List Of Color Quotes

I Have, Of All The Inglorious Things, A Malignant Hemorrhoid. What Color Bracelet Does One Wear For That? And Where Does One Wear It? And What Slogan Is Apropos? Perhaps That Slogan Can Be Sewn In Needlepoint Around The Ruffle On A Cover For My Embarrassing Little Doughnut Buttocks Pillow.

I've Been Making Sushi For 38 Years, And I'm Still Learning. You Have To Consider The Size And Color Of The Ingredients, How Much Salt And Vinegar To Use And How The Seasons Affect The Fattiness Of The Fish.

He Spends The Majority Of The Evening In The Company Of Celia Bowen, Whose Elaborate Gown Changes Color, Shifting Through A Rainbow Of Hues To Compliment Whoever She Is Closest To.

I Literally Integrated The Small Town Of Libertyville, Illinois. I Was The First Person Of Color To Reside Within Its Borders.

If We Were To Do The Second Coming Of Christ In Color For A Full Hour, There Would Be A Considerable Number Of Stations Which Would Decline To Carry It On The Grounds That A Western Or A Quiz Show Would Be More Profitable.

I Am Seized With An Abiding Fear Regarding What These Two Instruments Are Doing To Our Society, Our Culture And Our Heritage. Our History Will Be What We Make It. And If There Are Any Historians About Fifty Or A Hundred Years From Now, And There Should Be Preserved The Kinescopes For One Week Of All Three Networks, They Will There Find Recorded In Black And White, Or Color, Evidence Of Decadence, Escapism And Insulation From The Realities Of The World In Which We Live.

Oh! The Joy Of Young Ideas Painted On The Mind, In The Warm Glowing Colors Fancy Spreads On Objects Not Yet Known, When All Is New, And All Is Lovely.

If You Can't Change Your Surroundings, Change Your Hair Color.

The Best Musicians Transpose Consciousness Into Sound; Painters Do The Same For Color And Shape.

Each Individual Has Their Own Unique Color, Which Shines Faintly Around The Contours Of Their Body. Like A Halo. Or A Backlight. I'm Able To See Those Colors Clearly.

You End Up Exhausted And Spent, But Later, In Retrospect, You Realize What It All Was For. The Parts Fall Into Place, And You Can See The Whole Picture And Finally Understand The Role Each Individual Part Plays. The Dawn Comes, The Sky Grows Light, And The Colors And Shapes Of The Roofs Of Houses, Which You Could Only Glimpse Vaguely Before, Come Into Focus.

I Can Be Most Colorful And Inventive When I Am Angry.

As We Go Through Life We Gradually Discover Who We Are, But The More We Discover, The More We Lose Ourselves.

You Can Hide Memories, But You Can’t Erase The History That Produced Them.

Don't Assume That God Will Always Work In Your Life The Way He Always Has. A Sunset Is Proof That God Colors Outside The Lines. He Has No Status Quo. Even The Laws Of Nature Are His To Interrupt. As Many Times As You've Prayed Before, Today May Be The Day When God Sends The Answer So Swiftly-so Divinely-that You're Windburned.

By Painting Colors And Lines And Forms Seen In Quickened Mood I Was Seeking To Make This Mood Vibrate As A Phonograph Does. This Was The Origin Of The Paintings In The Frieze Of Life.

In Common With Michelangelo And Rembrandt I Am More Interested In The Line, Its Rise And Fall, Than In Color

Anybody Who Perceives Colors Can Become A Painter. It's Simply A Question Of Whether Or Not One Has Felt Anything And Whether One Has The Courage To Recount The Things One Has Felt.

I Painted The Picture, And In The Colors The Rhythm Of The Music Quivers. I Painted The Colors I Saw.

Colors Live A Remarkable Life Of Their Own After They Have Been Applied To The Canvas.

If You Are Moved Only By The Color Relationships, Then You Miss The Point.

I Use Colors That Have Already Been Experienced Through The Light Of Day And Through The State Of Mind Of The Total Man. In Other Words, My Colors Are Not Colors That Are Laboratory Tools Which Are Isolated From All Accidentals Or Impurities So That They Have A Specified Identity Or Purity.

