| Color Name | Color | Color Code |
|---|---|---|
| black | #000000 | |
| white | #ffffff | |
| GhostWhite | #dcdcdc | |
| whiteSmoke | #f5f5f5 | |
| Gold | Gold | |
| #262626 | #262626 | |
| #333333 | #333333 | |
| #eeeeee | #eeeeee | |
| #fffeee | #fffeee | |
| LightSalmon | LightSalmon | |
| MediumPurple | MediumPurple | |
| MediumVioletRed | MediumVioletRed | |
| MistyRose | MistyRose | |
| green | green | |
| #4f4f4f | #4f4f4f | |
| #595959 | #595959 | |
| #777777 | #777777 | |
| #818181 | #818181 | |
| #ADADAD | #ADADAD | |
| #bfff00 | #bfff00 | |
| #cce6ff | #cce6ff | |
| #ff9933 | #ff9933 | |
| LightGreen | LightGreen | |
| Lightgrey | Lightgrey | |
| Magenta | Magenta | |
| Silver | Silver | |
| Yellow | Yellow | |
| beige | beige | |
| darkgrey | darkgrey | |
| lightblue | lightblue | |
| #dddddd | #dddddd | |
Color Name Color Color Code AliceBlue #f0f8ff AntiqueWhite #faebd7 AntiqueWhite1 #ffefdb AntiqueWhite2 #eedfcc AntiqueWhite3 #cdc0b0 AntiqueWhite4 #8b8378 aquamarine1 #7fffd4 aquamarine2 #76eec6 aquamarine4 #458b74 azure1 #f0ffff azure2 #e0eeee azure3 #c1cdcd azure4 #838b8b beige #f5f5dc bisque1 #ffe4c4 bisque2 #eed5b7 bisque3 #cdb79e bisque4 #8b7d6b black #000000 BlanchedAlmond #ffebcd blue1 #0000ff blue2 #0000ee blue4 #00008b BlueViolet #8a2be2 brown #a52a2a brown1 #ff4040 brown2 #ee3b3b brown3 #cd3333 brown4 #8b2323 burlywood #deb887 burlywood1 #ffd39b burlywood2 #eec591 burlywood3 #cdaa7d burlywood4 #8b7355 CadetBlue #5f9ea0 CadetBlue1 #98f5ff CadetBlue2 #8ee5ee CadetBlue3 #7ac5cd CadetBlue4 #53868b chartreuse1 #7fff00 chartreuse2 #76ee00 chartreuse3 #66cd00 chartreuse4 #458b00 chocolate #d2691e chocolate1 #ff7f24 chocolate2 #ee7621 chocolate3 #cd661d coral #ff7f50 coral1 #ff7256 coral2 #ee6a50 coral3 #cd5b45 coral4 #8b3e2f CornflowerBlue #6495ed cornsilk1 #fff8dc cornsilk2 #eee8cd cornsilk3 #cdc8b1 cornsilk4 #8b8878 cyan1 #00ffff cyan2 #00eeee cyan3 #00cdcd cyan4 #008b8b DarkGoldenrod #b8860b DarkGoldenrod1 #ffb90f DarkGoldenrod2 #eead0e DarkGoldenrod3 #cd950c DarkGoldenrod4 #8b6508 DarkGreen #006400 DarkKhaki #bdb76b DarkOliveGreen #556b2f DarkOliveGreen1 #caff70 DarkOliveGreen2 #bcee68 DarkOliveGreen3 #a2cd5a DarkOliveGreen4 #6e8b3d DarkOrange #ff8c00 DarkOrange1 #ff7f00 DarkOrange2 #ee7600 DarkOrange3 #cd6600 DarkOrange4 #8b4500 DarkOrchid #9932cc DarkOrchid1 #bf3eff DarkOrchid2 #b23aee DarkOrchid3 #9a32cd DarkOrchid4 #68228b DarkSalmon #e9967a DarkSeaGreen #8fbc8f DarkSeaGreen1 #c1ffc1 DarkSeaGreen2 #b4eeb4 DarkSeaGreen3 #9bcd9b DarkSeaGreen4 #698b69 DarkSlateBlue #483d8b DarkSlateGray #2f4f4f DarkSlateGray1 #97ffff DarkSlateGray2 #8deeee DarkSlateGray3 #79cdcd DarkSlateGray4 #528b8b DarkTurquoise #00ced1 DarkViolet #9400d3 DeepPink1 #ff1493 DeepPink2 #ee1289 DeepPink3 #cd1076 DeepPink4 #8b0a50 DeepSkyBlue1 #00bfff DeepSkyBlue2 #00b2ee DeepSkyBlue3 #009acd DeepSkyBlue4 #00688b DimGray #696969 DodgerBlue1 #1e90ff DodgerBlue2 #1c86ee DodgerBlue3 #1874cd DodgerBlue4 #104e8b firebrick #b22222 firebrick1 #ff3030 firebrick2 #ee2c2c firebrick3 #cd2626 firebrick4 #8b1a1a FloralWhite #fffaf0 ForestGreen #228b22 gainsboro #dcdcdc GhostWhite #f8f8ff gold1 #ffd700 gold2 #eec900 gold3 #cdad00 gold4 #8b7500 goldenrod #daa520 goldenrod1 #ffc125 goldenrod2 #eeb422 goldenrod3 #cd9b1d goldenrod4 #8b6914 gray #bebebe gray1 #030303 gray10 #1a1a1a gray11 #1c1c1c gray12 #1f1f1f gray13 #212121 gray14 #242424 gray15 #262626 gray16 #292929 gray17 #2b2b2b gray18 #2e2e2e gray19 #303030 gray2 #050505 gray20 #333333 gray21 #363636 gray22 #383838 gray23 #3b3b3b gray24 #3d3d3d gray25 #404040 gray26 #424242 gray27 #454545 gray28 #474747 gray29 #4a4a4a gray3 #080808 gray30 #4d4d4d gray31 #4f4f4f gray32 #525252 gray33 #545454 gray34 #575757 gray35 #595959 gray36 #5c5c5c gray37 #5e5e5e gray38 #616161 gray39 #636363 gray4 #0a0a0a gray40 #666666 gray41 #696969 gray42 #6b6b6b gray43 #6e6e6e gray44 #707070 gray45 #737373 gray46 #757575 gray47 #787878 gray48 #7a7a7a gray49 #7d7d7d gray5 #0d0d0d gray50 #7f7f7f gray51 #828282 gray52 #858585 gray53 #878787 gray54 #8a8a8a gray55 #8c8c8c gray56 #8f8f8f gray57 #919191 gray58 #949494 gray59 #969696 gray6 #0f0f0f gray60 #999999 gray61 #9c9c9c gray62 #9e9e9e gray63 #a1a1a1 gray64 #a3a3a3 gray65 #a6a6a6 gray66 #a8a8a8 gray67 #ababab gray68 #adadad gray69 #b0b0b0 gray7 #121212 gray70 #b3b3b3 gray71 #b5b5b5 gray72 #b8b8b8 gray73 #bababa gray74 #bdbdbd gray75 #bfbfbf gray76 #c2c2c2 gray77 #c4c4c4 gray78 #c7c7c7 gray79 #c9c9c9 gray8 #141414 gray80 #cccccc gray81 #cfcfcf gray82 #d1d1d1 gray83 #d4d4d4 gray84 #d6d6d6 gray85 #d9d9d9 gray86 #dbdbdb gray87 #dedede gray88 #e0e0e0 gray89 #e3e3e3 gray9 #171717 gray90 #e5e5e5 gray91 #e8e8e8 gray92 #ebebeb gray93 #ededed gray94 #f0f0f0 gray95 #f2f2f2 gray97 #f7f7f7 gray98 #fafafa gray99 #fcfcfc green1 #00ff00 green2 #00ee00 green3 #00cd00 green4 #008b00 GreenYellow #adff2f honeydew1 #f0fff0 honeydew2 #e0eee0 honeydew3 #c1cdc1 honeydew4 #838b83 HotPink #ff69b4 HotPink1 #ff6eb4 HotPink2 #ee6aa7 HotPink3 #cd6090 HotPink4 #8b3a62 IndianRed #cd5c5c IndianRed1 #ff6a6a IndianRed2 #ee6363 IndianRed3 #cd5555 IndianRed4 #8b3a3a ivory1 #fffff0 ivory2 #eeeee0 ivory3 #cdcdc1 ivory4 #8b8b83 khaki #f0e68c khaki1 #fff68f khaki2 #eee685 khaki3 #cdc673 khaki4 #8b864e lavender #e6e6fa LavenderBlush1 #fff0f5 LavenderBlush2 #eee0e5 LavenderBlush3 #cdc1c5 LavenderBlush4 #8b8386 LawnGreen #7cfc00 LemonChiffon1 #fffacd LemonChiffon2 #eee9bf LemonChiffon3 #cdc9a5 LemonChiffon4 #8b8970 light #eedd82 LightBlue #add8e6 LightBlue1 #bfefff LightBlue2 #b2dfee LightBlue3 #9ac0cd LightBlue4 #68838b LightCoral #f08080 LightCyan1 #e0ffff LightCyan2 #d1eeee LightCyan3 #b4cdcd LightCyan4 #7a8b8b LightGoldenrod1 #ffec8b LightGoldenrod2 #eedc82 LightGoldenrod3 #cdbe70 LightGoldenrod4 #8b814c LightGoldenrodYellow #fafad2 LightGray #d3d3d3 LightPink #ffb6c1 LightPink1 #ffaeb9 LightPink2 #eea2ad LightPink3 #cd8c95 LightPink4 #8b5f65 LightSalmon1 #ffa07a LightSalmon2 #ee9572 LightSalmon3 #cd8162 LightSalmon4 #8b5742 LightSeaGreen #20b2aa LightSkyBlue #87cefa LightSkyBlue1 #b0e2ff LightSkyBlue2 #a4d3ee LightSkyBlue3 #8db6cd LightSkyBlue4 #607b8b LightSlateBlue #8470ff LightSlateGray #778899 LightSteelBlue #b0c4de LightSteelBlue1 #cae1ff LightSteelBlue2 #bcd2ee LightSteelBlue3 #a2b5cd LightSteelBlue4 #6e7b8b LightYellow1 #ffffe0 LightYellow2 #eeeed1 LightYellow3 #cdcdb4 LightYellow4 #8b8b7a LimeGreen #32cd32 linen #faf0e6 magenta #ff00ff magenta2 #ee00ee magenta3 #cd00cd magenta4 #8b008b maroon #b03060 maroon1 #ff34b3 maroon2 #ee30a7 maroon3 #cd2990 maroon4 #8b1c62 medium #66cdaa MediumAquamarine #66cdaa MediumBlue #0000cd MediumOrchid #ba55d3 MediumOrchid1 #e066ff MediumOrchid2 #d15fee MediumOrchid3 #b452cd MediumOrchid4 #7a378b MediumPurple #9370db MediumPurple1 #ab82ff MediumPurple2 #9f79ee MediumPurple3 #8968cd MediumPurple4 #5d478b MediumSeaGreen #3cb371 MediumSlateBlue #7b68ee MediumSpringGreen #00fa9a MediumTurquoise #48d1cc MediumVioletRed #c71585 MidnightBlue #191970 MintCream #f5fffa MistyRose1 #ffe4e1 MistyRose2 #eed5d2 MistyRose3 #cdb7b5 MistyRose4 #8b7d7b moccasin #ffe4b5 NavajoWhite1 #ffdead NavajoWhite2 #eecfa1 NavajoWhite3 #cdb38b NavajoWhite4 #8b795e NavyBlue #000080 OldLace #fdf5e6 OliveDrab #6b8e23 OliveDrab1 #c0ff3e OliveDrab2 #b3ee3a OliveDrab4 #698b22 orange1 #ffa500 orange2 #ee9a00 orange3 #cd8500 orange4 #8b5a00 OrangeRed1 #ff4500 OrangeRed2 #ee4000 OrangeRed3 #cd3700 OrangeRed4 #8b2500 orchid #da70d6 orchid1 #ff83fa orchid2 #ee7ae9 orchid3 #cd69c9 orchid4 #8b4789 pale #db7093 PaleGoldenrod #eee8aa PaleGreen #98fb98 PaleGreen1 #9aff9a PaleGreen2 #90ee90 PaleGreen3 #7ccd7c PaleGreen4 #548b54 PaleTurquoise #afeeee PaleTurquoise1 #bbffff PaleTurquoise2 #aeeeee PaleTurquoise3 #96cdcd PaleTurquoise4 #668b8b PaleVioletRed #db7093 PaleVioletRed1 #ff82ab PaleVioletRed2 #ee799f PaleVioletRed3 #cd6889 PaleVioletRed4 #8b475d PapayaWhip #ffefd5 PeachPuff1 #ffdab9 PeachPuff2 #eecbad PeachPuff3 #cdaf95 PeachPuff4 #8b7765 pink #ffc0cb pink1 #ffb5c5 pink2 #eea9b8 pink3 #cd919e pink4 #8b636c plum #dda0dd plum1 #ffbbff plum2 #eeaeee plum3 #cd96cd plum4 #8b668b PowderBlue #b0e0e6 purple #a020f0 rebeccapurple #663399 purple1 #9b30ff purple2 #912cee purple3 #7d26cd purple4 #551a8b red1 #ff0000 red2 #ee0000 red3 #cd0000 red4 #8b0000 RosyBrown #bc8f8f RosyBrown1 #ffc1c1 RosyBrown2 #eeb4b4 RosyBrown3 #cd9b9b RosyBrown4 #8b6969 RoyalBlue #4169e1 RoyalBlue1 #4876ff RoyalBlue2 #436eee RoyalBlue3 #3a5fcd RoyalBlue4 #27408b SaddleBrown #8b4513 salmon #fa8072 salmon1 #ff8c69 salmon2 #ee8262 salmon3 #cd7054 salmon4 #8b4c39 SandyBrown #f4a460 SeaGreen1 #54ff9f SeaGreen2 #4eee94 SeaGreen3 #43cd80 SeaGreen4 #2e8b57 seashell1 #fff5ee seashell2 #eee5de seashell3 #cdc5bf seashell4 #8b8682 sienna #a0522d sienna1 #ff8247 sienna2 #ee7942 sienna3 #cd6839 sienna4 #8b4726 SkyBlue #87ceeb SkyBlue1 #87ceff SkyBlue2 #7ec0ee SkyBlue3 #6ca6cd SkyBlue4 #4a708b 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abaculus ::: n. --> A small tile of glass, marble, or other substance, of various colors, used in making ornamental patterns in mosaic pavements.
