The purest and most thoughtful minds are those which love colour the most.
Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing?
Life is about using the whole box of crayons.
Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.
And all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.
One should absorb the color of life.
Emotions are the color of life; we would be drab creatures indeed without them. But we must control these emotions or they will control us.
All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.
So different are the colors of life, as we look forward to the future, or backward to the past; and so different the opinions and sentiments which this contrariety of appearance naturally produces, that the conversation of the old and young ends generally with contempt or pity on either side.
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.
Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.
The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.
Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing.
If you want an interesting party sometime, combine cocktails and a fresh box of crayons for everyone.
Seek the strongest color effect possible... the content is of no importance.
Look to a day when people will not be judged by the color of their skin.
Red has been praised for its nobility of the color of life. But the true color of life is not red. Red is the color of violence, or of life broken open, edited, and published. Or if red is indeed the color of life, it is so only on condition that it is not seen. Once fully visible, red is the color of life violated, and in the act of betrayal and of waste.
I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation... so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type... I'm like, 'Hey girl, magenta!' and she's like, 'Oh, you mean purple!' and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, 'No - I want magenta!'
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