There is absolutely nothing feminine about the colour pink, or, anything bad-luck’ish about the colour black — in itself.

My wife is a lovely leathery green, the blue-tongued lizard said;Her eyes are as red as bulldog ants, lurking in holes in her head;Her body is made of the speckled grass, a violet grows on...

Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age.

She had a pretty good idea what Tony was seeking. He couldn’t look at her without seeing her mother, and father, and brother. He needed to know for certain that she would never share their...

Age had drained the color from her eyes the way darkness drains the color from everything

Keep it calm and watch the company you keep. It’s either a red card or a green card you are holding. One guides you to go on, and the other makes you give up on...

The eyes were of a color which he could never decide on, afterwards when he told the story he used to say they were the color of everything in Spring.

Lightning hides the colour of night

There will always be that dreadful monster prejudice to do extra battle against because of their color.

Years later, on a Steve Jobs discussion board on the website Gawker, the following tale appeared from someone who had worked at the Whole Foods store in Palo Alto a few blocks from Jobs’ home:...

Beneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mindmost of our colors are amazingly the same.

All these many-coloured feelings fell… like light on a black surface, producing no change, meeting no return.

Maybe by color, maybe by number, maybe something else.

She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.

Think of what starlight And lamplight would lack Diamonds and fireflies If they couldn’t lean against Black. . . .

Gratitude is the real treasure God wants us to find, because it isn’t the pot of gold but the rainbow that colors our world.

Your paintings are staggeringly beautiful. Did I ever tell you that,or was I just too concerned that you weren’t going to earn a living? I know the answer…I worried that the paint was so thickly...

The sky is already purple; the first few stars have appeared, suddenly, as if someone had thrown a handful of silver across the edge of the world.

If we were to wake up some morning and find that everyone was the same race, creed and color, we would find some other causes for prejudice by noon.

If I can put one touch of rosy sunset into the life of any man or woman, I shall feel that I have worked with God.

Thus I did with Susan as with most other things in my earlier days, dipping her image into my mind and coloring it of a thousand fantastic hues, before I could see her as she...

I don’t usually like a smoky eye; if there is any smokiness, it’s got to be a light color.

From the floor, I see the tops of the Philadelphia skyline out of her window. Staring at it, I realize that the night sky isn’t really black, which is the way I’ve always thought of...

Come, fly with me!” cried the goddess, as she sped ahead of them, her extremities flaming with a comet tail of sparks in the supernatural wind. Her bubbling voice again echoed, her laughter bounced in...

We do not owe allegiance to any candidate because they share our party or our color, but because they share our principles and our conscience.

I like to carry a concealer palette that has a green, a yellow, and a tan color. I like to carry the green one because when I have a pimple, it’s good to use that...

I dream of a post-racial society that is not categorized by the color of their skin.

I try to grasp the colour of my blood and all I feel is life slipping through the colourless veins.

… And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.

The soul is dyed by the color of its leisure hours

Gratitude comes in a spectrum of colors, but Ingratitude is always black.

I don’t see color, I see conquests.[Samantha]

People are tired of mainstream media’s limited and confined portrayal of people of color.

Her fingers moved among barnacles and mussels, blue-black, sharp-edged. Neon red starfish were limp Dalis on the rocks, surrounded by bouquets of stinging anemones and purple bursts of spiny sea urchins.

I used to believe in ’em [lines]. I don’t anymore. They in our heads. People like Miss Hilly is always trying to make us believe they there. But they ain’t.” – Aibileen

Grey has no agenda. . . . Grey has the ability, that no other colour has, to make the invisible visible.

When yellow lights struggle with blue shades in hairlike lines.

…early on Monday evening, when the sky was the color of a velvet ribbon falling over the hills.

Local color has a fatal tendency to remain local; but it is also true that the universal often borders on the void.

Perhaps, thought Nanny, little green Elphaba chose her own sex, and her own color, and to hell with her parents.

Hating people because of their color is wrong. And it doesn’t matter which color does the hating. It’s just plain wrong.

Do you know that I no longer see colors?”Jonas’s heart broke.

If you have to be the antagonist, you often have a lot more creative powers. You have a lot more color to you.

What a strange thing it is to wake up to a milk-white overcast June morning! The sun is hidden by a thick cotton blanket of clouds, and the air is vapor-filled and hazy with a...

The world is exploding in emerald, sage, and lusty chartreuse – neon green with so much yellow in it. It is an explosive green that, if one could watch it moment by moment throughout the...

If it’s transparent, how do you know what shape it is?” Good question. Well, for one thing, I put it together, and for another, I’m currently wearing it like body armor (though to the casual...

Race and sexual preferences are two different things. One is a behavior-related and preference-related and one is something inherently – skin color, something obvious, that kind of stuff.

Brush strokes write poetry harmonized through the cords of an artist’s imagination.Color, contrast, simple compassion splattered across paper leaves tainted with the melody of the silent wind.Gasping, grasping, simply glancing at the souls of those...

People think blood red, but blood don’t got no colour. Not when blood wash the floor she lying on as she scream for that son of a bitch to come, the lone baby of 1785....

There is no blue without yellow and without orange.