achromatic ::: a. --> Free from color; transmitting light without decomposing it into its primary colors.
Uncolored; not absorbing color from a fluid; -- said of tissue.
achromatopsy ::: n. --> Color blindness; inability to distinguish colors; Daltonism.
affinity ::: n. --> Relationship by marriage (as between a husband and his wife&
agate ::: adv. --> On the way; agoing; as, to be agate; to set the bells agate. ::: n. --> A semipellucid, uncrystallized variety of quartz, presenting various tints in the same specimen. Its colors are delicately arranged in stripes or bands, or blended in clouds.
Also, the four principal colors.
amassette ::: n. --> An instrument of horn used for collecting painters&
Amitabha corresponds to the First Logos, the Father in the Christian Trinity, the Pythagorean monad of monads, and in the human being to atman. From a philosophical-mystic standpoint, Amitabha also means “no color” or the “white glory,” the primal spiritual element-principle of the solar system, from which are born the seven differentiated “colors” of the manifested prismatic kosmic hierarchies.
amphichroic ::: a. --> Exhibiting or producing two colors, as substances which in the color test may change red litmus to blue and blue litmus to red.
annealing ::: p. pr. & vb. n. --> of Anneal ::: n. --> The process used to render glass, iron, etc., less brittle, performed by allowing them to cool very gradually from a high heat.
The burning of metallic colors into glass, earthenware,
anneal ::: v. t. --> To subject to great heat, and then cool slowly, as glass, cast iron, steel, or other metal, for the purpose of rendering it less brittle; to temper; to toughen.
To heat, as glass, tiles, or earthenware, in order to fix the colors laid on them.
Anthroposophy: An occult and mystic philosophical movement, based on the teachings of its founder, Rudolf Steiner, aiming at man’s progressive liberation from the chains of egoism and at the development of his dormant faculties and higher capacities for knowledge and enlightenment, to enable him to perceive and respond to “subtler manifestations of Nature.” Anthroposophists place great emphasis, among other things, on the occult significance of colors and their relations to human emotions (cf. color awareness).
Any being in a state of high spiritual and intellectual ecstasy is surrounded with a glory or brilliant, coruscating aura, which at times can even be perceived by the physical eye; sometimes this nimbus or glory surrounds the head more particularly, and at other times it surrounds the entire body. It is shot through with colors coruscating and flashing brilliantly in a most beautiful fashion, because the vital aura which surrounds every animate being in times of spiritual ecstasy is stimulated to unusual activity, and thus surrounds the being with splendor. The sun in the heavens is a cosmic example, for the floods of sunlight which it pours forth are the vital aura, nimbus, or glory surrounding the solar heart. The adoption of the nimbus surrounding the heads or entire bodies of the Christian saints was a clear case of borrowing from the Orient, because from time immemorial the nimbus has been used there to signify spiritual ecstasy, as exemplified in large numbers of Buddhist images.
aplysia ::: n. --> A genus of marine mollusks of the order Tectibranchiata; the sea hare. Some of the species when disturbed throw out a deep purple liquor, which colors the water to some distance. See Illust. in Appendix.
appreciation ::: n. --> A just valuation or estimate of merit, worth, weight, etc.; recognition of excellence.
Accurate perception; true estimation; as, an appreciation of the difficulties before us; an appreciation of colors.
A rise in value; -- opposed to depreciation.
aquarelle ::: n. --> A design or painting in thin transparent water colors; also, the mode of painting in such colors.
aquarellist ::: n. --> A painter in thin transparent water colors.
aquatinta ::: n. --> A kind of etching in which spaces are bitten by the use of aqua fortis, by which an effect is produced resembling a drawing in water colors or India ink; also, the engraving produced by this method.
argillite ::: n. --> Argillaceous schist or slate; clay slate. Its colors is bluish or blackish gray, sometimes greenish gray, brownish red, etc.
arms ::: n. --> Instruments or weapons of offense or defense.
The deeds or exploits of war; military service or science.
Anything which a man takes in his hand in anger, to strike or assault another with; an aggressive weapon.
The ensigns armorial of a family, consisting of figures and colors borne in shields, banners, etc., as marks of dignity and distinction, and descending from father to son.
The legs of a hawk from the thigh to the foot.
Aura ::: An extremely subtle and therefore invisible essence or fluid that emanates from and surrounds not onlyhuman beings and beasts, but as a matter of fact plants and minerals also. It is one of the aspects of theauric egg and therefore the human aura partakes of all the qualities that the human constitution contains.It is at once magneto-mental and electrovital, suffused with the energies of mind and spirit -- the qualityin each case coming from an organ or center of the human constitution whence it flows. It is the sourceof the sympathies and antipathies that we are conscious of. Under the control of the human will it can beboth life-giving and healing, or death-dealing; and when the human will is passive the aura has an actionof its own which is automatic and follows the laws of character and latent impulses of the being fromwhom it emanates. Sensitives have frequently described it in more or less vague terms as a light flowingfrom the eyes or the heart or the tips of the fingers or from other parts of the body. Sometimes this fluid,instead of being colorless light, manifests itself by flashing and scintillating changes of color -- the coloror colors in each case depending not only upon the varying moods of the human individual, but alsopossessing a background equivalent to the character or nature of the individual. Animals are extremelysensitive to auras, and some beasts even descry the human being surrounded with the aura as with acloud or veil. In fact, everything has its aura surrounding it with a light or play of color, and especially isthis the case with so-called animated beings.The essential nature of the aura usually seen is astral and electrovital. The magnificent phenomena ofradiation that astronomers can discern at times of eclipse, long streamers with rosy and other coloredlight flashing forth from the body of the sun, are not flames nor anything of the sort, but are simply theelectrovital aura of the solar body -- a manifestation of solar vitality, for the sun in occultism is a livingbeing, as indeed everything else is.
baize ::: n. --> A coarse woolen stuff with a long nap; -- usually dyed in plain colors.
baltimore oriole ::: --> A common American bird (Icterus galbula), named after Lord Baltimore, because its colors (black and orange red) are like those of his coat of arms; -- called also golden robin.
basic structures of consciousness ::: 1. “Empty” levels of consciousness used as a general measure of vertical development. A measure of the degree or “altitude” of awareness in any particular stream. These altitudes are often described using the colors of the natural rainbow: Infrared, Magenta, Red, Amber, Orange, Green, Teal, Turquoise, Indigo, Violet, Ultraviolet, and Clear Light. 2. Enduring structures that are actually laid down along these markers of altitude and thus are roughly synonymous with basic levels of consciousness. These are the rungs in any developmental ladder. Cognitive development, for instance, is often used since it is necessary but not sufficient for development in other lines.
bee-eater ::: n. --> A bird of the genus Merops, that feeds on bees. The European species (M. apiaster) is remarkable for its brilliant colors.
An African bird of the genus Rhinopomastes.
begonia ::: n. --> A genus of plants, mostly of tropical America, many species of which are grown as ornamental plants. The leaves are curiously one-sided, and often exhibit brilliant colors.
bicolored ::: a. --> Of two colors.
bird of paradise ::: --> The name of several very beautiful birds of the genus Paradisea and allied genera, inhabiting New Guinea and the adjacent islands. The males have brilliant colors, elegant plumes, and often remarkable tail feathers.
boatswain ::: n. --> An officer who has charge of the boats, sails, rigging, colors, anchors, cables, cordage, etc., of a ship, and who also summons the crew, and performs other duties.
The jager gull.
The tropic bird.
boce ::: n. --> A European fish (Box vulgaris), having a compressed body and bright colors; -- called also box, and bogue.
bombazet bombazette ::: n. --> A sort of thin woolen cloth. It is of various colors, and may be plain or twilled.
borax ::: n. --> A white or gray crystalline salt, with a slight alkaline taste, used as a flux, in soldering metals, making enamels, fixing colors on porcelain, and as a soap. It occurs native in certain mineral springs, and is made from the boric acid of hot springs in Tuscany. It was originally obtained from a lake in Thibet, and was sent to Europe under the name of tincal. Borax is a pyroborate or tetraborate of sodium, Na2B4O7.10H2O.
bornite ::: n. --> A valuable ore of copper, containing copper, iron, and sulphur; -- also called purple copper ore (or erubescite), in allusion to the colors shown upon the slightly tarnished surface.
breccia ::: n. --> A rock composed of angular fragments either of the same mineral or of different minerals, etc., united by a cement, and commonly presenting a variety of colors.
brush ::: n. --> An instrument composed of bristles, or other like material, set in a suitable back or handle, as of wood, bone, or ivory, and used for various purposes, as in removing dust from clothes, laying on colors, etc. Brushes have different shapes and names according to their use; as, clothes brush, paint brush, tooth brush, etc.
The bushy tail of a fox.
A tuft of hair on the mandibles.
Branches of trees lopped off; brushwood.
bugle ::: n. --> A sort of wild ox; a buffalo.
A horn used by hunters.
