Feel alive. Splash a little color around.
Life is a Festival of colors.
My world was the size of a crayon box, and it took every colour to draw her
Why chase rainbows when you've already caught one?
One should be a painter. As a writer, I feel the beauty, which is almost entirely colour, very subtle, very changeable, running over my pen, as if you poured a large jug of champagne over a hairpin.
Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them
We had to forge an alliance of strength based not on colour but on commitment to the total abolition of apartheid and oppression; we would seek allies, of whatever colour, as long as they were totally agreed on our liberation aims.
Pure drawing is an abstraction. Drawing and colour are not distinct, everything in nature is coloured.
If anyone wants to abuse other people for whatever colour, race or creed they are, then it's just stupidness, isn't it?
In the studio, we adhere to a strict colour code. Developed over decades, the colour code consists of a finite and precise colour palate... The whole world as we experience it comes to us through the mystic realm of colour.
For one thing, I am still working as an adviser on fashion, design and colour and stuff.
I think the bottom of the totem pole is African-American women, or women of colour. I think they get the least opportunities in Hollywood.
I would love to work in a Bollywood film as there is so much drama and colour in the films there.
On the sets of the movie 'Manto,' I found that one of the challenges of embodying real-life stories is the mixed medium of facts and imagination, and how one's collage of experiences colour ones representation on celluloid.
The wise become as the unwise in the enchanted chambers of Power, whose lamps make every face the same colour.
Manouri is a Greek ewes' milk cheese that's light in colour and texture. It's fresh and milky, and goes well with other subtle flavours.
Poetry is not Irish or any other nationality; and when writers such as Messrs. Clarke, Farren and the late F. R. Higgins pursue Irishness as a poetic end, they are merely exploiting incidental local colour.
The mind of the painter must resemble a mirror, which always takes the colour of the object it reflects and is completely occupied by the images of as many objects as are in front of it.
Everything is expressed through relationship. Colour can exist only through other colours, dimension through other dimensions, position through other positions that oppose them. That is why I regard relationship as the principal thing.
There's many ways you communicate. With colour, texture, sound... Even words can communicate.