Some Colors Reconcile Themselves To One Another, Others Just Clash.

If You Are Only Moved By Color Relationships, You Are Missing The Point. I Am Interested In Expressing The Big Emotions - Tragedy, Ecstasy, Doom.

The Fact That People Break Down And Cry When Confronted With My Pictures Shows That I Can Communicate Those Basic Human Emotions.. The People Who Weep Before My Pictures Are Having The Same Religious Experience I Had When Painting Them. And If You Say You Are Moved Only By Their Color Relationships Then You Miss The Point.

What Was Once Called The Objective World Is A Sort Of Rorschach Ink Blot, Into Which Each Culture, Each System Of Science And Religion, Each Type Of Personality, Reads A Meaning Only Remotely Derived From The Shape And Color Of The Blot Itself

On The Old Highway Maps Of America, The Main Routes Were Red And The Back Roads Blue. Now Even The Colors Are Changing.

Most Eyes Have More Than One Color, But Usually They're Related. Blue Eyes May Have Two Shades Of Blue, Or Blue And Gray, Or Blue And Green, Or Even A Fleck Or Two Of Brown. Most People Don't Notice That.

A Lot Of The American Press At The Time Was Saying 'just Watch What Happens When Bertelsmann Tries To Buy Emi, That Will Be A Moment Of Truth That Will Show The Commission's True Colors.' Well, That Deal Never Happened Either.

But I Believe I Rather Like Superstitious People. They Lend Color To Life. Wouldn't It Be A Rather Drab World If Everybody Was Wise And Sensible . . . And Good? What Would We Find To Talk About?

I Love Bright Red Drinks, Don’t You? They Taste Twice As Good As Any Other Color.

Anne Reveled In The World Of Color About Her. "oh, Marilla," She Exclaimed One Saturday Morning, Coming Dancing In With Her Arms Full Of Gorgeous Boughs, "i'm So Glad I Live In A World Where There Are Octobers. It Would Be Terrible If We Just Skipped From September To November, Wouldn't It? Look At These Maple Branches. Don't They Give You A Thrill--several Thrills?

Lizards Of Every Temper, Style, And Color Dwell Here, Seemingly As Happy And Companionable As The Birds And Squirrels.

They All Laugh. We All Laugh. And It Occurs To Me That I Might Be Meeting Tobias's True Faction. They Are Not Characterized By A Particular Virtue. They Claim All Colors, All Activities, All Virtues, And All Flaws As Their Own.

It Is Exactly In The Repetition Of The Exercises That The Education Of The Senses Exists; Not That The Child Shall Know Colors, Forms Or Qualities, But That He Refine His Senses Through An Exercise Of Attention, Comparison And Judgment.

My Days Could Be Described As An Ever Changing Palette Of Blues, Greens, Browns, And Golds. Mostly Because Of Surfing And Garden-gazing. On Tour, The Colors Are Desaturated By Florescent Lights And Dull Grey Carpets.

Blood Is A Strange Color. It's Darker Than You Expect It To Be.

No Tyranny Is More Cruel Than The One Practised In The Shadow Of The Laws And Under Color Of Justice - When, So To Speak, One Proceeds To Drown The Unfortunate On The Very Plank By Which They Had Saved Themselves. And Since A Tyrant Never Lacks Instruments For His Tyranny, Tiberius Always Found Judges Ready To Condemn As Many People As He Might Suspect.

Lying Is A Disgraceful Vice, And One That Plutarch Paints In Most Disgraceful Colors, When He Says That It Is "affording Testimony That One First Despises God, And Then Fears Men." It Is Not Possible More Happily To Describe Its Horrible, Disgusting, And Abandoned Nature; For Can We Imagine Anything More Vile Than To Be Cowards With Regard To Men, And Brave With Regard To God.

You Know Creators, Composers, Need A Palette For Life, A Color For Life.

