#orange

Last comes the class of persons, of nervous organization and enfeebled vigour, whose sensual appetite craves highly seasoned dishes, men of a hectic, over-stimulated constitution. Their eyes almost invariably hanker after that most irritating and morbid of colours, with its artificial splendours and feverish acrid gleams,-orange. ↗

— Joris-Karl Huysmans

#men

Jenny’s admonition had the desired effect. Ned drew a deep breath and thrust his arm gingerly into the bag, his mouth puckered in distaste. The expression on his face flickered from queasy horror to confusion. From there, it flew headlong into outright bafflement. Shaking his head, he pulled his fist from the bag and turned his hand palm up. For a long moment, the two men stared at the offending lump. It was brightly colored. It was round. It was— “An orange?” Lord Blakely rubbed his forehead. “Not quite what I expected.” He scribbled another notation. “We live in enlightened times,” Jenny murmured. ↗

— Courtney Milan

#jenny #ned #orange #proof-by-seduction #men

During summer or charity games I'll wear my bright orange or green or turquoise ones and guys are always like, 'Why are your shoes so bright?' ↗

— James Harden

#bright #charity #during #games #green

From William of Orange to William Pitt the younger there was but one man without whom English history must have taken a different turn, and that was William Pitt the elder. ↗

— Albert Bushnell Hart

#elder #english #history #man #must

I squeeze oranges every morning to make juice. ↗

— Utada Hikaru

#i #juice #make #morning #oranges

I was so unhealthy. I used to go to 'Cold Stone Creamery,' get a tub of Butterfinger ice cream, and eat it all before bedtime. And my fingers were permanently stained orange from Cheetos. ↗

— Vanessa Hudgens

#before #cold #cream #eat #fingers

California is a fine place to live - if you happen to be an orange. ↗

— Fred Allen

#california #fine #happen #live #orange

California is a great place to live if you're an orange. ↗

— Fred Allen

#great #live #orange #place #you

Who wants an orange whip? Orange whip? Orange whip? Three orange whips. ↗

— John Candy

#three #wants #whip #whips #who

All over London as one walks, one everywhere, in the season, sees oranges to sell; and they are in general sold tolerably cheap, one and even sometimes two for a halfpenny; or, in our money, threepence. ↗

— Karl Philipp Moritz

#even #everywhere #general #london #money