Best 156 quotes in «colors quotes» category

Because freedom and liberty and equality are as vital as breath, we only notice their absence when we are left gasping when the colors of diversity and individual liberty are drained from the world around us.

Black and white is refuge of colors from their own nullity.

Black and white is mix of toughest simplicity and easiest complexity.

Black and white, severally incomplete and at the same time completely several.

Black and white is as if phoenix of colors has eloped into opacity.

Black and white is heaviest of vibrant and at the same time lightest of achromatic.

Black and white seems a journey into space which is destined back to earth.

Black and white is salt and pepper of colors, for life tastes bland without them.

Black and white, oldest of the vintages, newest of the last season.

Black and white, vacuum of cosmos vis-à-vis occupancy of skies.

Before we feel You were always dressed In black and grey; I came with my colors And you changed; Is this love?

Clara didn’t know what to say, but she also knew not every silence had to be filled. Sometimes the white spots, those left undyed and natural, were integral to the beauty of a colorway.

Colors add meaning to life, Some hidden facts they do imbibe. One color could signify two things, The onus lies on us, As to how we take it.

...did you know that in your eyes there are bright flecks of green and orange - and that they are lovely?...

Distressed Hearts Have Similar Vibrations.

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.

Contrasts The windows of my poetry are wide open on the boulevards and in the shop windows Shine The precious stones of light Listen to the violins of the limousines and the xylophones of the linotypes The sketcher washes with the hand-towel of the sky All is color spots And the hats of the women passing by are comets in the conflagration of the evening Unity There's no more unity All the clocks now read midnight after being set back ten minutes There's no more time. There's no more money. In the Chamber They are spoiling the marvelous elements of raw material ("Contrasts")

Dawn broke over Ellingham Academy in a swirl of rose pink going into a bloodless blue. Stevie watched the newly risen sun come up over the Great House like a celestial game of peekaboo.

Dona la llibertat als colors i llavors trobaràs l'arc de sant Marti a tot arreu.

Dreams dress us carefully in the colors of power and faith.

El Ángel me decía que los carneros no eran del color de los tigres, el Satán me decía que el Poderoso quería que lo fueran y se valía de mi astucia y mi púrpura. Ahora yo sé que el Ángel y el Satán erraban la verdad y que todo color es aborrecible.

Embrace your diverse, prismatic colors! They make you uniquely you!

Don’t present yourself to people as a blank sheet; they will paint you with their preferred colors, then your life will be in problem. Choose your own colors and paint it the way you want the world to see you. Make it a little brighter so you stand out.

Eres todos los colores en uno, con su máxima intensidad.

Escribir es casi crear, pero transcribir termina siendo resignarse a la vaguedad y a los errores.

Fill the canvas of life with the colors of peace bliss beauty and love.

George thrust into Alma's hand a lithograph of a spotted 'Catasetum.' The orchid had been rendered so magnificently that it seemed to grow off the page. Its lips were spotted red against yellow, and appeared moist, like living flesh. Its leaves were lush and thick, and its bulbous roots looked as though one could shake actual soil off them. Before Alma could thoroughly take in the beauty, George handed her another stunning print- a 'Peristeria barkeri,' with its tumbling golden blossoms so fresh they nearly trembled. Whoever had tinted this lithograph had been a master of texture as well as color; the petals resembled unshorn velvet, and touches of albumen on their tips gave each blossom a hint of dew. Then George handed her another print, and Alma could not help but gasp. Whatever this orchid was, Alma had never seen it before. Its tiny pink lobes looked like something a fairy would don for a fancy dress ball.

Happiness has only one colour: The Bright! The bright of red, the bright of green, the bright of any colour! Happiness is bright! It shines, it sparkles, it glints!

He would always be around you, not in these words or paintings, but in your heart. He will always be in happy memories. You can't cage his worth in few pages and colors.

His beard was all colors, a grove of trees in autumn, deep brown and fire-orange and wine-red, an untrimmed tangle across the lower half of his face. His cheeks were apple-red. He looked like a friend; like someone you had known all your life.

