Have I added to their building blocks, shoring them up with strength and their own magnificence? Have I shown them enough color? Did I let them have enough ice cream and leave them alone enough without my anxieties? How can we know which is the right...
Go to American Apparel; they have all of the colors of socks.
Colors are the smiles of nature.
Music is all of a sudden much more colorful.
It's incredibly hard out there for women of color.
I smiled and looked at her- there she was with such a genuine grin and twinkle in her eyes. I kissed my mother on her forehead and took a long look in to her hazel eyes. I wondered when I would have the next chance to see her as I whispered, 'I love ...
Hair the color of lemons,'" Rudy read. His fingers touched the words. "You told him about me?" At first, Liesel could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she ...
Do you know what I see in you now? The usual aura. A steady golden yellow, healthy and strong, with spikes of purple here and there. But when I do this. . . .” He rested a hand on my hip, and my whole body tensed up. That hand moved around my hip, ...
I settled on the floor and whispered to Sam, “I want you to listen to me, if you can.” I leaned the side of my face against his ruff and remembered the golden wood he had shown me so long ago. I remembered the way the yellow leaves, the color of ...
The beautiful you is not the color of your skin Or the texture of your hair. The beautiful you is not how tall or short you are The beautiful you is not rather you’re skinny or overweight by society standards The beautiful you is not the degrees yo...
Beneath the skin of everything is something nobody can know.
I've got Democratic skin, but a Republican pocket.
It's good to have to put yourself in someone else's skin. It's all-consuming.
After 'Skins' I became mildly famous, which was a bit of a disaster.
As I get older, I'm more comfortable in my skin.
Eric: Okay's a relative term.
The colour of the skin is in no way connected with strength of the mind or intellectual powers.
As I begin to recognise that the Negro is the symbol of sin, I catch myself hating the Negro. But then I recognise that I am a Negro. There are two ways out of this conflict. Either I ask others to pay no attention to my skin, or else I want them to ...
Black is not a color.
Color is an intense experience on its own.
I have led a pretty colorful life.
