Colour Quotes

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Sarah Kay
“My world was the size of a crayon box, and it took every colour to draw her”
Sarah Kay, No Matter the Wreckage

Orhan Pamuk
“I hear the question upon your lips: What is it to be a colour?

Colour is the touch of the eye, music to the deaf, a word out of the darkness. Because I’ve listened to souls whispering – like the susurrus of the wind – from book to book and object to object for tens or thousands of years, allow me to say that my touch resembles the touch of angels. Part of me, the serious half, calls out to your vision while the mirthful half sours through the air with your glances.

I’m so fortunate to be red! I’m fiery. I’m strong. I know men take notice of me and that I cannot be resisted.

I do not conceal myself: For me, delicacy manifests itself neither in weakness nor in subtlety, but through determination and will. So, I draw attention to myself. I’m not afraid of other colours, shadows, crowds or even of loneliness. How wonderful it is to cover a surface that awaits me with my own victorious being! Wherever I’m spread, I see eyes shine, passions increase, eyebrows rise and heartbeats quicken. Behold how wonderful it is to live! Behold how wonderful to see. I am everywhere. Life begins with and returns to me. Have faith in what I tell you.”
Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red

Kahlil Gibran
“Let me, O let me bathe my soul in colours; let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow.”
Khalil Gibran

Israelmore Ayivor
“People appear like angels until you hear them speak. You must not rush to judge people by the colour of their cloaks, but by the content of their words!”
Israelmore Ayivor

Jay Woodman
“The world is a wide place where we stumble like children learning to walk. The world is a bright mosaic where we learn like children to see, where our little blurry eyes strive greedily to take in as much light and love and colour and detail as they can.

The world is a coaxing whisper when the wind lips the trees, when the sea licks the shore, when animals burrow into earth and people look up at the sympathetic stars. The world is an admonishing roar when gales chase rainclouds over the plains and whip up ocean waves, when people crowd into cities or intrude into dazzling jungles.

What right have we to carry our desperate mouths up mountains or into deserts? Do we want to taste rock and sand or do we expect to make impossible poems from space and silence? The vastness at least reminds us how tiny we are, and how much we don't yet understand. We are mere babes in the universe, all brothers and sisters in the nursery together. We had better learn to play nicely before we're allowed out..... And we want to go out, don't we? ..... Into the distant humming welcoming darkness.”
Jay Woodman, SPAN

James Joyce
“The phrase and the day and the scene harmonized in a chord. Words. Was it their colours? He allowed them to glow and fade, hue after hue: sunrise gold, the russet and green of apple orchards, azure of waves, the greyfringed fleece of clouds. No it was not their colours: it was the poise and balance of the period itself. Did he then love the rhythmic rise and fall of words better than their associations of legend and colour? Or was it that, being as weak of sight as he was shy of mind, he drew less pleasure from the reflection of the glowing sensible world through the prism of a language manycoloured and richly storied than from the contemplation of an inner world of individual emotions mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose?”
James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Arthur Conan Doyle
“A study in scarlet, eh? Why shouldn't we use a little art jargon? There's the scarlet thread of murder running through the colourless skein of life, and our duty is to unravel it, and isolate it, and expose every inch of it.”
Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Novels and Stories, Volume I

Victoria Finlay
“If Bacchus ever had a color he could claim for his own, it should surely be the shade of tannin on drunken lips, of John Keat's 'purple-stained mouth', or perhaps even of Homer's dangerously wine-dark sea.”
Victoria Finlay

Munia Khan
“Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them”
Munia Khan

Julian Barnes
“Was it the case that colours dimmed as the eye grew elderly? Or was it rather that in youth your excitement about the world transferred itself onto everything you saw and made it brighter?”
Julian Barnes, England, England

David Almond
“Drawing makes you look at the world more closely. It helps you to see what you're looking at more clearly. Did you know that?"
I said nothing.
"What colour's a blackbird?" she said.
David Almond, Skellig

Sharon Kay Penman
“The great hall was shimmering in light, sun streaming from the open windows, and ablaze with colour, the walls decorated with embroidered hangings in rich shades of gold and crimson. New rushes had been strewn about, fragrant with lavender, sweet woodruff, and balm... the air was... perfumed with honeysuckle and violet, their seductive scents luring in from the gardens butterflies as blue as the summer sky.”
Sharon Kay Penman, Devil's Brood

Raheel Farooq
“Colours are nature gone wild.”
Raheel Farooq

Hope Mirrlees
“The cattle crouched round them in soft shadowy clumps, placidly munching, and dreaming with wide-open eyes. The narrow zone of colour created by the firelight was like the planet Earth - a little freak of brightness in a universe of impenetrable shadows”
Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist

“Hustler vs dynasty; Women vs men; straight vs crooked; white vs black; left vs right; youth vs old; are forms of separatist business enterprises I don't subscribe to. They drain your energy chasing what we can't change when we can be the best we wanna be.”

