#color

Concrete is, essentially, the color of bad weather. ↗

— William Hamilton

#bad weather #color #concrete #essentially #weather

You don't need missionaries in Colorado; you got Colorado. ↗

— Trey Parker

#got #missionaries #need #you

An optimist is a person who sees a green light everywhere, while a pessimist sees only the red stoplight... the truly wise person is colorblind. ↗

— Albert Schweitzer

#everywhere #green #green light #light #only

I shall never forget the despair and agony on the parents' faces on the awful day of the funeral when the 13 little children, victims not only of John D. Rockefeller, but of the government of the state of Colorado were buried. ↗

— Ella R. Bloor

#awful #buried #children #colorado #day

I literally integrated the small town of Libertyville, Illinois. I was the first person of color to reside within its borders. ↗

— Tom Morello

#color #first #i #illinois #integrated

I am a Colorado native, and, no, I did not vote for the anti-gay amendment or the same-sex marriage ban, and I am not a member of a militia. ↗

— Connie Willis

#amendment #ban #colorado #did #i

Emancipation came to the colored race in America as a war measure. It was an act of military necessity. Manifestly it would have come without war, in the slower process of humanitarian reform and social enlightenment. ↗

— Wendell Willkie

#america #came #colored #come #emancipation

When I hear Obama speak he just seems really sincere and he just seems like somebody who actually has his heart and his motivation in the right place. Forget about color or race or gender or whatever, he's got his heart in the right place. ↗

— Adam Yauch

#actually #color #forget #gender #got

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 applied that it might snap off and ruin someone's carpet, rather than realizing that you'd made color itself tactile. ↗

— Rosamund Lupton

#color #paint #art

Things could change, Gabe," Jonas went on. "Things could be different. I don't know how, but there must be some way for things to be different. There could be colors. And grandparents," he added, staring through the dimness toward the ceiling of his sleepingroom. "And everybody would have the memories." "You know the memories," he whispered, turning toward the crib. Garbriel's breathing was even and deep. Jonas liked having him there, though he felt guilty about the secret. Each night he gave memories to Gabriel: memories of boat rides and picnics in the sun; memories of soft rainfall against windowpanes; memories of dancing barefoot on a damp lawn. "Gabe?" The newchild stirred slightly in his sleep. Jonas looked over at him. "There could be love," Jonas whispered. ↗

— Lois Lowry

#gabriel #love #change