A copper instrument of the horn quality of tone, shorter and more conical that the trumpet, sometimes keyed; formerly much used in military bands, very rarely in the orchestra; now superseded by the cornet; -- called also the Kent bugle.
An elongated glass bead, of various colors, though commonly black.
buntine ::: n. --> A thin woolen stuff, used chiefly for flags, colors, and ships&
buprestidan ::: n. --> One of a tribe of beetles, of the genus Buprestis and allied genera, usually with brilliant metallic colors. The larvae are usually borers in timber, or beneath bark, and are often very destructive to trees.
cambric ::: n. --> A fine, thin, and white fabric made of flax or linen.
A fabric made, in imitation of linen cambric, of fine, hardspun cotton, often with figures of various colors; -- also called cotton cambric, and cambric muslin.
carnation ::: n. --> The natural color of flesh; rosy pink.
Those parts of a picture in which the human body or any part of it is represented in full color; the flesh tints.
A species of Dianthus (D. Caryophyllus) or pink, having very beautiful flowers of various colors, esp. white and usually a rich, spicy scent.
cestus ::: n. --> A girdle; particularly that of Aphrodite (or Venus) which gave the wearer the power of exciting love.
A genus of Ctenophora. The typical species (Cestus Veneris) is remarkable for its brilliant iridescent colors, and its long, girdlelike form.
A covering for the hands of boxers, made of leather bands, and often loaded with lead or iron.
chaetodont ::: n. --> A marine fish of the family Chaetodontidae. The chaetodonts have broad, compressed bodies, and usually bright colors. ::: a. --> Of or pertaining to the Chaetodonts or the family Chaetodontidae.
chameleonize ::: v. t. --> To change into various colors.
chatoyment ::: n. --> Changeableness of color, as in a mineral; play of colors.
checkerwork ::: n. --> Work consisting of or showing checkers varied alternately as to colors or materials.
Any aggregate of varied vicissitudes.
chintz ::: n. --> Cotton cloth, printed with flowers and other devices, in a number of different colors, and often glazed.
Chitragupta (Sanskrit) Citragupta [from citr to depict, color with various colors + gupta hidden] The secret recorder who paints the picture of the person’s life on the astral light; a deva-scribe in the abode of the dead, who records human virtues and vices and reads out the account of every soul’s life from his register when the excarnate soul arrives in the kingdom of Yama, the god of death; a variant of the lipikas.
chromatic ::: a. --> Relating to color, or to colors.
Proceeding by the smaller intervals (half steps or semitones) of the scale, instead of the regular intervals of the diatonic scale.
chromatics ::: n. --> The science of colors; that part of optics which treats of the properties of colors.
chromatography ::: n. --> A treatise on colors
chromatology ::: n. --> A treatise on colors.
chromatrope ::: n. --> An instrument for exhibiting certain chromatic effects of light (depending upon the persistence of vision and mixture of colors) by means of rapidly rotating disks variously colored.
A device in a magic lantern or stereopticon to produce kaleidoscopic effects.
chromolithograph ::: n. --> A picture printed in tints and colors by repeated impressions from a series of stones prepared by the lithographic process.
chromolithography ::: n. --> Lithography adapted to printing in inks of various colors.
chromophotography ::: n. --> The art of producing photographs in colors.
chromophotolithograph ::: n. --> A photolithograph printed in colors.
chromotype ::: n. --> A sheet printed in colors by any process, as a chromolithograph. See Chromolithograph.
A photographic picture in the natural colors.
clouding ::: p. pr. & vb. n. --> of Cloud ::: n. --> A mottled appearance given to ribbons and silks in the process of dyeing.
A diversity of colors in yarn, recurring at regular intervals.
Color awareness: According to occult teachings, color and color scheme exercise a tremendous influence on the human mind, and by learning the mastery of colors, man can become the master of his thought power and ruler of his destiny.
Color Graphics Adapter "hardware, graphics" (CGA) One of {IBM}'s earliest hardware video {display standards} for use in {IBM PCs}. CGA can display 80*25 or 40*25 text in 16 colors, 640*200 {pixels} of graphics in two colors or 320*200 in four colors (IBM PC video modes 0-6). It is now obsolete. (1995-11-11)
colorist ::: n. --> One who colors; an artist who excels in the use of colors; one to whom coloring is of prime importance.
color ::: n. --> A property depending on the relations of light to the eye, by which individual and specific differences in the hues and tints of objects are apprehended in vision; as, gay colors; sad colors, etc.
Any hue distinguished from white or black.
The hue or color characteristic of good health and spirits; ruddy complexion.
That which is used to give color; a paint; a pigment; as, oil colors or water colors.
Colors and sounds have great potency in practical magic, as cosmic powers can be evoked by an understanding use of the proper colors and sounds. The seven colors correspond with other septenates, such as the notes of the musical octave, the sacred planets, and the seven primary elements. It is the universal septenate viewed from a visual aspect as manifested light.
Colors are one of the manifold manifestations of cosmic vitality, a septenary unity — or a denary or duodenary unity, according to the manner of enumeration — these cosmic forces are interchangeable, their incomprehensible aggregate being cosmic life; therefore, any form of this cosmic life has not only its particular keynote of sound, but likewise its particular keynote of color, etc.
compone ::: v. t. --> To compose; to settle; to arrange. ::: a. --> See Compony.
Divided into squares of alternate tinctures in a single row; -- said of any bearing; or, in the case of a bearing having curved lines, divided into patches of alternate colors following the curve. If
Contrast: In aesthetics: the term may refer either to the presence in the object contemplated of contrasting elements (colors, sounds, characters, etc.), or to the principle that the presence of such contrasting elements is a common feature of beautiful objects which, within limits, enhances their beauty. -- W.K.F.
corolla ::: n. --> The inner envelope of a flower; the part which surrounds the organs of fructification, consisting of one or more leaves, called petals. It is usually distinguished from the calyx by the fineness of its texture and the gayness of its colors. See the Note under Blossom.
Cosmically the four cardinal points represent a certain stage of manifestation where the three become four, in this case the number of matter. The Zohar says that the three primordial elements and the four cardinal points and all the forces of nature form the Voice of the Will, which is the manifested Logos. The Dodonaean Zeus includes in himself the four elements and the four cardinal points. Brahma is likewise four-faced. The pyramid is the triangle repeated on the four cardinal points and symbolizes, among other things, the phenomenal merging into the noumenal. The four cardinal points are presided over, or are manifestations of, four cosmic genii, dragons, maharajas — in Buddhism the chatur-maharajas (four great kings) — hidden dragons of wisdom, or celestial nagas. Hinduism has the four, six, or eight lokapalas. In the Egyptian and Jewish temples these points were represented by the four colors of the curtain hung before the Adytum. See also EAST; NORTH; SOUTH; WEST
counter-paly ::: a. --> Paly, and then divided fesswise, so that each vertical piece is cut into two, having the colors used alternately or counterchanged. Thus the escutcheon in the illustration may also be blazoned paly of six per fess counterchanged argent and azure.
daltonism ::: n. --> Inability to perceive or distinguish certain colors, esp. red; color blindness. It has various forms and degrees. So called from the chemist Dalton, who had this infirmity.
diamond ::: n. --> A precious stone or gem excelling in brilliancy and beautiful play of prismatic colors, and remarkable for extreme hardness.
A geometrical figure, consisting of four equal straight lines, and having two of the interior angles acute and two obtuse; a rhombus; a lozenge.
One of a suit of playing cards, stamped with the figure of a diamond.
dichroism ::: n. --> The property of presenting different colors by transmitted light, when viewed in two different directions, the colors being unlike in the direction of unlike or unequal axes.
dichroite ::: n. --> Iolite; -- so called from its presenting two different colors when viewed in two different directions. See Iolite.
dichromatic ::: a. --> Having or exhibiting two colors.
Having two color varieties, or two phases differing in color, independently of age or sex, as in certain birds and insects.
dichromic ::: a. --> Furnishing or giving two colors; -- said of defective vision, in which all the compound colors are resolvable into two elements instead of three.
diffraction ::: n. --> The deflection and decomposition of light in passing by the edges of opaque bodies or through narrow slits, causing the appearance of parallel bands or fringes of prismatic colors, as by the action of a grating of fine lines or bars.
dimity ::: n. --> A cotton fabric employed for hangings and furniture coverings, and formerly used for women&
discolored ::: imp. & p. p. --> of Discolor ::: a. --> Altered in color; /tained.
Variegated; of divers colors.
distemper ::: v. t. --> To temper or mix unduly; to make disproportionate; to change the due proportions of.
To derange the functions of, whether bodily, mental, or spiritual; to disorder; to disease.
To deprive of temper or moderation; to disturb; to ruffle; to make disaffected, ill-humored, or malignant.
To intoxicate.
To mix (colors) in the way of distemper; as, to
dithering "data, algorithm" A technique used in {quantisation} processes such as {graphics} and {audio} to reduce or remove the correlation between noise and signal. Dithering is used in {computer graphics} to create additional colors and shades from an existing {palette} by interspersing {pixels} of different colours. On a {monochrome} display, areas of grey are created by varying the proportion of black and white pixels. In colour displays and printers, colours and textures are created by varying the proportions of existing colours. The different colours can either be distributed randomly or regularly. The higher the {resolution} of the display, the smoother the dithered colour will appear to the eye. Dithering doesn't reduce resolution. There are three types: regular dithering which uses a very regular predefined pattern; random dither where the pattern is a random noise; and pseudo random dither which uses a very large, very regular, predefined pattern. Dithering is used to create patterns for use as backgrounds, fills and shading, as well as for creating {halftones} for printing. When used for printing is it very sensitive to paper properties. Dithering can be combined with {rasterising}. It is not related to {anti-aliasing}. (2003-07-20)
douc ::: n. --> A monkey (Semnopithecus nemaeus), remarkable for its varied and brilliant colors. It is a native of Cochin China.
drawing ::: p. pr. & vb. n. --> of Draw ::: n. --> The act of pulling, or attracting.
The act or the art of representing any object by means of lines and shades; especially, such a representation when in one color, or in tints used not to represent the colors of natural objects, but
eglantine ::: n. --> A species of rose (Rosa Eglanteria), with fragrant foliage and flowers of various colors.
The sweetbrier (R. rubiginosa).
emblazon ::: v. t. --> To depict or represent; -- said of heraldic bearings. See Blazon.
To deck in glaring colors; to set off conspicuously; to display pompously; to decorate.
embroidery ::: n. --> Needlework used to enrich textile fabrics, leather, etc.; also, the art of embroidering.
Diversified ornaments, especially by contrasted figures and colors; variegated decoration.
enamel ::: v. t. --> A variety of glass, used in ornament, to cover a surface, as of metal or pottery, and admitting of after decoration in color, or used itself for inlaying or application in varied colors.
A glassy, opaque bead obtained by the blowpipe.
That which is enameled; also, any smooth, glossy surface, resembling enamel, especially if variegated.
The intensely hard calcified tissue entering into the composition of teeth. It merely covers the exposed parts of the teeth
encaustic ::: a. --> Prepared by means of heat; burned in.
The method of painting in heated wax, or in any way where heat is used to fix the colors.
ephod ::: n. --> A part of the sacerdotal habit among Jews, being a covering for the back and breast, held together on the shoulders by two clasps or brooches of onyx stones set in gold, and fastened by a girdle of the same stuff as the ephod. The ephod for the priests was of plain linen; that for the high priest was richly embroidered in colors. The breastplate of the high priest was worn upon the ephod in front.
faction ::: n. --> One of the divisions or parties of charioteers (distinguished by their colors) in the games of the circus.
A party, in political society, combined or acting in union, in opposition to the government, or state; -- usually applied to a minority, but it may be applied to a majority; a combination or clique of partisans of any kind, acting for their own interests, especially if greedy, clamorous, and reckless of the common good.
