#color

I am just learning to notice the different colors of the stars, and already begin to have a new enjoyment. ↗

— Maria Mitchell

#am #begin #colors #different #different colors

Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment. ↗

— Claude Monet

#joy #obsession #torment

Those differences are what color the performance, but in the movies you don't get a chance to rehearse. ↗

— Wayne Rogers

#color #differences #get #movies #performance

I said, 'Ooh, Dad, I want the yellow ones.' He said, 'Where?' I said, 'Right there, Dad. I want the yellow ones.' Everybody goes, 'Those are green'. That's how I knew I was colorblind. ↗

— Michael Rosenbaum

#dad #everybody #goes #green #how

My own perception of that is somewhat colored by where people ask my advice, which is still, of course, about changes to Python internals or at least standard libraries. ↗

— Guido van Rossum

#advice #ask #changes #colored #course

If you want to play it safe, mix a lot of colors in the same tone and that is such an easy way to feel modern and feel a little confident. ↗

— Rachel Roy

#confident #easy #easy way #feel #little

I'm passionately involved in life: I love its change, its color, its movement. To be alive, to be able to see, to walk, to have houses, music, paintings - it's all a miracle. ↗

— Arthur Rubinstein

#alive #change #color #houses #i

And then, just when I know I can live content without Shug, just when Mr. ___ done ast me to marry him again, this time in the spirit as well as in the flesh, and just after I say, Naw, I still don't like frogs, but let's us be friends, Shug write me she's coming home. Now. Is this life or not? *I be so calm.* If she come, I be happy. If she don't I be content. And then I figure this the lesson I was suppose to learn. ↗

— Alice Walker

#sense-of-self #the-color-purple #home

Learn from your past and shut the door behind to live in present.Our past is just like a dry rose which was once a rose with all colors of life, with sweet fragrance, with soft petal, with thorns but now it is left with only thorns which could still hurt. ↗

— ideaswar

#dry-rose #hurt #past #present #rose

Contrasts The windows of my poetry are wide open on the boulevards and in the shop windows Shine The precious stones of light Listen to the violins of the limousines and the xylophones of the linotypes The sketcher washes with the hand-towel of the sky All is color spots And the hats of the women passing by are comets in the conflagration of the evening Unity There's no more unity All the clocks now read midnight after being set back ten minutes There's no more time. There's no more money. In the Chamber They are spoiling the marvelous elements of raw material ("Contrasts") ↗

— Blaise Cendrars

#clocks #color #colors #light #money