#colors

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

— Aberjhani

#dreams #faith #inspiration #inspirational #metaphysics

In this movement of colors I find the essence, which does not arise from a system, or an a priori theory. ↗

— Robert Delaunay

#colors #does #essence #find #i

Repertory theater is all about being part of the whole, one of the many colors in this vast palette. ↗

— Tom Hanks

#being #colors #many #palette #part

I don't want to imitate life in movies; I want to represent it. And in that representation, you use the colors you feel, and sometimes they are fake colors. But always it's to show one emotion. ↗

— Pedro Almodovar

#colors #emotion #fake #feel #i

I used this line to demonstrate how important colors are in movies: It's not a caprice. ↗

— Pedro Almodovar

#colors #demonstrate #how #i #important

I love sunglasses, I have all shapes and colors. ↗

— Alessandra Ambrosio

#i #i love #love #shapes #sunglasses

And as he spoke of understanding, I looked up and saw the rainbow leap with flames of many colors over me. ↗

— Black Elk

#flames #i #leap #looked #many

They were glued down, every last one of them. A packet of souls. Was it fate? Misfortune? Is that what glued them down like that? Of course not. Let's not be stupid. It probably had more to do with the hurled bombs, thrown down by humans hiding in the clouds. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#death

I kind of do the drawing with the painting in mind, but it's very hard to guess at a size or a color and all the colors around it and what it will really look like. ↗

— Roy Lichtenstein

#color #colors #drawing #guess #hard

Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.” (p.33) ↗

— Tim Willocks

#apple #asymmetry #atlantic #autumn #blind-man