Tumult; discord; dissension.
feldspath ::: n. --> A name given to a group of minerals, closely related in crystalline form, and all silicates of alumina with either potash, soda, lime, or, in one case, baryta. They occur in crystals and crystalline masses, vitreous in luster, and breaking rather easily in two directions at right angles to each other, or nearly so. The colors are usually white or nearly white, flesh-red, bluish, or greenish.
fig ::: n. --> A small fruit tree (Ficus Carica) with large leaves, known from the remotest antiquity. It was probably native from Syria westward to the Canary Islands.
The fruit of a fig tree, which is of round or oblong shape, and of various colors.
A small piece of tobacco.
The value of a fig, practically nothing; a fico; -- used in scorn or contempt.
fixative ::: n. --> That which serves to set or fix colors or drawings, as a mordant.
flare ::: v. i. --> To burn with an unsteady or waving flame; as, the candle flares.
To shine out with a sudden and unsteady light; to emit a dazzling or painfully bright light.
To shine out with gaudy colors; to flaunt; to be offensively bright or showy.
To be exposed to too much light.
To open or spread outwards; to project beyond the
flower-de-luce ::: n. --> A genus of perennial herbs (Iris) with swordlike leaves and large three-petaled flowers often of very gay colors, but probably white in the plant first chosen for the royal French emblem.
fluorite ::: n. --> Calcium fluoride, a mineral of many different colors, white, yellow, purple, green, red, etc., often very beautiful, crystallizing commonly in cubes with perfect octahedral cleavage; also massive. It is used as a flux. Some varieties are used for ornamental vessels. Also called fluor spar, or simply fluor.
flyfish ::: n. --> A California scorpaenoid fish (Sebastichthys rhodochloris), having brilliant colors.
fondus ::: n. --> A style of printing calico, paper hangings, etc., in which the colors are in bands and graduated into each other.
frontignan ::: n. --> A sweet muscadine wine made in Frontignan (Languedoc), France.
A grape of many varieties and colors.
fugitive ::: a. --> Fleeing from pursuit, danger, restraint, etc., escaping, from service, duty etc.; as, a fugitive solder; a fugitive slave; a fugitive debtor.
Not fixed; not durable; liable to disappear or fall away; volatile; uncertain; evanescent; liable to fade; -- applied to material and immaterial things; as, fugitive colors; a fugitive idea. ::: n.
gay ::: superl. --> Excited with merriment; manifesting sportiveness or delight; inspiring delight; livery; merry.
Brilliant in colors; splendid; fine; richly dressed.
Loose; dissipated; lewd. ::: n. --> An ornament
glare ::: v. i. --> To shine with a bright, dazzling light.
To look with fierce, piercing eyes; to stare earnestly, angrily, or fiercely.
To be bright and intense, as certain colors; to be ostentatiously splendid or gay. ::: v. t.
gorgeous ::: n. --> Imposing through splendid or various colors; showy; fine; magnificent.
gouache ::: n. --> A method of painting with opaque colors, which have been ground in water and mingled with a preparation of gum; also, a picture thus painted.
gradate ::: v. t. --> To grade or arrange (parts in a whole, colors in painting, etc.), so that they shall harmonize.
To bring to a certain strength or grade of concentration; as, to gradate a saline solution.
green-eyed ::: a. --> Having green eyes.
Seeing everything through a medium which discolors or distorts.
gumption ::: n. --> Capacity; shrewdness; common sense.
The art of preparing colors.
Megilp.
hawk moth ::: --> Any moth of the family Sphingidae, of which there are numerous genera and species. They are large, handsome moths, which fly mostly at twilight and hover about flowers like a humming bird, sucking the honey by means of a long, slender proboscis. The larvae are large, hairless caterpillars ornamented with green and other bright colors, and often with a caudal spine. See Sphinx, also Tobacco worm, and Tomato worm.
heliochrome ::: n. --> A photograph in colors.
Heptachord The seven-stringed lyre of Apollo, corresponding to septenates in general, such as seven musical tones, seven prismatic colors, seven human or cosmic principles, etc. From it the god evoked the harmony that governs the worlds in their motions.
hernani ::: n. --> A thin silk or woolen goods, for women&
hollyhock ::: n. --> A species of Althaea (A. rosea), bearing flowers of various colors; -- called also rose mallow.
hue ::: n. --> Color or shade of color; tint; dye.
A predominant shade in a composition of primary colors; a primary color modified by combination with others.
A shouting or vociferation.
hydrangea ::: n. --> A genus of shrubby plants bearing opposite leaves and large heads of showy flowers, white, or of various colors. H. hortensis, the common garden species, is a native of China or Japan.
illuminate ::: v. t. --> To make light; to throw light on; to supply with light, literally or figuratively; to brighten.
To light up; to decorate with artificial lights, as a building or city, in token of rejoicing or respect.
To adorn, as a book or page with borders, initial letters, or miniature pictures in colors and gold, as was done in manuscripts of the Middle Ages.
To make plain or clear; to dispel the obscurity to
impaint ::: v. t. --> To paint; to adorn with colors.
impasting ::: p. pr. & vb. n. --> of Impaste ::: --> The laying on of colors to produce impasto.
impasto ::: n. --> The thickness of the layer or body of pigment applied by the painter to his canvas with especial reference to the juxtaposition of different colors and tints in forming a harmonious whole.
incompatible ::: a. --> Not compatible; so differing as to be incapable of harmonious combination or coexistence; inconsistent in thought or being; irreconcilably disagreeing; as, persons of incompatible tempers; incompatible colors, desires, ambition.
Incapable of being together without mutual reaction or decomposition, as certain medicines. ::: n.
indigo ::: n. --> A kind of deep blue, one of the seven prismatic colors.
A blue dyestuff obtained from several plants belonging to very different genera and orders; as, the woad, Isatis tinctoria, Indigofera tinctoria, I. Anil, Nereum tinctorium, etc. It is a dark blue earthy substance, tasteless and odorless, with a copper-violet luster when rubbed. Indigo does not exist in the plants as such, but is obtained by decomposition of the glycoside indican.
In Egyptian temples the parti-colored curtain separating the holy recess from the place for the congregation was drawn over the five pillars symbolizing our five senses as well as the five root-races, while the four colors of the curtain represented the four cardinal points and the four as yet evolved cosmico-terrestrial elements. This grouping, among other things, thus symbolized that it is through the four high rulers of the four cosmic quarters that our five senses become cognizant of the hidden truths of nature. The same mystic symbolism is found in the Tabernacle and the square courtyard prepared by Moses in the wilderness, “in the Zoroastrian caves, in the rock-cut temples of India, as in all the sacred square buildings of antiquity that have survived to this day. This is shown definitely by Layard, who finds the four cardinal points, and the four primitive elements, in the religion of every country, under the shape of square obelisks, the four sides of the pyramids . . . Of these elements and their points the four Maharajahs were the regents and the directors” (SD 1:126).
intensify ::: v. t. --> To render more intense; as, to intensify heat or cold; to intensify colors; to intensify a photographic negative; to intensify animosity. ::: v. i. --> To become intense, or more intense; to act with increasing power or energy.
intermediate ::: a. --> Lying or being in the middle place or degree, or between two extremes; coming or done between; intervening; interposed; interjacent; as, an intermediate space or time; intermediate colors. ::: v. i. --> To come between; to intervene; to interpose.
iridal ::: a. --> Of or pertaining to the iris or rainbow; prismatic; as, the iridal colors.
iridescence ::: n. --> Exhibition of colors like those of the rainbow; the quality or state of being iridescent; a prismatic play of color; as, the iridescence of mother-of-pearl.
iridescent ::: a. --> Having colors like the rainbow; exhibiting a play of changeable colors; nacreous; prismatic; as, iridescent glass.
iridescent ::: displaying a play of lustrous colors like those of the rainbow.
irisated ::: a. --> Exhibiting the prismatic colors; irised; iridescent.
irised ::: a. --> Having colors like those of the rainbow; iridescent.
iris ::: n. --> The goddess of the rainbow, and swift-footed messenger of the gods.
The rainbow.
An appearance resembling the rainbow; a prismatic play of colors.
The contractile membrane perforated by the pupil, and forming the colored portion of the eye. See Eye.
A genus of plants having showy flowers and bulbous or
ivorytype ::: n. --> A picture produced by superposing a very light print, rendered translucent by varnish, and tinted upon the back, upon a stronger print, so as to give the effect of a photograph in natural colors; -- called also hellenotype.
jacamar ::: n. --> Any one of numerous species of tropical American birds of the genus Galbula and allied genera. They are allied to the kingfishers, but climb on tree trunks like nuthatches, and feed upon insects. Their colors are often brilliant.
jasper ::: n. --> An opaque, impure variety of quartz, of red, yellow, and other dull colors, breaking with a smooth surface. It admits of a high polish, and is used for vases, seals, snuff boxes, etc. When the colors are in stripes or bands, it is called striped / banded jasper. The Egyptian pebble is a brownish yellow jasper.
Joseph (Hebrew) Yōsēf [from yāsaf to increase, enlarge] In the Old Testament (Genesis 37-50), the eleventh son of Jacob, first by his favorite wife Rachel; known for his coat of many colors, he was sold into slavery by his jealous brothers, and later was instrumental in the Jews settling in Egypt. Joseph “was an Initiate, otherwise he would not have married Aseneth, the daughter of Petephre (’Potiphar’ — ‘he who belongs to Phre,’ the Sun-God), priest of Heliopolis and governor of On” (BCW 14:357). His second dream that “the sun and the moon and the eleven stars made obeisance” to Joseph (Genesis 37:9-10) may be a reference to the zodiac, the eleven “stars” or zodiacal constellations bowing to the twelfth because that one was “his star.” The twelve sons of Jacob are also a reference to the twelve signs of the zodiac, Joseph corresponding to Sagittarius (SD 1:649).
kakapo ::: n. --> A singular nocturnal parrot (Strigops habroptilus), native of New Zealand. It lives in holes during the day, but is active at night. It resembles an owl in its colors and general appearance. It has large wings, but can fly only a short distance. Called also owl parrot, night parrot, and night kaka.
kaleidoscope ::: n. --> An instrument invented by Sir David Brewster, which contains loose fragments of colored glass, etc., and reflecting surfaces so arranged that changes of position exhibit its contents in an endless variety of beautiful colors and symmetrical forms. It has been much employed in arts of design.
labradorite ::: n. --> A kind of feldspar commonly showing a beautiful play of colors, and hence much used for ornamental purposes. The finest specimens come from Labrador. See Feldspar.
leucoscope ::: n. --> An instrument, devised by Professor Helmholtz, for testing the color perception of the eye, or for comparing different lights, as to their constituent colors or their relative whiteness.
light-horseman ::: n. --> A soldier who serves in the light horse. See under 5th Light.
A West Indian fish of the genus Ephippus, remarkable for its high dorsal fin and brilliant colors.
loud ::: superl. --> Having, making, or being a strong or great sound; noisy; striking the ear with great force; as, a loud cry; loud thunder.
Clamorous; boisterous.
Emphatic; impressive; urgent; as, a loud call for united effort.
Ostentatious; likely to attract attention; gaudy; as, a loud style of dress; loud colors.
Lug (Tibetan) [possibly lugs (luk, lu) way, method, manner] A method of writing in cipher whereby esoteric doctrines may be preserved, using numerals and colors, each of which correspond to a letter of the Tibetan alphabet to form a complete cryptographic alphabet (cf VS vii-viii).
lumachella ::: n. --> A grayish brown limestone, containing fossil shells, which reflect a beautiful play of colors. It is also called fire marble, from its fiery reflections.
macaw ::: n. --> Any parrot of the genus Sittace, or Macrocercus. About eighteen species are known, all of them American. They are large and have a very long tail, a strong hooked bill, and a naked space around the eyes. The voice is harsh, and the colors are brilliant and strongly contrasted.
