#colors

You're a Dark One," said Anton. "All you see in everything is evil, treachery, trickery." "All I do is not close my eyes to them," Edgar retorted. "And that's why I don't trust Zabulon. I distrust him almost as much as I do Gesar. I can even trust you more—you're just another unfortunate chess piece who happens by chance to be painted a different color from me. Does a white pawn hate a black one? No. Especially if the two pawns have their heads down together over a quiet beer or two." "You know," Anton said in a slightly surprised voice, "I just don't understand how you can carry on living if you see the world like that. I'd just go and hang myself." "So you don't have any counterarguments to offer?" Anton took a gulp of beer too. The wonderful thing about this natural Czech beer was that even if you drank lots of it, it still didn't make your head or your body feel heavy... Or was that an illusion? "Not a single one," Anton admitted. "Right now, this very moment, not a single one. But I'm sure you're wrong. It's just difficult to argue about the colors of the rainbow with a blind man. There's something missing in you... I don't know what exactly. But it's something very important, and without it you're more helpless than a blind man. ↗

— Sergei Lukyanenko

#camaraderie #colors #dark #evil #eyes

I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw. ↗

— Edvard Munch

#i #music #painted #picture #rhythm

Thank you for allowing me to use colors as rich and deep as you please. I had always wanted to do so, yet was never allowed because of the color capabilities of our lithographers. Now that I have done it, I don't think I'll ever go back. ↗

— Maxfield Parrish

#allowing #always #back #because #capabilities

The beggar wears all colors fearing none. ↗

— Charles Lamb

#colors #fearing #none #wears

The makeup is simply an extension of the personality and colors, clothing, makeup all express something. ↗

— Gene Simmons

#colors #express #extension #makeup #personality

The colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas. ↗

— Edvard Munch

#applied #been #canvas #colors #life

Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint. ↗

— Pablo Picasso

#explain #how #just #learn #never

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

Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death ↗

— Melissa de la Cruz

#symbolism #death

Any ground subtracts its own hue from the colors which it carries and therefore influences. ↗

— Josef Albers

#carries #colors #ground #hue #influences