It Is Horrible To See Everything That One Detested In The Past Coming Back Wearing The Colors Of The Future.

Love - True Love - Is A Precious Thing. It Is Painful, Uncomfortable, Makes Fools Of Us All, But It Is What Breathes Meaning And Color And Purpose Into Our Lives.

I Look Out The Window Sometimes To Seek The Color Of The Shadows And The Different Greens In The Trees, But When I Get Ready To Paint I Just Close My Eyes And Imagine A Scene.

I Buy What Makes My Heart Sing. So, It's Not That I Follow One Specific Track. It's Sort Of What I Like. I Love Colors. I Love Unique Pieces. I Love Vintage Clothing.

How You Speak And The Words You Use Tell Much About The Image You Choose To Portray. Use Language To Build And Uplift Those Around You. Profane, Vulgar, Or Crude Language And Inappropriate Or Off-color Jokes Are Offensive To The Lord. Never Misuse The Name Of God Or Jesus Christ. The Lord Said, "thou Shalt Not Take The Name Of The Lord Thy God In Vain" (ex. 20:7).

I Don't Judge People By Their Sexual Orientation Or The Color Of Their Skin, So I Find It Really Hard To Identify Someone By Saying That They're A Gay Person Or A Black Person Or A Jewish Person.

In A Movie, You're Raw Material, Just A Hue Of Some Color And The Director Makes The Painting.

The Bad Lands Grade All The Way From Those That Are Almost Rolling In Character To Those That Are So Fantastically Broken In Form And So Bizarre In Color As To Seem Hardly Properly To Belong To This Earth.

Do People Ever Get Over Being Shy? I Think It’s With You For Life-like The Color Of Your Eyes.

This Is Really Skin Privilege, The Ranking Of Color In Terms Of Its Closeness To White People Or White-skinned People And Its Devaluation According To How Dark One Is And The Impact That Has On People Who Are Dedicated To The Privileges Of Certain Levels Of Skin Color.

She Learned The Intricacy Of Loneliness: The Horror Of Color, The Roar Of Soundlessness And The Menace Of Familiar Objects Lying Still.

In Becoming An American, From Europe, What One Has In Common With That Other Immigrant Is Contempt For Me-it's Nothing Else But Color.

There Are Good Men And Bad Men Of All Nationalities, Creeds And Colors; And If This World Of Ours Is Ever To Become What We Hope Some Day It May Become, It Must Be By The General Recognition That The Man's Heart And Soul, The Man's Worth And Actions, Determine His Standing.

Colors Pursue Me Like A Constant Worry. They Even Worry Me In My Sleep.

Color Is My Day-long Obsession, Joy And Torment. To Such An Extent Indeed That One Day, Finding Myself At The Deathbed Of A Woman Who Had Been And Still Was Very Dear To Me, I Caught Myself In The Act Of Focusing On Her Temples And Automatically Analyzing The Succession Of Appropriately Graded Colors Which Death Was Imposing On Her Motionless Face.

I See Less And Less... I Need To Avoid Lateral Light, Which Darkens My Colors. Nevertheless, I Always Paint At The Times Of Day Most Propitious For Me, As Long As My Paint Tubes And Brushes Are Not Mixed Up... I Will Paint Almost Blind, As Beethoven Composed Completely Deaf.

I Never Had An Occasion To Question Color, Therefore, I Only Saw Myself As What I Was... A Human Being.

Color Is My Day-long Obsession, Joy And Torment.

You'll Understand, I'm Sure That I'm Chasing The Merest Sliver Of Color. It's My Own Fault. I Want To Grasp The Intangible. It's Terrible How The Light Runs Out. Color, Any Color, Lasts A Second, Sometimes 3 Or 4 Minutes At Most.

What I Need Most Of All Is Color, Always, Always.

Children Go With Whatever Makes Them Feel Good - Like If That's The Color Green Or Orange, They Do That With Their Clothes. As I've Grown Older, Everything Reversed. My Music, My Personality - Onstage Those Things Became My Colors.

