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Quotations on Crayons, Coloring, Colors,
Colored Pencils, Coloring Books, etc.

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Welcome! I've had a shoebox full of crayons and have loved to color since I was a little girl, and I still do — yes, now, even into my 40s! I put together this page about crayons, colored pencils, and coloring years ago, but now the craziest thing has happened — a trend in adult coloring books. Personally, I still prefer the little kiddie ones, or to simply draw my own wild creations, but it's cool that people are taking the time to add a little creativity into their lives. Grab your favorite colors and de‑stress! In addition to the below, you may also be interested in these quotes about specific colors: Blue, Brown, Gray, Green, Orange, Pink, Purple, Red, Yellow  —ღ Terri, October 2015

Give crayons. Adults are disturbingly impoverished of these magical dream sticks. ~Dr. SunWolf, @WordWhispers, tweet, 2009,

Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a coloured pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling. ~G.K. Chesterton, "On Lying in Bed," Tremendous Trifles, 1909

Coloring outside the lines is a fine art. ~Kim Nance

...oleaginous sticks of pleasure... ~Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten, 1986  [describing Crayola® crayons —tg]

A box of new crayons! Now they're all pointy. Lined up in order. Bright and perfect! Soon they'll be a bunch of ground-down, rounded indistinguishable stumps, missing their wrappers and smudged with other colors. Sometimes life seems unbearably tragic. ~Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes, 1995

If you're ever in a jam, a crayon scrunched up under your nose makes a good pretend mustache. ~"Phil's-osophy" by Phil Dunphy, Modern Family, "Schooled," 2012, written by Steven Levitan and Dan O'Shannon  [S4, E2]

After eating a very big piece of cake, Desdemona decides she needs some quiet time. She will make magic with color. ~Patty Gannon, Desdemona and the Eggs, 2011  [By the by, in case you were wondering, it's extra-rich double dark chocolate cake! —tεᖇᖇ¡·g]

I'm protesting adulthood—
in my blanket fort, coloring.
~Internet meme, c.2013

Color affects us. Everyone should have a paintbox and a large box of crayons. ~Dr. SunWolf, @WordWhispers, tweet, 2015,

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

If you want an interesting adult party sometime, combine cocktails and a fresh box of Crayolas for everybody. ~Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten, 1986

Never invest in any idea you can't illustrate with a crayon. ~Peter Lynch

Life is about using the whole box of crayons. ~RuPaul, unverified

Actually... all education is self-education. A teacher is only a guide, to point out the way, and no school, no matter how excellent, can give you an education... What you receive is like the outlines in a child's coloring book. You must fill in the colors yourself. ~Louis L'Amour, The Lonesome Gods, 1983

Artists are just children who refuse to put down their crayons. ~Al Hirschfeld, unverified

Life lesson from the nursery: Broken crayons can still color. ~Author unknown

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

Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A Beauty Bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air — explode softly — and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth — boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either — not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination. ~Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten, 1986

The handwriting on the wall means the grandchildren found the crayons. ~Author unknown

I love crayons — especially new crayons with no broken tips. I love how they smell — and how smooth they feel between my fingers. I love imagining what marvelous pictures the crayons will create. But what I love most of all are the colors — so many colors. ~Mary Wince

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  [Awesome how well this applies to our modern “eat the rainbow” concept for fruits & veggies! —tεᖇᖇ¡·g]

Biographical Sketch, In Fugitive Crayons, of Horace Walpole, Earl of Orford  ~John Pinkerton, 1799

My childhood smells like a box of Crayola crayons. ~Terri Guillemets

I've never liked crayons very much. They just don't have any flavor at all. ~Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes, 1988  [Calvin —tg]

...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]

Crayons today are more widely used in elementary art programs than any other medium. Indeed, they have become such an accepted part of the classroom scene in the last fifty years that most students are unaware of the part crayons have played in the history of art beginning centuries ago. The was crayon has a distinguished history of use by great artists from Phidias to Picasso, and, today, crayons just like the ones children color with in schools are being used by artists in the fine art and commercial fields in ever increasing numbers. The use of wax as an artist's material goes back to the golden age of Greek art... Sometime during the fifteenth century, artists began to mold pigments and binders into colored sticks or "crayons." ~Reynolds Girdler, Jr., "Crayons in the History of the Arts," Art Education, January 1967

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
~Terri Guillemets

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

[T]he colored pencil. The day we received our first full box of assorted colors we felt grown-up, the passage from baby status to childhood was complete. The broken wax crayon stubbles were immediately thrown out to make way for the more elegant and "mature" pencils. ~Bernard Aimé Poulin (b.1945), The Complete Colored Pencil Book, 2011

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 realiable 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

Picasso is an artist, dear. Artists can color the sky red because they know it's blue. Those of us who aren't artists must color things the way they really are or people might think we're stupid. ~Jules Feiffer, Crawling Arnold, 1961

Hey Duncan. It's me, Red Crayon. We need to talk. You make me work harder than any of your other crayons. All year long I wear myself out coloring fire engines, apples, strawberries and everything else that's red. I even work on holidays! I have to color all the Santas at Christmas and all the hearts on Valentine's day! I need a rest! ~Drew Daywalt, The Day the Crayons Quit, 2013 sepia coffee in a wisteria flowered mug, dandelion sunshine spilling through the periwinkle sky... ~Terri Guillemets, "Crayons & caffeine," 2009

I can tell it's probably not going to be much of a productive day when I spend ten minutes over morning coffee trying to match each color of the sunrise to its corresponding crayon. ~Terri Guillemets, "Carnation pink & atomic tangerine," 2016

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

[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"

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]

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