“Mother Nature is calling you,

To embrace with her green hue!”
Md. Ziaul Haque

Sarah Perry
“He drew in a breath and all the seasons were in it; spring greenness in the grass, and somewhere a dog-rose blooming; the secretive scent of fungus clinging to the oak, and underneath it all something sharper waiting in a promise of winter.”
Sarah Perry, The Essex Serpent

Gift Gugu Mona
“A woman is like the colour of the rainbow, very colourful and so beautiful.”
Gift Gugu Mona, Woman of Virtue: Power-Filled Quotes for a Powerful Woman

“We live in a world where empty glasses are called paupers and juice-filled glasses are the rich. Painted water is not always what it is when transparency is part of the package.”
Goitsemang Mvula

“Don’t despise people based on their colour, ethnicity or creed. God loves variety, So, live with it.”
Abiodun Fijabi

“Do you know these days? These days when the alarm rings, and there's no energy left to get up because you think that today nothing will change and nothing good will happen anyway?
I had that feeling when I woke up this morning. The dream I had dreamt passed into the next day without any transition, and I cried myself awake. The alarm rang. I felt horrible, and I didn't know where I was. My dreams have always been very vivid, very real – it can be a blessing and a curse. Today it had been a curse.

Usually, you cry yourself to sleep – but on particular days, you cry yourself awake. Years ago, which I can count on the fingers of both of my hands, I would have felt very much at home in this feeling. I would have wallowed in it. Melancholy had been my very best friend for oh so many years. But it's not like that anymore. Life is radiant and colourful. Even though there are days that seem dull and grey. But even those days will pass.

Joy is an active choice. Sometimes you have to even fight for it. But one day, you will be richly gifted.
Then you will gain something that weighs more than all the loneliness, the guilt, the sadness:
pure life.

Some time ago, I consciously decided against surrendering to the grey within me. And I promised myself to leave my bed every day, even on the days that seemed dull and grey, and to throw myself into the day the same way I wanted to throw myself into life.
Life is the only thing we can call our very own.
And if the grey appears to be too grey, one has to show one's true colours.
Inside and out.

And that's why I wear red because a pop of colour can frighten away the grey.”
Dahi Tamara Koch, Within the event horizon: poetry prose

Yann Martel
“With the very first rays of light it came alive in me: hope. As things emerged in outline and filled with colour, hope increased until it was like a song in my heart. Oh, what it was to bask in it!”
Yann Martel, Life of Pi

“Make decisions after you know all the cards. Sometimes, people make the wrong decisions because they have never known what the right ones are. They believe what they know to be right. Only certain colours exist in their world because life experiences have blinded to other colours. My son, you have to take away the blindfold if you must.”
Norah Koch, Her Wicked Ceo: How To Seduce A Hikikomori Wife?

Cindy Ann Peterson
“Right/Wrong Things To Say To A Client About Color/Colour

Don’t Say… Since you want to hide your body, wear black.
Do Say… Let’s look at your personal coloring and find your best colors, so no color sabotage allowed. You come alive when you wear your best colors. Let me show you.”
Cindy Ann Peterson, My Style, My Way: Top Experts Reveal How to Create Yours Today

“When swimmers dive
into my memory pool
crystal waves
rise in hundreds from the
blurred water.”
Geeta Tripathee, Nrishamsa Parkhalharu

Kim Michele Richardson
“I hope you get to feeling pert soon ma'am I miss seeing my bonny Picasso." He grinned.”
Kim Michele Richardson, The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek

Laura Chouette
“Some expect everything.
Some expect nothing.
And at the end of the day
we all look at the same world
- just with different colours in mind.”
Laura Chouette

Haruki Murakami
“I pulled up my feet, bent my knee, and rested my chin on my hand. Then I closed my eyes. Still no sounds. The darkness behind my closed eyelids was like the cloud-covered sky, but the grey was somewhat deeper. Every few minutes, someone would come and paint over the grey with a different-textured grey – one with a touch of gold or green or red. I was impressed with the variety of greys that existed. Human beings were so strange. All you had to do was sit still for ten minutes, and you could see this amazing variety of greys.”
Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

Lailah Gifty Akita
“Black is colourful as white is a colour that is beautiful.”
Lailah Gifty Akita

Laurie Lee
“At first there was nothing - a profound blue darkness running running deep, laced by skeins of starlight and pale phosphorescent flashes. This four o-clock hour was a moment of utter silence, the indrawn breath of dark, the absolute, trance-like balance between night and day. Then, when it seemed that nothing would ever move or live or know the light again, a hot wind would run over the invisible water. It was like a fore-blast of the turning world, an intimation that its rocks and seas and surfaces still stirred against the sun. One strained one's eyes, scarce breathing, searching for a sign. Presently it came. Far in the east at last the horizon hardened, an imperceptible line dividing sky and sea, sharp as a diamond cut on glass. A dark bubble of cloud revealed itself, warmed slowly, flushing from within like a seed growing, a kernel ripening, a clinker hot with locked-in fire. Gradually the cloud throbbed red with light, then suddenly caught the still unrisen sun and burst like an expanding bomb. Flares and streamers began to fall into the sea, setting all things on fire. After the long unthinking darkness everything now began to happen at once. The stars snapped shut, the sky bled green, vermillion tides ran over the water, the hills around took on the colour of firebrick, and the great sun drew himself at last raw and dripping from the waves. Scarlet, purple, and clinker-blue, the morning, smelling of thyme and goats, of charcoal, splintered rock and man's long sojourn around this lake”
Laurie Lee, A Rose for Winter

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