The Colors Black And White Are My Uniform, To Honor The Working Class. People Like My Parents, Who Were Janitors And Had To Wear A Uniform Every Day. It Keeps Me Grounded.

I Used To Get My Hair Dyed At A Place Called Big Hair. It Cost $15. They Just Used Straight Bleach, So My Hair Was The Color Of White Lined Paper, And My Eyebrows Looked Like They Were Done With A Thick Black Marker.

Part Of What My Music Represents Is To Stand Up And Be The Voice Of Those Who Feel Like They Are Not Heard And Want To Be Treated With Respect Regardless Of Race, Color, Orientation - Android, Cyborg, Whatever.

I Adore Smashbox Lip Stains. I Carry A Natural Color For Daytime And A Berry Shade For Going Out At Night.

I Get My Highlights Touched Up With Susan Henry At Shades In Beverly Hills. She Developed Hypo-allergenic Hair Color Products With No Ammonia Because She's Allergic To Others; She's An Incredible Colorist. She Does Balayage Instead Of The Foils, And I'll Go And She Will Do My Entire Head Of Highlights In An Hour.

...and, All At Once, The Moon Arouse Through The Thin Ghastly Mist, And Was Crimson In Color... And They Lynx Which Dwelleth Forever In The Tomb, Came Out Therefrom. And Lay Down At The Feet Of The Demon. And Looked At Him Steadily In The Face.

There Is Only One Direction. (down.) There Is Only One Color. (black.) And There Is Only One Number (zero.)

Color Is Like Food For The Spirit - Plus It's Not Addictive Or Fattening.

To Me, You Can't Have Style Without Being Inspired. When I Design A Collection, I Am Inspired By So Many Things. The Color Of A Flower. The Shape Of A Butterly's Wing. The Juxtaposition Of An Old Tenement Building Next To A Shiny New Skyscraper.

Winter Dawn Is The Color Of Metal, The Trees Stiffen Into Place Like Burnt Nerves.

Is To Throw Together Events From My Own Life, Fictionalizing To Add Color—it’s A Pot Boiler Really, But I Think It Will Show How Isolated A Person Feels When He Is Suffering A Breakdown . . . I’ve Tried To Picture My World And The People In It As Seen Through The Distorting Lens Of A Bell Jar.

Take That One Thing You Don't Like About Yourself And More Often Than Not That's The One Thing That Makes You More Special. Whether It's That Gap In Your Teeth, Or That Mole You Never Liked, Or Your Skin Color.

For My Prom I Really Wanted To Wear A Bright Color - Something That Was Going To Pop And Stand Out.

I Love Colorful Things. I Think The World Is So Beautiful Because Of All The Different Colors. With My Feed, I Really Like It To Be A Rainbow Effect, Very Colorful And Vibrant, And Just Showing Happy Moments.

I Am Just Learning To Notice The Different Colors Of The Stars, And Already Begin To Have A New Enjoyment.

Love Life Day By Day, Color By Color, Touch By Touch.

I Treat Everywhere As Being A Center From Which I Can Enjoy The Surroundings. And So Austin Is Very Stimulating. I'm Familiar With A Lot Of Very Charming People Who Have Brought A Lot Of Color To My Life And A Lot Of Love.

I Get The Same Charge From Juxtaposition Of Colors As I Do From Juxtaposition Of Chords.

Fibers In A Variety Of Colors Protrude Out Of My Skin Like Mushrooms After A Rainstorm. They Cannot Be Forensically Identified As Animal, Vegetable Or Mineral.

Spent The Fortnight Gone In The Music Room Reworking My Year's Fragments Into A 'sextet For Overlapping Soloists': Piano, Clarinet, 'cello, Flute, Oboe, And Violin, Each In Its Own Language Of Key, Scale, And Color. In The First Set, Each Solo Is Interrupted By Its Successor; In The Second, Each Interruption Is Recontinued, In Order. Revolutionary Or Gimmicky? Shan't Know Until It's Finished, And By Then It'll Be Too Late.

It Is The Brushwork Of The Right Value And Color Which Should Produce The Drawing.