Manifold of Sense: (A.S. manig, many + feold, fold) The sensuous ingredients of experience (colors, sounds, etc.) considered as a multiplicity of discrete items. See I. Kant, Critique of Pure Reason, A. 77-9-B. 102-5. -- L.W.
marble-edged ::: a. --> Having the edge veined or spotted with different colors like marble, as a book.
marbler ::: n. --> One who works upon marble or other stone.
One who colors or stains in imitation of marble.
marquetry ::: n. --> Inlaid work; work inlaid with pieces of wood, shells, ivory, and the like, of several colors.
matrix ::: n. --> The womb.
Hence, that which gives form or origin to anything
The cavity in which anything is formed, and which gives it shape; a die; a mold, as for the face of a type.
The earthy or stony substance in which metallic ores or crystallized minerals are found; the gangue.
The five simple colors, black, white, blue, red, and yellow, of which all the rest are composed.
medley ::: n. --> A mixture; a mingled and confused mass of ingredients, usually inharmonious; a jumble; a hodgepodge; -- often used contemptuously.
The confusion of a hand to hand battle; a brisk, hand to hand engagement; a melee.
A composition of passages detached from several different compositions; a potpourri.
A cloth of mixed colors.
megilph ::: n. --> A gelatinous compound of linseed oil and mastic varnish, used by artists as a vehicle for colors.
melanoscope ::: n. --> An instrument containing a combination of colored glasses such that they transmit only red light, so that objects of other colors, as green leaves, appear black when seen through it. It is used for viewing colored flames, to detect the presence of potassium, lithium, etc., by the red light which they emit.
metrochrome ::: n. --> An instrument for measuring colors.
mildew ::: n. --> A growth of minute powdery or webby fungi, whitish or of different colors, found on various diseased or decaying substances. ::: v. t. --> To taint with mildew. ::: v. i.
miniature ::: v. --> Originally, a painting in colors such as those in mediaeval manuscripts; in modern times, any very small painting, especially a portrait.
Greatly diminished size or form; reduced scale.
Lettering in red; rubric distinction.
A particular feature or trait. ::: a.
mole ::: n. --> A spot; a stain; a mark which discolors or disfigures.
A spot, mark, or small permanent protuberance on the human body; esp., a spot which is dark-colored, from which commonly issue one or more hairs.
A mass of fleshy or other more or less solid matter generated in the uterus.
A mound or massive work formed of masonry or large stones, etc., laid in the sea, often extended either in a right line or an arc
Moon-colored Races Four principal racial colors are enumerated in the Stanzas of Dzyan: moon-colored (yellow-white), yellow like gold, red, and brown or black. The subraces of the fourth root-race had these colors in serial order, and every root-race repeats the sequence in its own time period. In one allegory, Siva as Svetalohita, a root-kumara, goes through these (and other unmentioned) transformations of color. The moon-colored race disappeared entirely when the present fifth root-race appeared.
mordant ::: a. --> Biting; caustic; sarcastic; keen; severe.
Serving to fix colors. ::: n. --> Any corroding substance used in etching.
Any substance, as alum or copperas, which, having a twofold attraction for organic fibers and coloring matter, serves as a
morocco ::: n. --> A fine kind of leather, prepared commonly from goatskin (though an inferior kind is made of sheepskin), and tanned with sumac and dyed of various colors; -- said to have been first made by the Moors.
morpho ::: n. --> Any one of numerous species of large, handsome, tropical American butterflies, of the genus Morpho. They are noted for the very brilliant metallic luster and bright colors (often blue) of the upper surface of the wings. The lower surface is usually brown or gray, with eyelike spots.
motley ::: a. --> Variegated in color; consisting of different colors; dappled; party-colored; as, a motley coat.
Wearing motley or party-colored clothing. See Motley, n., 1. ::: n. --> Composed of different or various parts; heterogeneously
mottled ::: imp. & p. p. --> of Mottle ::: a. --> Marked with spots of different colors; variegated; spotted; as, mottled wood.
mottled ::: spotted or blotched with different shades or colors.
moutan ::: n. --> The Chinese tree peony (Paeonia Mountan), a shrub with large flowers of various colors.
multicolor ::: a. --> Having many, or several, colors.
Multi-Color Graphics Array "hardware, graphics" (MCGA) One of {IBM}'s less popular hardware video {display standards} for use in the {IBM PS/2}. MCGA can display 80*25 text in {monochrome}, 40*25 text in 256 colours or 320*200 pixel graphics in 256 colors. It is now obsolete. (2011-03-20)
ochre ::: n. --> A impure earthy ore of iron or a ferruginous clay, usually red (hematite) or yellow (limonite), -- used as a pigment in making paints, etc. The name is also applied to clays of other colors.
A metallic oxide occurring in earthy form; as, tungstic ocher or tungstite.
See Ocher.
opah ::: n. --> A large oceanic fish (Lampris quttatus), inhabiting the Atlantic Ocean. It is remarkable for its brilliant colors, which are red, green, and blue, with tints of purple and gold, covered with round silvery spots. Called also king of the herrings.
opalescent ::: a. --> Reflecting a milky or pearly light from the interior; having an opaline play of colors.
opalesce ::: v. i. --> To give forth a play of colors, like the opal.
opaline ::: a. --> Of, pertaining to, or like, opal in appearance; having changeable colors like those of the opal.
ornitholite ::: n. --> The fossil remains of a bird.
A stone of various colors bearing the figures of birds.
Pain: See Pleasure. Painting: A plane surface covered with colors assembled in a given order (M. Denis, 1890). -- L.V.
painted ::: imp. & p. p. --> of Paint ::: a. --> Covered or adorned with paint; portrayed in colors.
Marked with bright colors; as, the painted turtle; painted bunting.
painting ::: p. pr. & vb. n. --> of Paint ::: n. --> The act or employment of laying on, or adorning with, paints or colors.
The work of the painter; also, any work of art in which objects are represented in color on a flat surface; a colored
(Painting) The modification of colors through the general effect of light and shade. -- L.V.
paint ::: v. t. --> To cover with coloring matter; to apply paint to; as, to paint a house, a signboard, etc.
Fig.: To color, stain, or tinge; to adorn or beautify with colors; to diversify with colors.
To form in colors a figure or likeness of on a flat surface, as upon canvas; to represent by means of colors or hues; to exhibit in a tinted image; to portray with paints; as, to paint a portrait or a landscape.
pansy ::: n. --> A plant of the genus Viola (V. tricolor) and its blossom, originally purple and yellow. Cultivated varieties have very large flowers of a great diversity of colors. Called also heart&
parhelion ::: n. --> A mock sun appearing in the form of a bright light, sometimes near the sun, and tinged with colors like the rainbow, and sometimes opposite to the sun. The latter is usually called an anthelion. Often several mock suns appear at the same time. Cf. Paraselene.
parquetry ::: n. --> A species of joinery or cabinet-work consisting of an inlay of geometric or other patterns, generally of different colors, -- used especially for floors.
party-coated ::: a. --> Having a motley coat, or coat of divers colors.
patchwork ::: n. --> Work composed of pieces sewed together, esp. pieces of various colors and figures; hence, anything put together of incongruous or ill-adapted parts; something irregularly clumsily composed; a thing putched up.
pavilion ::: n. --> A temporary movable habitation; a large tent; a marquee; esp., a tent raised on posts.
A single body or mass of building, contained within simple walls and a single roof, whether insulated, as in the park or garden of a larger edifice, or united with other parts, and forming an angle or central feature of a large pile.
A flag, colors, ensign, or banner.
Same as Tent (Her.)
pavonine ::: a. --> Like, or pertaining to, the genus Pavo.
Characteristic of a peacock; resembling the tail of a peacock, as in colors; iridescent.
pencil ::: n. --> A small, fine brush of hair or bristles used by painters for laying on colors.
A slender cylinder or strip of black lead, colored chalk, slate etc., or such a cylinder or strip inserted in a small wooden rod intended to be pointed, or in a case, which forms a handle, -- used for drawing or writing. See Graphite.
Hence, figuratively, an artist&
perthite ::: n. --> A kind of feldspar consisting of a laminated intertexture of albite and orthoclase, usually of different colors.
peziza ::: n. --> A genus of fungi embracing a great number of species, some of which are remarkable for their regular cuplike form and deep colors.
phantasmagoria ::: n. --> An optical effect produced by a magic lantern. The figures are painted in transparent colors, and all the rest of the glass is opaque black. The screen is between the spectators and the instrument, and the figures are often made to appear as in motion, or to merge into one another.
The apparatus by which such an effect is produced.
Fig.: A medley of figures; illusive images.
photochromy ::: n. --> The art or process of reproducing colors by photography.
picture ::: n. --> The art of painting; representation by painting.
A representation of anything (as a person, a landscape, a building) upon canvas, paper, or other surface, produced by means of painting, drawing, engraving, photography, etc.; a representation in colors. By extension, a figure; a model.
An image or resemblance; a representation, either to the eye or to the mind; that which, by its likeness, brings vividly to mind some other thing; as, a child is the picture of his father; the man is
piebald ::: a. --> Having spots and patches of black and white, or other colors; mottled; pied.
Fig.: Mixed.
pipit ::: n. --> Any one of numerous species of small singing birds belonging to Anthus and allied genera, of the family Motacillidae. They strongly resemble the true larks in habits, colors, and the great length of the hind claw. They are, therefore, often called titlarks, and pipit larks.
pitta ::: n. --> Any one of a large group of bright-colored clamatorial birds belonging to Pitta, and allied genera of the family Pittidae. Most of the species are varied with three or more colors, such as blue, green, crimson, yellow, purple, and black. They are called also ground thrushes, and Old World ant thrushes; but they are not related to the true thrushes.
plastide ::: n. --> A formative particle of albuminous matter; a monad; a cytode. See the Note under Morphon.
One of the many minute granules found in the protoplasm of vegetable cells. They are divided by their colors into three classes, chloroplastids, chromoplastids, and leucoplastids.
pleochroism ::: n. --> The property possessed by some crystals, of showing different colors when viewed in the direction of different axes.
poecilitic ::: a. --> Mottled with various colors; variegated; spotted; -- said of certain rocks.
Specifically: Of or pertaining to, or characterizing, Triassic and Permian sandstones of red and other colors.
polychromate ::: n. --> A salt of a polychromic acid.
A compound which exhibits, or from which may be prepared, a variety of colors, as certain solutions derived from vegetables, which display colors by fluorescence.
polychromatic ::: a. --> Showing a variety, or a change, of colors.
polychromy ::: n. --> The art or practice of combining different colors, especially brilliant ones, in an artistic way.
prismatical ::: a. --> Resembling, or pertaining to, a prism; as, a prismatic form or cleavage.
Separated or distributed by a prism; formed by a prism; as, prismatic colors.
Same as Orthorhombic.
purple ::: 1. Any of a group of colors with a hue between that of violet and red. 2. Imperial, regal or princely.
purple ::: n. --> A color formed by, or resembling that formed by, a combination of the primary colors red and blue.
Cloth dyed a purple color, or a garment of such color; especially, a purple robe, worn as an emblem of rank or authority; specifically, the purple rode or mantle worn by Roman emperors as the emblem of imperial dignity; as, to put on the imperial purple.