HOLDING ONTO HOPE MAY MAKE YOU TIRED BUT IF YOU LET GO OF HOPE, THE FALL CAN SPIRITUALLY KILL YOU! HOLD ON

I AM GRATEFUL FOR ALL OF THE BACKSTABBING BECAUSE IT MADE ME A STRAIGHT-SHOOTER!

I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair and surprise.

If I could tell you about Red I would sing to you of fire Sweet like cherries Burning like cinnamon Smelling like a rose in the sun

If we dare to dream, we must dare to wake up. When we come to rub our eyes wide open and face up to realness, we can clear our vision and curb a whirlwind of bewilderment that might break our mind apart, once fantasy wrangles with reality and our awareness denies the true colors of facts. ("Behind the frosted glass”)

Even the darkest cloud had a silver lining; you can either miss it as you run away to a hiding place as darkness approaches you or you can go seeking it, empowered with the ardent desire to find happiness in life.

Great Granny Webster seemed to hate colours. Almost everything she owned was either black or dark brown.

Gray. The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray, so ultimate and ubiquitous that colour was everywhere around me. Gray...

I am an art work in constant progress; I am my own canvas, my own colors, my own brushes and my own inspiration.

I could see myself in him. His imagination and creativity awed me. I decided to mentor him but soon he started sharing everything with me and I realized he was your son. I was dissuaded to guide him further, his face reminded me of my days of struggle, but I took things on my stride and continued helping him.

If we could only step back and see what God sees. All these beautiful colors blended together on one planet.

I gave up on you Not because I couldn’t keep fighting But For the way you kept blaming on these colors I have in my pocket, Though it’s you who were a color blind …

I have a lot of, unfinished poems. And all of them are like, some love affair, that started too quick, and died too young. Each incomplete art to me, is like a memory lane, of an insane passion, that words, couldn't explain, and colors couldn't contain.

I have been feeling very clearheaded lately and what I want to write about today is the sea. It contains so many colors. Silver at dawn, green at noon, dark blue in the evening. Sometimes it looks almost red. Or it will turn the color of old coins. Right now the shadows of clouds are dragging across it, and patches of sunlight are touching down everywhere. White strings of gulls drag over it like beads. It is my favorite thing, I think, that I have ever seen. Sometimes I catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel.

I love to create vibrant, whimsical floral compositions that are either executed with one single hue or the opposite: a blend of multiple colors!

In her eyes was the reflection of everything that mattered: old diners with neon signs, vinyl records, celluloid film, drive-in movies, Pears soap, department stores, her brother’s old blue Camaro car and the smell of coal dust in the rainy sky of a summer lightning storm. …And all the nice bright colors of the past that she thought were gone for good came flowing back into her life like a wave of nostalgia flooding over her, reds, yellows, blues and greens drenching her gray memories in psychedelic ribbons and glittering fireworks. …She hoped that the world would always hold those miniscule yet beautiful, deep and mysterious traces of memory.

In the beginning was the word and the word was love and love was imagination. When love takes us through the sun-dappled garden of our imagination, no stalking horses can perturb the rainbow in our mind or fade out its bright colors reflecting in the blue sky of our memory. ("Alpha and Omega")

I had seen the world as either white or black. It is only when I read the pages of her diary that I understood why the sky looked so grey.

I keep hoping that I’ll come up with something. To express the love of two lovers by the marriage of two complementary colours, their blending and their contrast, the mysterious vibrations of related tones. To express that thought of a brow by the radiance of a light tone against a dark background. To express hope by some star. Someone’s passion by the radiance of the setting sun.

In 1916, Infants' and Children's Wear Review insisted upon pink for boys and blue for girls. In 1939, Parents magazine claimed that pink was a good color for boys because it was a pale version of red, which was the color of Mars, the war god. Blue was good for girls because it was the color of Venus, and of the Virgin Mary. So, pink for girls is a relatively recent trend, and utterly random.