#color

***A SMALL THEORY*** People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and its ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#observation

When you photograph people in color, you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in Black and white, you photograph their souls! ↗

— Ted Grant

#color #photography #street-photography #photography

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

— Aberjhani

#dreams #faith #inspiration #inspirational #metaphysics

Black is modest and arrogant at the same time. Black is lazy and easy - but mysterious. But above all black says this: "I don’t bother you - don’t bother me". ↗

— Yohji Yamamoto

#fashion #fashion

Blue does not go with everything," Will told her. "It does not go with red, for instance." "I have a red and blue striped waistcoat," Henry interjected, reaching for the peas. "And if that isn't proof that those two colors should never be seen together under Heaven, I don't know what is. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#color

Apparently being a mermaid is dead dull. I watched The Little Mermaid with her once a few years ago—she thought it was freaking hilarious. She couldn’t stop laughing about the shell-bra thing, given that mermaids aren’t mammals. Plus, as she put it, Prince Eric was far too hairy and “peach colored” for her taste. I always thought he was pretty hot, but then again, I am a mammal. ↗

— Kiersten White

#mermaid #prince-eric #color

No, what he didn't like about heroes was that they were usually suicidally gloomy when sober and homicidally insane when drunk. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#color

Until a few days ago, humans had been little more than legend to him, and now here he was in their world. It was like stepping into the pages of a book -- a book alive with color and fragrance, filth and chaos -- and the blue-haired girl moved through it all like a fairy through a story, the light treating her differently than it did others, the air seemed to gather around her like held breath. As if this whole place was a story about her. ↗

— Laini Taylor

#light #story #color

You know the days when you get the mean reds? Paul Varjak: The mean reds. You mean like the blues? Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you’re getting fat, and maybe it’s been raining too long. You’re just sad, that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid, and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling? ↗

— Truman Capote

#color

The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit. ↗

— Scott Westerfeld

#color