Hence: Imperial sovereignty; royal rank, dignity, or favor; loosely and colloquially, any exalted station; great wealth.
quartz ::: n. --> A form of silica, or silicon dioxide (SiO2), occurring in hexagonal crystals, which are commonly colorless and transparent, but sometimes also yellow, brown, purple, green, and of other colors; also in cryptocrystalline massive forms varying in color and degree of transparency, being sometimes opaque.
quipu ::: n. --> A contrivance employed by the ancient Peruvians, Mexicans, etc., as a substitute for writing and figures, consisting of a main cord, from which hung at certain distances smaller cords of various colors, each having a special meaning, as silver, gold, corn, soldiers. etc. Single, double, and triple knots were tied in the smaller cords, representing definite numbers. It was chiefly used for arithmetical purposes, and to register important facts and events.
rainbow ::: n. --> A bow or arch exhibiting, in concentric bands, the several colors of the spectrum, and formed in the part of the hemisphere opposite to the sun by the refraction and reflection of the sun&
ranunculus ::: n. --> A genus of herbs, mostly with yellow flowers, including crowfoot, buttercups, and the cultivated ranunculi (R. Asiaticus, R. aconitifolius, etc.) in which the flowers are double and of various colors.
reentering ::: n. --> The process of applying additional colors, by applications of printing blocks, to patterns already partly colored.
sad ::: supperl. --> Sated; satisfied; weary; tired.
Heavy; weighty; ponderous; close; hard.
Dull; grave; dark; somber; -- said of colors.
Serious; grave; sober; steadfast; not light or frivolous.
Affected with grief or unhappiness; cast down with affliction; downcast; gloomy; mournful.
Afflictive; calamitous; causing sorrow; as, a sad
salute ::: v. t. --> To address, as with expressions of kind wishes and courtesy; to greet; to hail.
Hence, to give a sign of good will; to compliment by an act or ceremony, as a kiss, a bow, etc.
To honor, as some day, person, or nation, by a discharge of cannon or small arms, by dipping colors, by cheers, etc.
To promote the welfare and safety of; to benefit; to gratify.
saturation ::: n. --> The act of saturating, or the state of being saturating; complete penetration or impregnation.
The act, process, or result of saturating a substance, or of combining it to its fullest extent.
Freedom from mixture or dilution with white; purity; -- said of colors.
satyr ::: n. --> A sylvan deity or demigod, represented as part man and part goat, and characterized by riotous merriment and lasciviousness.
Any one of many species of butterflies belonging to the family Nymphalidae. Their colors are commonly brown and gray, often with ocelli on the wings. Called also meadow browns.
The orang-outang.
Secondary Qualities: Those sensible qualities which are "nothing in the objects themselves, but powers to produce various sensations in us by their primary qualities." This is the definition of John Locke. Such qualities (colors, sounds, tastes, smells) are distinguishable from primary in that they are highly variable, less constant. They appear in human consciousness in various forms, whereas the primary ones remain the same. See Primary Qualities. -- V.F.
Sensa: Plural of sensum (q.v.). The transitory particulars or objcctive constituents of perceptual situations that have spatial characteristics, colors, shapes, sizes, privacy and are body-dependent. (Broad) -- H.H.
sfumato ::: a. --> Having vague outlines, and colors and shades so mingled as to give a misty appearance; -- said of a painting.
show ::: v. t. --> To exhibit or present to view; to place in sight; to display; -- the thing exhibited being the object, and often with an indirect object denoting the person or thing seeing or beholding; as, to show a house; show your colors; shopkeepers show customers goods (show goods to customers).
To exhibit to the mental view; to tell; to disclose; to reveal; to make known; as, to show one&
skewbald ::: a. --> Marked with spots and patches of white and some color other than black; -- usually distinguished from piebald, in which the colors are properly white and black. Said of horses.
soot ::: n. --> A black substance formed by combustion, or disengaged from fuel in the process of combustion, which rises in fine particles, and adheres to the sides of the chimney or pipe conveying the smoke; strictly, the fine powder, consisting chiefly of carbon, which colors smoke, and which is the result of imperfect combustion. See Smoke. ::: v. t.
spectral ::: a. --> Of or pertaining to a specter; ghosty.
Of or pertaining to the spectrum; made by the spectrum; as, spectral colors; spectral analysis.
spectrophotometer ::: n. --> An instrument for measuring or comparing the intensites of the colors of the spectrum.
spinelle ::: n. --> A mineral occuring in octahedrons of great hardness and various colors, as red, green, blue, brown, and black, the red variety being the gem spinel ruby. It consist essentially of alumina and magnesia, but commonly contains iron and sometimes also chromium.
stain ::: v. t. --> To discolor by the application of foreign matter; to make foul; to spot; as, to stain the hand with dye; armor stained with blood.
To color, as wood, glass, paper, cloth, or the like, by processess affecting, chemically or otherwise, the material itself; to tinge with a color or colors combining with, or penetrating, the substance; to dye; as, to stain wood with acids, colored washes, paint rubbed in, etc.; to stain glass.
standard ::: n. --> A flag; colors; a banner; especially, a national or other ensign.
That which is established by authority as a rule for the measure of quantity, extent, value, or quality; esp., the original specimen weight or measure sanctioned by government, as the standard pound, gallon, or yard.
That which is established as a rule or model by authority, custom, or general consent; criterion; test.
stenciler ::: n. --> One who paints or colors in figures by means of stencil.
stereochromy ::: n. --> A style of painting on plastered walls or stone, in which the colors are rendered permanent by sprinklings of water, in which is mixed a proportion of soluble glass (a silicate of soda).
stipple ::: v. t. --> To engrave by means of dots, in distinction from engraving in lines.
To paint, as in water colors, by small, short touches which together produce an even or softly graded surface. ::: n. --> Alt. of Stippling
streak ::: v. t. --> To stretch; to extend; hence, to lay out, as a dead body.
To form streaks or stripes in or on; to stripe; to variegate with lines of a different color, or of different colors.
With it as an object: To run swiftly. ::: n.
striped ::: imp. & p. p. --> of Stripe ::: a. --> Having stripes of different colors; streaked.
stripe ::: n. --> A line, or long, narrow division of anything of a different color or structure from the ground; hence, any linear variation of color or structure; as, a stripe, or streak, of red on a green ground; a raised stripe.
A pattern produced by arranging the warp threads in sets of alternating colors, or in sets presenting some other contrast of appearance.
A strip, or long, narrow piece attached to something of a
tarsiatura ::: n. --> A kind of mosaic in woodwork, much employed in Italy in the fifteenth century and later, in which scrolls and arabesques, and sometimes architectural scenes, landscapes, fruits, flowers, and the like, were produced by inlaying pieces of wood of different colors and shades into panels usually of walnut wood.
tartan ::: n. --> Woolen cloth, checkered or crossbarred with narrow bands of various colors, much worn in the Highlands of Scotland; hence, any pattern of tartan; also, other material of a similar pattern.
A small coasting vessel, used in the Mediterranean, having one mast carrying large leteen sail, and a bowsprit with staysail or jib.
tawdry ::: superl. --> Bought at the festival of St. Audrey.
Very fine and showy in colors, without taste or elegance; having an excess of showy ornaments without grace; cheap and gaudy; as, a tawdry dress; tawdry feathers; tawdry colors. ::: n. --> A necklace of a rural fashion, bought at St. Audrey&
There is also a use of the terms "a value" and "values" which is intermediate between the two uses so far indicated, and which appears mainly in German writings. Here they refer to specific value-qualities (Werte) analogous to colors.
This first Sephirah contains involved within itself all the other nine Sephiroth, which it proceeds in regular serial order to emanate forth. It is considered in the Qabbalah as a sexless yet androgynous potency. Kether is original spiritual Light in comparison with divine Darkness or the absolute Light of ’eyn soph, this divine Darkness being beyond human conception and hence termed the Concealed of the Concealed — a title also applicable to Kether itself. Being the oldest or first of the Sephiroth it is termed the Most Holy Ancient One (‘Attiqa’ Qaddisha’), the Ancient of Days (‘Attiq Yomin), and the White Head (Reisha’ Hiwwara’) as containing within itself all colors. As head of the Sephirothal Tree, Kether is termed the Great Aspect, Macroprosopus, or Long Face (’Arich ’Anpin) as it contains all the attributes of the other nine Sephiroth. Its Divine Name is ’Ehyeh (I am), the first manifested existence or cosmic being. Applied to man, Kether is represented by the head. Its first emanation became the second Sephirah, Hochmah.
ticking ::: p. pr. & vb. n. --> of Tick ::: n. --> A strong, closely woven linen or cotton fabric, of which ticks for beds are made. It is usually twilled, and woven in stripes of different colors, as white and blue; -- called also ticken.
tinctorial ::: a. --> Of or relating to color or colors; imparting a color; as, tinctorial matter.
tincture ::: n. --> A tinge or shade of color; a tint; as, a tincture of red.
One of the metals, colors, or furs used in armory.
The finer and more volatile parts of a substance, separated by a solvent; an extract of a part of the substance of a body communicated to the solvent.
A solution (commonly colored) of medicinal substance in alcohol, usually more or less diluted; spirit containing medicinal substances in solution.
tint ::: n. --> A slight coloring.
A pale or faint tinge of any color.
A color considered with reference to other very similar colors; as, red and blue are different colors, but two shades of scarlet are different tints.
A shaded effect produced by the juxtaposition of many fine parallel lines.
trichroism ::: n. --> The quality possessed by some crystals of presenting different colors in three different directions.
trichromic ::: a. --> Of, pertaining to, or consisting of, three colors or color sensations.
Containing three atoms of chromium. html{color:
tricolored ::: a. --> Having three colors.
tricolor ::: n. --> The national French banner, of three colors, blue, white, and red, adopted at the first revolution.
Hence, any three-colored flag.
trogon ::: n. --> Any one of numerous species of beautiful tropical birds belonging to the family Trogonidae. They are noted for the brilliant colors and the resplendent luster of their plumage.
tweed ::: n. --> A soft and flexible fabric for men&
umber ::: n. --> A brown or reddish pigment used in both oil and water colors, obtained from certain natural clays variously colored by the oxides of iron and manganese. It is commonly heated or burned before being used, and is then called burnt umber; when not heated, it is called raw umber. See Burnt umber, below.
An umbrere.
See Grayling, 1.
An African wading bird (Scopus umbretta) allied to the
uncase ::: v. t. --> To take out of a case or covering; to remove a case or covering from; to uncover.
To strip; to flay.
To display, or spread to view, as a flag, or the colors of a military body.
underglaze ::: a. --> Applied under the glaze, that is, before the glaze, that is, before the glaze is put on; fitted to be so applied; -- said of colors in porcelain painting.
underwing ::: n. --> One of the posterior wings of an insect.
Any one of numerous species of noctuid moths belonging to Catocala and allied genera, in which the hind wings are banded with red and black or other conspicuous colors. Many of the species are called red underwing.
user-unctuous "jargon" (By analogy with {user-friendly} and {user-obsequious}) User-interfaces that attempt to soothe (or, some would say, stupify) users instead of cooperating with them. Common "features" of user-unctuous systems include: icons of happy faces; mellow colors; melodic sound effects or even mood music; help tips appearing unbidden and at unhelpful moments; and a cloying tone either in system messages ("Oops! I couldn't seem to find my old preferences file! I do think I'll have to make a new one! Please press OK to continue!") or in labelling of system components (such as the main hard drive being labelled "Your Hard Drive" -- or, with infantile pronoun-reversal, "My Hard Drive"). (1999-06-27)
variegated ::: imp. & p. p. --> of Variegate ::: a. --> Having marks or patches of different colors; as, variegated leaves, or flowers.
variegate ::: v. t. --> To diversify in external appearance; to mark with different colors; to dapple; to streak; as, to variegate a floor with marble of different colors.
variegation ::: n. --> The act of variegating or diversifying, or the state of being diversified, by different colors; diversity of colors.
various ::: a. --> Different; diverse; several; manifold; as, men of various names; various occupations; various colors.
