The faster you search for a new partner, the faster you will get over your break-up blues…. Love is nothing more than an illusion.
Suddenly, I saw ocean again—then another horizon line—but this time the deep blue sky was on the wrong side of the line…the Holy crap, we’re upside down side.
For those who sense and comprehend, They know that heaven is at hand; The river blue which stream and stream, It has the pictures of my dream.
Sometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes, every once in a while, you wake up in someone else's dream.
My love is colorful, like a rainbow that’s only shades of blue. Monochromatic for monoamor.
Each person leaves a legacy -- a single, small piece of herself, which makes richer each individual life and the collective life of humanity as a whole.
The bright blue sky remained cloudless, and the aquamarine ocean still crashed gently onto the white sand beach, but the scene was suddenly warped. Twisted, as I processed Thad's words.
In this country, don’t forget, a habit is no damn private hell. There’s no solitary confinement outside of jail. A habit is hell for those you love. And in this country it’s the worst kind of hell for those who love you.
Every man should stand under the blue and stars, under the infinite flag of nature, the peer of every other man.
It was strange walking through the empty apartment. My battered purple room was gone, Brittany’s bruised blue was gone. Two coats covered everything. It was like none of it had ever happened.
I see again my schoolroom in Vyra, the blue roses of the wallpaper, the open window.… Everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die.
Because I could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with his sky-blue mouth as he passed.
Blue was a fanciful, but sensible thing. Like a platypus, or one of those sandwiches that had been cut into circles for a fancy tea party.
Am I worried about the future? I don't know. When I think of the word it's like seeing a cavity, a space where a tooth used to be.
Shame isn't a quiet grey cloud, shame is a drowning man who claws his way on top of you, scratching and tearing your skin, pushing you under the surface.
Once they know they've got a hold of your shame, they can shake it out and hold it up for the all world to see. And you become less than it. You become something disgusting.
I like color commentators. Especially red, white, and blue color commentators. As an American I sometimes feel so patriotic I feel British.
I don’t have a blue-collar job. It’s more of a green collar, because of all the yellow sweat stains mixing in.
...and so many colors I will have seen... the menacing greys and pine greens the soft pink and purples of spring and summer blue and so many others without you.
It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.
It would be altogether simpler if the rugged man before her wore gray, but instead he would be handsomely attired in Union blue.
