The world shrinking down about a raw core of parsible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colors. The names of birds. Things to eat. Finally the name of things one believed to be true. More fragile than he would have thought. How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality. Drawing down like something trying to preserve heat. In time to wink out forever.
I will go down with my colors flying.
I wasn't a ballet baby. My first dance class was in an outdoor pavilion when I was three. It was called 'creative movement. ' The teacher gave us chiffon scarves in beautiful colors. She turned on some music and said, 'Now go dance. ' So for me, dance has always been about self-expression.
Passion colors all that it touches in its own hues.
A good woman comes in all shapes and colors. When you find her, adore her.
Black and white is how it should be, but shades of grey are the colors I see.
The little may contrast with the great, in painting, but cannot be said to be contrary to it. Oppositions of colors contrast; but there are also colors contrary to each other, that is, which produce an ill effect because they shock the eye when brought very near it.
Every perception of color is an illusion, we do not see colors as they really are. In our perception they alter one another.
Paul Klee seems to handle colors and dreams as if they both came out of a box of children's toys. He plays and dreams with whatever he finds.
When I am in a relationship, I don’t wear lipstick at all. I hate the smearing, the retouching, the constant throb of phoniness as you surreptitiously check the damage in your compact between kisses. I wear lots of mascara to compensate, different colors so I don’t get bored. When I am about to break up with a guy, he has full warning because I start wearing lipstick again.
You might be a redneck if. . . you think that John Deere Green, Ford Blue, and Primer Gray are the three of the primary colors.
Beneath the armor of skinandboneandmind most of our colors are amazingly the same.
Twilight is about getting older and relationships - not about a murder mystery. It's about love when you reach a certain age; nothing is in primary colors.
Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment. To such an extent indeed that one day, finding myself at the deathbed of a woman who had been and still was very dear to me, I caught myself in the act of focusing on her temples and automatically analyzing the succession of appropriately graded colors which death was imposing on her motionless face.
I am at the Continental Divide with the astral beings. They're most beautiful. They're most luminous. They have many shapes and sometimes their shape changes constantly, All kinds of colors.
Yet for better or worse we love things that bear the marks of grime, soot, and weather, and we love the colors and the sheen that call to mind the past that made them.
All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.
Strive for simplicity! Don't have the face a checkerboard of tints! Use such colors as nature uses, but not try to keep them distinct! Your work may be called monotonous, but one tone is better than many which do not harmonize.
But I have learned over the years that all I can do is reach for something difficult - try to get the colors right and the negative space, the angle of the light. And if a few people can see it, that has to be enough.
Nobody in Big Bang receives vocal lessons anymore. We're impossible to teach because we already have very distinctive colors.