#tint

The more gifted and talkative one's characters are, the greater the chances of their resembling the author in tone or tint of mind. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#chances #characters #gifted #greater #mind

My most lucrative job in college was a stint as the regional Dodge Girl. ↗

— Jessica Savitch

#dodge #girl #job #lucrative #most

It may be prodigious, but it's all Greek to me! ↗

— Hergé

#funny #humor #tintin #funny

With the brush we merely tint, while the imagination alone produces colour. ↗

— Theodore Gericault

#brush #colour #imagination #merely #produces

You must try to match your colors as nearly as you can to those you see before you, and you must study the effects of light and shade on nature's own hues and tints. ↗

— William Merritt Chase

#colors #effects #hues #light #match

Men should be judged not by their tint of skin, the gods they serve, the vintage they drink, nor by the way they fight, or love, or sin, but by the quality of the thought they think. ↗

— Adela Florence Nicolson

#fight #gods #judged #love #men

The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#tintern-abbey #life

There were stalls nestled around the castle the way the lights were, not in rows but in odd spots, as if the stalls had grown there or alighted on random places like birds. There was one stall with ringing chimes that was set halfway up a ruined wall, so the customers had to climb sliding pieces of slate to get to it. There were more stalls set in the grassy hollows among the stones and nestled into the corners of the walls. One woman had actually turned a ruined wall into her stall, brightly colored jars arranged on the jagged, protruding shards of stone. All through the fragments of a lost castle lit by magic moved the people of the Goblin Market. There was a man hanging up knives alongside wind chimes, which made dangerous and beautiful music as they rang together in the sea breeze. There was a boy who looked about twelve stirring something in a cauldron with a rich-smelling cloud handing over it, and bark cups ranged along his stall. ↗

— Sarah Rees Brennan

#ruins #tintagel-castle #beauty