Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine, but I don't even know what your favorite color is?
Chicago is not the most corrupt of cities. The state of New Jersey has a couple. Need we mention Nevada? Chicago, though, is the Big Daddy. Not more corrupt, just more theatrical, more colorful in its shadiness.
Eyes that are blind have no way to tell the loveliness of faces and features; eyes with no pupils have no way to tell the beauty of colored and embroidered silks.
People are like M&Ms. They come in a variety of colors, they're hard on the outside, and full of obscene yumminess on the inside.
...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...
...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...
... paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...
Vaya que soy egoísta. No sé quién diablos dijo que el amor hacía más lindas a las personas. A mi parecer, el Amor es un demonio con olor a rosas.
His eyes ignited into a color found only in the heart of the sun. ‘‘Yes?’’ ‘‘Yes, already. I’ll marry you. Yes. Hell, yes. What am I, stupid?
Choosing to be an artist . . . is choosing to mine deep caverns. It's like getting lost in the darkness and spending the rest of your life trying to find your way.
It was just like a dream. I could have ended up with an album that's not all that different from anything else coming out of Nashville. Mutt made the difference. He took these songs, my attitude, my creativity, and colored them in a way that is uniqu...
I've always been intrigued by color and by interesting hair. I was one of those weird little girls doing my own hair at the age of 9. I was, like, getting weird gels and new brushes and cornrow holders. I would tweak and perm at the age of 13.
Things like anatomy and drawing and design and color had pretty much been drop-kicked out of the curriculum in the '70s, when I was studying art, in favor of abstraction and minimalism.
Art brings a message into a room. It should make us perceive in a new way - either through color, form or narrative content - something we had not perceived before... and perhaps reveal something to you about yourself.
I have no real training in the history of fine art or furniture; my eye just works by proportions. I react intuitively. In London, it's all about color because the weather is so gray, and in that cold light they look beautiful.
Her hair was the color of coffee without cream, and she fell in love with me when I poured sugar on her. Probably.
We weren't so different, Finn and I. Cages come in lots of colors and shapes. Some are gilded, while others have a slamming door. But golden handcuffs are still handcuffs.
...his eyes were exactly the color of that gleaming golden-brown moss you see on stones under the clear water of running brooks.
Maybe what my sister wanted was to stay here and get married and have a family. Maybe that was her color of extraordinary.
Men's desire - it stopped for nothing. Even then,even when I was stained the lurid color of waste -- even then someone wanted me.
It’s so lame. Of all the colors in the rainbow we could have gotten, we get purple. Why don’t we just morph into purple dinosaurs named Barney instead of werewolves, too?
