One sits more comfortably on a colour that one likes.
I love most things in my life. I feel it's important to try and live life through adventure, colour and love.
Golden is a surface colour.
The moon puts on an elegant show, different every time in shape, colour and nuance.
Broken crayons still colour the same
I am the colour red, in a world of black and white and if you value your ability to breathe. . . Don't get too close.
I'm definitely not gonna make a joke about separating the whites and colours, so don't try to make me. So instead, I'll just say something like “BOOGABOOGABOOGADOBLUH I'M A PERSON BLUHBLUHBLGUHGHGGHGH”. That appeals to everybody.
It almost always happens that true, but exaggerated, coloring is more agreeable than absolute coloring.
Use the worst colour you can find in each place - it usually is the best.
Not only does a journey transport us over enormous distances, it also causes us to move a few degrees up or down in the social scale. It displaces us physically and also for better or for worse takes us out of our class context, so that the colour and flavour of certain places cannot be dissociated from the always unexpected social level on which we find ourselves in experiencing them.
Grey is a colour that always seems on the eve of changing to some other colour.
We colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.
Political disagreements have the colour and fragrance that normally is seen and felt in a political bouquet, while remaining united on one issue that democracy is the future of Pakistan.
Know and watch your heart. It's pure but emotions come to colour it.
Red protects itself. No colour is as territorial. It stakes a claim, is on the alert against the spectrum.
In times of violence, personal predilections for niceties of colour and form seem irrelevant. All primitive expression (like the myths) reveals the constant awareness of powerful forces, the immediate presence of terror and fear.
Color is the fruit of life.
For me, in those days, the great question was: Does God exist? Or doesn't God exist? Can we, by an attitude of faith, attain to a sense of community and a better world? Or, if God doesn't exist, what do we do then? What does our world look like then? In none of this was there the least political colour.