Don't Be Afraid Of Putting On Color, Refine The Work Little By Little.

The Subject Should Be Observed More For Shape And Color Than For Drawing... Precise Drawing Is Dry And Hampers The Impression Of The Whole, It Destroys All Sensations.

I'm Not A Young Man, And I Can Find Intensity In A Lot Of Different Ways, Sometimes Without Even Raising My Voice. When I Was Younger, It Was All About How I Need Three Extra Sets Of Lungs To Get Enough Wind To Get Out The Thing At The Screaming Level I Need To, Because That's The Way It Needs To Be. Now, I See That There's A Whole Lot Of Other Colors On The Palette.

I Am Tired Of Myself In Every Way. All Things, Deep Down To The Secret Of Their Roots, Are Stained By The Color Of My Weariness.

I'm A Perfectly Good Carrot That Everyone Is Trying To Turn Into A Rose. As A Carrot, I Have Good Color And A Nice Leafy Top. When I'm Carved Into A Rose, I Turn Brown And Wither.

Life Was A Freight Train Barreling Toward Just One Stop, Our Loved Ones Streaking Past Our Windows In Blurs Of Color And Light. There Was No Holding On To Any Of It, And No Slowing It Down.

Some Of Us Come On Earth Seeing – Some Of Us Come On Earth Seeing Color.

But When I Fell In Love With Black, It Contained All Color. It Wasn’t A Negation Of Color. It Was An Acceptance. Because Black Encompasses All Colors. Black Is The Most Aristocratic Color Of All.... You Can Be Quiet And It Contains The Whole Thing.

My Tendency Towards Bareness And Simplification Has Been Practiced In Three Fields: Modeling, Colors, And The Figuration Of The Personages.

Little By Little, I've Reached The Stage Of Using Only A Small Number Of Forms And Colors. It's Not The First Time That Painting Has Been Done With A Very Narrow Range Of Colors. The Frescoes Of The Tenth Century Are Painted Like This. For Me, They Are Magnificent Things.

My Characters Have Undergone The Same Process Of Simplification As The Colors. Now That They Have Been Simplified, They Appear More Human And Alive Than If They Had Been Represented In All Their Details.

Never, Never Do I Set To Work On A Canvas In The State It Comes In From The Shop. I Provoke Accidents - A Form, A Splotch Of Color. Any Accident Is Good Enough. I Let The Matiere Decide. Then I Prepare A Ground By, For Example, Wiping My Brushes On The Canvas. Letting Fall Some Drops Of Turpentine On It Would Do Just As Well. If I Want To Make A Drawing I Crumple The Sheet Of Paper Or I Wet It; The Flowing Water Traces A Line And This Line May Suggest What Is To Come Next.

I Try To Apply Colors Like Words That Shape Poems, Like Notes That Shape Music.

Boom, Boom, Boom, Even Brighter Than The Moon, Moon, Moon, It's Always Been Inside Of You, You, You And Now It's Time To Let It Through, Ooh, Ooh. Cause, Baby, You're A Firework Come On, Show 'em What You're Worth Make 'em Go, "oh! Oh! Oh!" As You Shoot Across The Sky-y-y. Baby, You're A Firework Come On, Let Your Colors Burst Make 'em Go, "oh! Oh! Oh!" You're Gonna Leave 'em Fallin' Down-own-own.

The Tomato Offers Its Gift Of Fiery Color And Cool Completeness.

A Well-fashioned Day - With A Beginning And An End, A Purpose And A Content, A Color And A Character, A Feel And A Texture - Takes It Place Among The Many And Becomes A Valuable Memory And Treasure. At Midnight The Winged Messengers Come And Gather Up All These Pieces And Take Them Off To Wherever The Mosaic Is Kept. And Surely, On Occasion, One Messenger Says To Another, 'wait 'til You See This One.'

Baby You're A Firework, Come On, Let Your Colors Burst!!

I Hunger For Your Sleek Laugh And Your Hands The Color Of A Furious Harvest. I Want To Eat The Sunbeams Flaring In Your Beauty.