Changeable; uncertain; inconstant; variable.
Variegated; diversified; not monotonous.
versicolored ::: a. --> Having various colors; changeable in color.
violet ::: n. --> Any plant or flower of the genus Viola, of many species. The violets are generally low, herbaceous plants, and the flowers of many of the species are blue, while others are white or yellow, or of several colors, as the pansy (Viola tricolor).
The color of a violet, or that part of the spectrum farthest from red. It is the most refrangible part of the spectrum.
In art, a color produced by a combination of red and blue in equal proportions; a bluish purple color.
vision ::: v. --> The act of seeing external objects; actual sight.
The faculty of seeing; sight; one of the five senses, by which colors and the physical qualities of external objects are appreciated as a result of the stimulating action of light on the sensitive retina, an expansion of the optic nerve.
That which is seen; an object of sight.
Especially, that which is seen otherwise than by the ordinary sight, or the rational eye; a supernatural, prophetic, or
vivid ::: a. --> True to the life; exhibiting the appearance of life or freshness; animated; spirited; bright; strong; intense; as, vivid colors.
Forming brilliant images, or painting in lively colors; lively; sprightly; as, a vivid imagination.
warmth ::: n. --> The quality or state of being warm; gentle heat; as, the warmth of the sun; the warmth of the blood; vital warmth.
A state of lively and excited interest; zeal; ardor; fervor; passion; enthusiasm; earnestness; as, the warmth of love or piety; he replied with much warmth.
The glowing effect which arises from the use of warm colors; hence, any similar appearance or effect in a painting, or work of color.
warrin ::: n. --> An Australian lorikeet (Trichoglossus multicolor) remarkable for the variety and brilliancy of its colors; -- called also blue-bellied lorikeet, and blue-bellied parrot.
washed ::: imp. & p. p. --> of Wash ::: a. --> Appearing as if overlaid with a thin layer of different color; -- said of the colors of certain birds and insects.
wash-off ::: a. --> Capable of being washed off; not permanent or durable; -- said of colors not fixed by steaming or otherwise.
water color ::: --> A color ground with water and gum or other glutinous medium; a color the vehicle of which is water; -- so called in distinction from oil color.
A picture painted with such colors.
water-colorist ::: n. --> One who paints in water colors.
weroole ::: n. --> An Australian lorikeet (Ptilosclera versicolor) noted for the variety of its colors; -- called also varied lorikeet.
White light is in the physical world resolvable into a spectrum or band of colors, and color is defined as a quality of visual perception depending on the wavelength of light. But according to theosophy we could see no color at all unless we had it in our mind from the first, and thus recognized the color outside because of its identity with what is within us. Still less could we resolve the continuous band into seven colors, as even infants can do. The physical stimuli merely evokes what is already in us, the latter recognizing what is objective outside us, causing a phenomenon of cognition to pass along the plane of the physical senses. This becomes more evident when we remember that color sense is relative, depending largely on contrast. Colors are light or sight in its septenary aspect; and color, sight, and light are used almost interchangeably in speaking of the evolution of the senses and their corresponding planes of prakriti.
white ::: superl. --> Reflecting to the eye all the rays of the spectrum combined; not tinted with any of the proper colors or their mixtures; having the color of pure snow; snowy; -- the opposite of black or dark; as, white paper; a white skin.
Destitute of color, as in the cheeks, or of the tinge of blood color; pale; pallid; as, white with fear.
Having the color of purity; free from spot or blemish, or from guilt or pollution; innocent; pure.
Wu chiao: The Five Teachings. See wu ch'ang. Wu hsing: The Five Agents, Elements or Powers of Water, Fire, Wood, Metal and Earth, the interaction of which gives rise to the multiplicity of things, and which have their correspondence in the five senses, tastes, colors, tones, the five virtues, the five atmospheric conditions, the five ancient emperors, etc. Also called wu te. (The Yin Yang School in the third and fourth centuries B. C. and the Han dynasty, especially Pan Ku, 32-92 A.D., and Tung Chung-shu, 177-104 B.C.) The Five Agents which are the five vital forces (ch'i) engendered by the transformation of yang, the active cosmic principle, and its union with yin, the passive cosmic principle, each with its specific nature. When the being of the Great Ultimate (T'ai Chi) and the essence of yin and yang come into mysterious union, determinate being ensues, with the heavenly principle, yang, constituting the male element and the earthly principle, yin, constituting the female element, giving rise to the myriad things. (Chou Lien-hsi, 1017-1073). The Five Constant Virtues. See wu ch'ang.
Wu hsing: In Chinese, the five elements (Water, Fire, Wood, Metal and Earth) which give rise to the multiplicity of things and which have their correspondence in the five senses, tastes, colors, tones, the five virtues, the five atmospheric conditions, the five ancient emperors, etc. The term is used also for the Five Agents which are the five vital forces (ch’i) engendered by the transformation of yang, the active cosmic principle, and its union with yin, the passive cosmic principle, each with its specific nature.
xanthic ::: a. --> Tending toward a yellow color, or to one of those colors, green being excepted, in which yellow is a constituent, as scarlet, orange, etc.
Possessing, imparting, or producing a yellow color; as, xanthic acid.
Of or pertaining to xanthic acid, or its compounds; xanthogenic.
Of or pertaining to xanthin.
xylography ::: n. --> The art of engraving on wood.
The art of making prints from the natural grain of wood.
A method pf printing in colors upon wood for purposes of house decoration.
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1 the last color to stand out was yellow because it is the most vivid of colors. That's why you have the Yellow Cab Company in the United States. At first they thought of making the cars scarlet. Then somebody found out that at night or when there was a fog that yellow stood out in a more vivid way than scarlet. So you have yellow cabs because anybody can pick them out. Now when I began to lose my eyesight
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1:Colors are the smiles of nature." ~ Leigh Hunt, @CharlesAFrancis, #KEYS
2:Colors are light's suffering and joy ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #KEYS
3:A red rose absorbs all colors but red; red is therefore the one color that it is not." ~ Aleister Crowley, The Book of Lies, #KEYS
4:And the third is CLARITY so that things with bright colors are said to be beautiful ~ Saint Thomas Aquinas, (ST 1.39.8)., @Aquinas_Quotes, #KEYS
5:A holy man used to look at a glass prism and smile. He could see various colors, yet he knew these colors were false just as the world is. ~ Sri Ramakrishna, @OmRamaKrishna, #KEYS
6:One Thread Only
One thread, one thread only!
Warp and woof, quill and shuttle,
countless cloths and colors,
a thousand hanks and skeins with ten thousand names
ten thousand places.
But there is one thread only.
~ Bulleh Shah,#KEYS
7:I see a time of Seven Generations when all the colors of mankind will gather under the Sacred Tree of Life and the whole earth will become One Circle again." ~ Crazy Horse, (c. 1840-1877), a Native American war leader of the Sioux in the 19th century, Wikipedia., @aax9, #KEYS
8:See fault in others and you will discover an endless stream. Embrace all life as perfect, until faults become distinctions to be set free. And though the divided mind will sketch lines & choose sides, the heart holds the colors to fill the spaces left behind." ~ Phoenix Desmond, @aax9, #KEYS
9:The number 11, according to Crowley, is "the general Number of Magick, or Energy tending towards Change". The change is precisely the transition from one dimension to another signalized by the changing colors of the Shining Ones as they pass through the gateway of death to reappear in another dimension. The death of Osiris symbolizes the change. Furthermore eleven denotes the One behind the Ten. ~ Kenneth Grant, Outer Gateways, #KEYS
10:Einstein's breakthrough was classic in that it sought to unify the elements of a physical analysis, and it placed the older examples and principles within a broader framework. But it was revolutionary in that, ever afterward, we have thought differently about space and time, matter and energy. Space and time-no more absolute-have become forms of intuition that cannot be divorced from perspective or consciousness, anymore than can the colors of the world or the length of a shadow. As the philosopher Ernst Cassirer commented, in relativity, the conception of constancy and absoluteness of the elements is abandoned to give permanence and necessity to the laws instead. ~ Howard Gardner, #KEYS
11:When I began to lose my sight, the last color I saw, or the last color, rather, that stood out, because of course now I know that your coat is not the same color as this table or of the woodwork behind you~the last color to stand out was yellow because it is the most vivid of colors. That's why you have the Yellow Cab Company in the United States. At first they thought of making the cars scarlet. Then somebody found out that at night or when there was a fog that yellow stood out in a more vivid way than scarlet. So you have yellow cabs because anybody can pick them out. Now when I began to lose my eyesight, when the world began to fade away from me, there was a time among my friends… well they made, they poked fun at me because I was always wearing yellow neckties. Then they thought I really liked yellow, although it really was too glaring. I said, 'Yes, to you, but not to me, because it is the only color I can see, practically!' I live in a gray world, rather like the silver-screen world. But yellow stands out. ~ Jorge Luis Borges, @JoshuaOakley, #KEYS
12:Over and over again I sail towards joy, which is never in the room with me, but always near me, across the way, like those rooms full of gayety one sees from the street, or the gayety in the street one sees from a window. Will I ever reach joy? It hides behind the turning merry-go-round of the traveling circus. As soon as I approach it, it is no longer joy. Joy is a foam, an illumination. I am poorer and hungrier for the want of it. When I am in the dance, joy is outside in the elusive garden. When I am in the garden, I hear it exploding from the house. When I am traveling, joy settles like an aurora borealis over the land I leave. When I stand on the shore I see it bloom on the flag of a departing ship. What joy? Have I not possessed it? I want the joy of simple colors, street organs, ribbons, flags, not a joy that takes my breath away and throws me into space alone where no one else can breathe with me, not the joy that comes from a lonely drunkenness. There are so many joys, but I have only known the ones that come like a miracle, touching everything with light. ~ Anais Nin, @JoshuaOakley, #KEYS
13:I have a friend who's an artist and has sometimes taken a view which I don't agree with very well. He'll hold up a flower and say "look how beautiful it is," and I'll agree. Then he says "I as an artist can see how beautiful this is but you as a scientist take this all apart and it becomes a dull thing," and I think that he's kind of nutty. First of all, the beauty that he sees is available to other people and to me too, I believe. Although I may not be quite as refined aesthetically as he is ... I can appreciate the beauty of a flower. At the same time, I see much more about the flower than he sees. I could imagine the cells in there, the complicated actions inside, which also have a beauty. I mean it's not just beauty at this dimension, at one centimeter; there's also beauty at smaller dimensions, the inner structure, also the processes. The fact that the colors in the flower evolved in order to attract insects to pollinate it is interesting; it means that insects can see the color. It adds a question: does this aesthetic sense also exist in the lower forms? Why is it aesthetic? All kinds of interesting questions which the science knowledge only adds to the excitement, the mystery and the awe of a flower. It only adds. I don't understand how it subtracts. ~ Richard P Feynman, #KEYS
14:INVOCATION
The ultimate invocation, that of Kia, cannot be performed. The paradox is that as Kia has no dualized qualities, there are no attributes by which to invoke it. To give it one quality is merely to deny it another. As an observant dualistic being once said:
I am that I am not.
Nevertheless, the magician may need to make some rearrangements or additions to what he is. Metamorphosis may be pursued by seeking that which one is not, and transcending both in mutual annihilation. Alternatively, the process of invocation may be seen as adding to the magician's psyche any elements which are missing. It is true that the mind must be finally surrendered as one enters fully into Chaos, but a complete and balanced psychocosm is more easily surrendered.
The magical process of shuffling beliefs and desires attendant upon the process of invocation also demonstrates that one's dominant obsessions or personality are quite arbitrary, and hence more easily banished.
