#col

Eve hugged her, hard. “It’s beautiful,” she said. “What happened to the old frosting?” Shane, sitting at the table, raised his hand. “Took one for the team.” “Jesus, you ate it? All of it?” “Nah.” He held up the bowl that was sitting in front of him. There was still about half a cup left. “Couldn’t finish it all.” Eve blinked and looked at Claire, who shrugged and said, “I always thought he was sweet. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#eve-rosser #morganville-vampires #shane-collins #beauty

Yes, sir, a patrol car came and took me down to a station where they were trying to develop films, but they hadn't got the facilities to develop colored film. ↗

— Abraham Zapruder

#car #colored #develop #down #facilities

The beauty and mystery of this world only emerges through affection, attention, interest and compassion . . . open your eyes wide and actually see this world by attending to its colors, details and irony. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#attention #beauty #color #compassion #detail

It's strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling, how a single event can mean something different to everyone present. ↗

— Lisa Unger

#recollection #beauty

He was golden and beautiful as a sunset. ↗

— Anita Diamant

#color #love #beauty

Pink is a beautiful color, because it is one of the colors that the sun makes at twilight and in the dawns. ↗

— C. JoyBell C.

#pink #the-color-pink #the-sun #twilight #beauty

At midnight on July 1, 1997, Hongkong, the British Crown Colony, will be restored to China. This is not only an event which will be celebrated by patriotic Chinese; any patriotic American should celebrate it as well. ↗

— Robert Trout

#any #british #celebrate #celebrated #china

He was like a shattered stained-glass window: something beautiful that's broken; a million colours fallen on the ground where no light can get through. ↗

— Glenda Millard

#colours #light #stained-glass #beauty

How do you know, when you think blue — when you say blue — that you are talking about the same blue as anyone else? You cannot get a grip on blue. Blue is the sky, the sea, a god’s eye, a devil’s tail, a birth, a strangulation, a virgin’s cloak, a monkey’s ass. It’s a butterfly, a bird, a spicy joke, the saddest song, the brightest day. Blue is sly, slick, it slides into the room sideways, a slippery trickster. This is a story about the color blue, and like blue, there’s nothing true about it. Blue is beauty, not truth. ‘True blue’ is a ruse, a rhyme; it’s there, then it’s not. Blue is a deeply sneaky color. ↗

— Christopher Moore

#color #art

The problem of direct colour photography has been facing us since the turn of the last century. ↗

— Gabriel Lippmann

#century #colour #direct #facing #last