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Quotations about Color
Welcome to my page of quotes about color. See also: Crayons, Blue, Brown, Gray, Green, Orange, Pink, Purple, Red, Yellow, Color of Words, Color of Voices —ღ Terri
Colour is my day-long obsession, joy and torment. ~Claude Monet
[C]olor is an infinite thing... ~F. Schuyler Mathews, "Comparative Colors and their Relation to Flowers," 1894
But men are so serious. Why? Why violence? Why hatred? Why war? If people want to make war, they should make a colour war, and paint each others city up during the night in pinks and greens. ~Yoko Ono
Wherever men are noble, they love bright colour; and wherever they can live healthily, bright colour is given them — in sky, sea, flowers, and living creatures. ~John Ruskin (1819–1900), Proserpina: Studies of Wayside Flowers, While the Air Was Yet Pure Among the Alps, and in the Scotland and England which My Father Knew, “The Flower,” 1874
...various shades of pink, rose, and salmon... scarlet, crimson, and maroon... yellow, apricot, maize, and lavender.... buff, blush, orange, silvery grey, deep pink, purple, white, heliotrope, terra-cotta... ~T.H. Cook, James Douglas, & J.F. McLeod, Carnations & Pinks, 1911 [colors of flowers —tg]
Purple is the soul-lifter
Red, the flame of passion
Yellow, the light of warmth
Green, vibrant stem of life
Pink, a whisper of beauty
Orange beckons, take a chance
Blue is the sea tide in us all
Red is passion-lit, orange is flowerageous, yellow is suntastic, pink is lipsensual, green is lifebursting, blue is skyful, purple is berrydancing, gray is cloudrainy. ~Terri Guillemets, "Love colours," 2011
A colour, no doubt, is a trifle in itself, and only has its full value when it is in contrast or harmony with other colours.... each colour has an expression and a character peculiar to itself, and each is enlivened as it approaches its lightest shade by its mixture with white, just as it is saddened and perishes as it approaches its darkest shade by its mixture with black. ~Auguste Alexandre Philippe Charles Blanc (1813–1882), Art in Ornament and Dress / L'Art dans la Parure et dans le Vêtement, "Personal Adornment: Colours and Their Expression," 1875, translated from French
In fact, why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? ~Pablo Picasso
Flowers and flames. And colour... The last mad throb of red just as it turns green, the ultimate shriek of orange calling upon all the blues of heaven for relief or for support; these Georgia O'Keeffe is able to use. In her canvases each colour almost regains the fun it must have felt, within itself, on forming the first rain‑bow. ~Charles Demuth (1883–1935), letter to Alfred Stieglitz, 1926 December 26th [So cute! — he referred to her elsewhere as G'Keeffe. —tεᖇᖇ¡·g]
Among these kinds of beauty the eye takes most delight in colours. ~Joseph Addison, The Spectator, June 23rd 1712 (Nº 412) [Quoted Addison by Maturin M. Ballou, 1886: "In the recognition of beauty the eye takes the most delight in color." —tεᖇᖇ¡·g]
What could be more lovely than a winter night such as this, when the moon shines out of a cloudless sky upon the glittering, fresh-fallen snow? Beauty without colour seems somehow to belong to another world. ~Murasaki Shikibu (c.978–c.1014), The Tale of Genji: A Wreath of Cloud, translated from the Japanese by Arthur Waley, 1927
My skin is kind of sort of brownish
Pinkish yellowish white.
My eyes are greyish blueish green,
But I'm told they look orange in the night.
My hair is reddish blondish brown,
But it's silver when it's wet.
And all the colors I am inside
Have not been invented yet.
~Shel Silverstein, "Colors"
We have no reliable nomenclature of color tones, and we resort to nature at once for a color name which scientifically does not exist; as, for instance, peacock blue, cherry red, sulphur yellow, sea green, crushed raspberry, and old gold. ~F. Schuyler Mathews, "Comparative Colors and their Relation to Flowers," 1894
One of the strongest elements of beauty in Nature is her colors. ~F. Schuyler Mathews, "Comparative Colors and their Relation to Flowers," 1894
I walked along a street at dawn in cold, grey light...
The lamps were fading, and the sky was streaked rose-red...
The golden trees were calling me: "Come! Come! Come!"
The trees were fresh with daylight, and I heard bees hum.
A cart trailed slowly down the street, its load young greens,
They sparkled like blown emeralds... London's upthrust spires
All tipped with gold and shining in the brisk, blue air...
~Amy Lowell, "Coq d'Or," Pictures of the Floating World, 1919
Earth's favorite color is Spring,
Spring's best-loved color is green,
and green himself loves to party
with yellow, red, orange, and pink.
~Terri Guillemets, "Parti-colored," 2008
[V]ariety of climate should always go with stability of abode.... an Englishman's house is not only his castle; it is his fairy castle. Clouds and colours of every varied dawn and eve are perpetually touching and turning it from clay to gold, or from gold to ivory. There is a line of woodland beyond a corner of my garden which is literally different on every one of the three hundred and sixty-five days. Sometimes it seems as near as a hedge, and sometimes as far as a faint and fiery evening cloud. ~G.K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions, "The Glory of Grey"
Fancy lays down her pencil here:
Her palettes, bright with mortal hues,
To yield immortal tints refuse:
And those who know Truth's glorious face,
Need not an artist's hand to trace
Her beauty, as she rose in light...
~James Hamilton, "The Shipwreck of St. Paul," c.1856
I will have me a symphony of coloring. I will enmesh me in the noon sun's gold and wind about me the moonlight's silver sheen. I will dream in a gown made of the haze of a summer evening twilight, and I will have robe on robe of the sky's deep blue, and I will line them with clouds of ermine, and from their trailing folds red stars will gleam. I will pluck the green from the treetops, where wild birds nest and sing, and in the weaving I will ensnare a song. And when Sorrow is my guest, I will wear a gown made of the cold, gray mist. ~Muriel Strode (1875–1964), My Little Book of Prayer, 1904 [a little altered —tεᖇᖇ¡·g]
Original post date 2009 Apr 29
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