#color

The only color I judge people by is the color of their teeth. ↗

— Ziad K Abdelnour

#judgement #age

...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ... ↗

— John Geddes

#innocence #light #love #poetry #soul

Love has a shape, but no color. You’re probably wondering, “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 observer, I appear naked).
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— Jarod Kintz

#body #color #love #naked #nonsense

and she laughed and she cried and she tried to taunt him ↗

— Stevie Nicks

#money

When you want to make the main color pure and bright, don't just keep adding bright colors on it. Just make the colors around the spot darker and dull. It will give the scene dramatical effects. I think the life is the same. ↗

— Hiroko Sakai

#artist #color #life #painting #art

White for Shadowhunters is the color of funerals," Luke explained. “ But for mundanes, Jace, it’ s the color of weddings. Brides wear white to symbolize their purity.” “I thought Jocelyn said her dress wasn’t white,” Simon said. “Well,” said Jace, “I suppose that ship has sailed.” Luke choked on his coffee. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-lightwood #luke-garroway #symbolism #city

It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it has pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ice. As you may expect, someone has died. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#death #white #world #death

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

— Markus Zusak

#color #death #forever #hair #lemon

...these vignettes I sketch for you - what are they? watercolors ..yes and dreams blurred with tears ... ↗

— John Geddes

#love-loss #poetry #sketches #tears #vignettes

I dreamt of turrets and craggy ledges where the windswept rain blew in from the ocean with the odor of violets. A pale woman in Elizabethan dress stood beside my bed and whispered in my ear that the bells would ring. An old salt in an oilcloth jacket sat atop a piling, mending nets with an awl, while far out at sea a tiny aeroplane winged its way towards the setting sun. ↗

— Alan Bradley

#dream #ocean #sea #dreams