in our memories of the day we first met. We could spend a lifetime recreating this moment here, meanwhile, not a single second of our lives would slip by back in our reality. Time seems to move differently inside of our memories.
If you feel like you don't fit into the world you inherited it is because you were born to help create a new one.
But we are running out of colors," said Mr. Violet, intervening. "That cannot be the case," said Mr. white. "There are an infinite number of colors." "But there are not that many names," said Miss Taupe. "That is not possible. A color must have a name." "We can find only one hundred and three names for green before the color becomes noticeably either blue or yellow," said Miss Crimson. "But the shades are endless!" "Nevertheless, the names are not." "This is a problem that must be solved. Add it to the list, Miss Brown. We must name very possible shade.
How easily such a thing can become a mania, how the most normal and sensible of women once this passion to be thin is upon them, can lose completely their sense of balance and proportion and spend years dealing with this madness.
Mehmet Murat Ildan
You cannot forever hide your true face in the shade; it will eventually be caught by the light!
Well, I don't know, Lina. But let's just say I've met a lot of dead people.