There are many maps of the mind (psychocosms), most of which are inconsistent, contradictory, and based on highly fanciful theories. Many use the symbology of god forms, for all mythology embodies a psychology. A complete mythic pantheon resumes all of man's mental characteristics. Magicians will often use a pagan pantheon of gods as the basis for invoking some particular insight or ability, as these myths provide the most explicit and developed formulation of the particular idea's extant. However it is possible to use almost anything from the archetypes of the collective unconscious to the elemental qualities of alchemy.
If the magician taps a deep enough level of power, these forms may manifest with sufficient force to convince the mind of the objective existence of the god. Yet the aim of invocation is temporary possession by the god, communication from the god, and manifestation of the god's magical powers, rather than the formation of religious cults.
The actual method of invocation may be described as a total immersion in the qualities pertaining to the desired form. One invokes in every conceivable way. The magician first programs himself into identity with the god by arranging all his experiences to coincide with its nature. In the most elaborate form of ritual he may surround himself with the sounds, smells, colors, instruments, memories, numbers, symbols, music, and poetry suggestive of the god or quality. Secondly he unites his life force to the god image with which he has united his mind. This is accomplished with techniques from the gnosis. Figure 5 shows some examples of maps of the mind. Following are some suggestions for practical ritual invocation.
~ Peter J Carroll, Liber Null,#KEYS
15:Apotheosis ::: One of the most powerful and beloved of the Bodhisattvas of the Mahayana Buddhism of Tibet, China, and Japan is the Lotus Bearer, Avalokiteshvara, "The Lord Looking Down in Pity," so called because he regards with compassion all sentient creatures suffering the evils of existence. To him goes the millionfold repeated prayer of the prayer wheels and temple gongs of Tibet: Om mani padme hum, "The jewel is in the lotus." To him go perhaps more prayers per minute than to any single divinity known to man; for when, during his final life on earth as a human being, he shattered for himself the bounds of the last threshold (which moment opened to him the timelessness of the void beyond the frustrating mirage-enigmas of the named and bounded cosmos), he paused: he made a vow that before entering the void he would bring all creatures without exception to enlightenment; and since then he has permeated the whole texture of existence with the divine grace of his assisting presence, so that the least prayer addressed to him, throughout the vast spiritual empire of the Buddha, is graciously heard. Under differing forms he traverses the ten thousand worlds, and appears in the hour of need and prayer. He reveals himself in human form with two arms, in superhuman forms with four arms, or with six, or twelve, or a thousand, and he holds in one of his left hands the lotus of the world.
Like the Buddha himself, this godlike being is a pattern of the divine state to which the human hero attains who has gone beyond the last terrors of ignorance. "When the envelopment of consciousness has been annihilated, then he becomes free of all fear, beyond the reach of change." This is the release potential within us all, and which anyone can attain-through herohood; for, as we read: "All things are Buddha-things"; or again (and this is the other way of making the same statement) : "All beings are without self."
The world is filled and illumined by, but does not hold, the Bodhisattva ("he whose being is enlightenment"); rather, it is he who holds the world, the lotus. Pain and pleasure do not enclose him, he encloses them-and with profound repose. And since he is what all of us may be, his presence, his image, the mere naming of him, helps. "He wears a garland of eight thousand rays, in which is seen fully reflected a state of perfect beauty.
The color of his body is purple gold. His palms have the mixed color of five hundred lotuses, while each finger tip has eighty-four thousand signet-marks, and each mark eighty-four thousand colors; each color has eighty-four thousand rays which are soft and mild and shine over all things that exist. With these jewel hands he draws and embraces all beings. The halo surrounding his head is studded with five hundred Buddhas, miraculously transformed, each attended by five hundred Bodhisattvas, who are attended, in turn, by numberless gods. And when he puts his feet down to the ground, the flowers of diamonds and jewels that are scattered cover everything in all directions. The color of his face is gold. While in his towering crown of gems stands a Buddha, two hundred and fifty miles high." - Amitayur-Dhyana Sutra, 19; ibid., pp. 182-183. ~ Joseph Campbell, The Hero with a Thousand Faces, Apotheosis,#KEYS
16:STAGE TWO: THE CHONYID
The Chonyid is the period of the appearance of the peaceful and wrathful deities-that is to say, the subtle realm, the Sambhogakaya. When the Clear Light of the causal realm is resisted and contracted against, then that Reality is transformed into the primordial seed forms of the peaceful deities (ishtadevas of the subtle sphere), and these in turn, if resisted and denied, are transformed into the wrathful deities.
The peaceful deities appear first: through seven successive substages, there appear various forms of the tathagatas, dakinis, and vidyadharas, all accompanied by the most dazzlingly brilliant colors and aweinspiring suprahuman sounds. One after another, the divine visions, lights, and subtle luminous sounds cascade through awareness. They are presented, given, to the individual openly, freely, fully, and completely: visions of God in almost painful intensity and brilliance.
How the individual handles these divine visions and sounds (nada) is of the utmost significance, because each divine scenario is accompanied by a much less intense vision, by a region of relative dullness and blunted illuminations. These concomitant dull and blunted visions represent the first glimmerings of the world of samsara, of the six realms of egoic grasping, of the dim world of duality and fragmentation and primitive forms of low-level unity.
According to the Thotrol. most individuals simply recoil in the face of these divine illuminations- they contract into less intense and more manageable forms of experience. Fleeing divine illumination, they glide towards the fragmented-and thus less intense-realm of duality and multiplicity. But it's not just that they recoil against divinity-it is that they are attracted to the lower realms, drawn to them, and find satisfaction in them. The Thotrol says they are actually "attracted to the impure lights." As we have put it, these lower realms are substitute gratifications. The individual thinks that they are just what he wants, these lower realms of denseness. But just because these realms are indeed dimmer and less intense, they eventually prove to be worlds without bliss, without illumination, shot through with pain and suffering. How ironic: as a substitute for God, individuals create and latch onto Hell, known as samsara, maya, dismay. In Christian theology it is said that the flames of Hell are God's love (Agape) denied.
Thus the message is repeated over and over again in the Chonyid stage: abide in the lights of the Five Wisdoms and subtle tathagatas, look not at the duller lights of samsara. of the six realms, of safe illusions and egoic dullness. As but one example:
Thereupon, because of the power of bad karma, the glorious blue light of the Wisdom of the Dharmadhatu will produce in thee fear and terror, and thou wilt wish to flee from it. Thou wilt begat a fondness for the dull white light of the devas [one of the lower realms].
At this stage, thou must not be awed by the divine blue light which will appear shining, dazzling, and glorious; and be not startled by it. That is the light of the Tathagata called the Light of the Wisdom of the Dharmadhatu.
Be not fond of the dull white light of the devas. Be not attached to it; be not weak. If thou be attached to it, thou wilt wander into the abodes of the devas and be drawn into the whirl of the Six Lokas.
The point is this: ''If thou are frightened by the pure radiances of Wisdom and attracted by the impure lights of the Six Lokas [lower realms], then thou wilt assume a body in any of the Six Lokas and suffer samsaric miseries; and thou wilt never be emancipated from the Ocean of Samsara, wherein thou wilt be whirled round and round and made to taste the sufferings thereof."
But here is what is happening: in effect, we are seeing the primal and original form of the Atman project in its negative and contracting aspects. In this second stage (the Chonyid), there is already some sort of boundary in awareness, there is already some sort of subject-object duality superimposed upon the original Wholeness and Oneness of the Chikhai Dharmakaya. So now there is boundary-and wherever there is boundary, there is the Atman project. ~ Ken Wilber, The Atman Project, 129,#KEYS
17:64 Arts
1. Geet vidya: art of singing.
2. Vadya vidya: art of playing on musical instruments.
3. Nritya vidya: art of dancing.
4. Natya vidya: art of theatricals.
5. Alekhya vidya: art of painting.
6. Viseshakacchedya vidya: art of painting the face and body with color
7. Tandulakusumabalivikara: art of preparing offerings from rice and flowers.
8. Pushpastarana: art of making a covering of flowers for a bed.
9. Dasanavasanangaraga: art of applying preparations for cleansing the teeth, cloths and painting the body.
10. Manibhumikakarma: art of making the groundwork of jewels.
11. Aayyaracana: art of covering the bed.
12. Udakavadya: art of playing on music in water.
13. Udakaghata: art of splashing with water.
14. Citrayoga: art of practically applying an admixture of colors.
15. Malyagrathanavikalpa: art of designing a preparation of wreaths.
16. Sekharapidayojana: art of practically setting the coronet on the head.
17. Nepathyayoga: art of practically dressing in the tiring room.
18. Karnapatrabhanga: art of decorating the tragus of the ear.
19. Sugandhayukti: art of practical application of aromatics.
20. Bhushanayojana: art of applying or setting ornaments.
21. Aindrajala: art of juggling.
22. Kaucumara: a kind of art.
23. Hastalaghava: art of sleight of hand.
24. Citrasakapupabhakshyavikarakriya: art of preparing varieties of delicious food.
25. Panakarasaragasavayojana: art of practically preparing palatable drinks and tinging draughts with red color.
26. Sucivayakarma: art of needleworks and weaving.
27. Sutrakrida: art of playing with thread.
28. Vinadamurakavadya: art of playing on lute and small drum.
29. Prahelika: art of making and solving riddles.
30. Durvacakayoga: art of practicing language difficult to be answered by others.
31. Pustakavacana: art of reciting books.
32. Natikakhyayikadarsana: art of enacting short plays and anecdotes.
33. Kavyasamasyapurana: art of solving enigmatic verses.
34. Pattikavetrabanavikalpa: art of designing preparation of shield, cane and arrows.
35. Tarkukarma: art of spinning by spindle.
36. Takshana: art of carpentry.
37. Vastuvidya: art of engineering.
38. Raupyaratnapariksha: art of testing silver and jewels.
39. Dhatuvada: art of metallurgy.
40. Maniraga jnana: art of tinging jewels.
41. Akara jnana: art of mineralogy.
42. Vrikshayurvedayoga: art of practicing medicine or medical treatment, by herbs.
43. Meshakukkutalavakayuddhavidhi: art of knowing the mode of fighting of lambs, cocks and birds.
44. Sukasarikapralapana: art of maintaining or knowing conversation between male and female cockatoos.
45. Utsadana: art of healing or cleaning a person with perfumes.
46. Kesamarjanakausala: art of combing hair.
47. Aksharamushtikakathana: art of talking with fingers.
48. Dharanamatrika: art of the use of amulets.
49. Desabhashajnana: art of knowing provincial dialects.
50. Nirmitijnana: art of knowing prediction by heavenly voice.
51. Yantramatrika: art of mechanics.
52. Mlecchitakutarkavikalpa: art of fabricating barbarous or foreign sophistry.
53. Samvacya: art of conversation.
54. Manasi kavyakriya: art of composing verse
55. Kriyavikalpa: art of designing a literary work or a medical remedy.
56. Chalitakayoga: art of practicing as a builder of shrines called after him.
57. Abhidhanakoshacchandojnana: art of the use of lexicography and meters.
58. Vastragopana: art of concealment of cloths.
59. Dyutavisesha: art of knowing specific gambling.
60. Akarshakrida: art of playing with dice or magnet.
61. Balakakridanaka: art of using children's toys.
62. Vainayiki vidya: art of enforcing discipline.
63. Vaijayiki vidya: art of gaining victory.
64. Vaitaliki vidya: art of awakening master with music at dawn.
~ Nik Douglas and Penny Slinger, Sexual Secrets,#KEYS
18:the colors of dawn
have changed
to autumn
~ Kobayashi Issa, @BashoSociety#KEYS
1:I like honest men of all colors. ~ napoleon-bonaparte, @wisdomtrove 2:Colors express the main psychic functions of man. ~ carl-jung, @wisdomtrove 3:Attitude is a paintbrush. It colors everything! ~ antoine-de-saint-exupery, @wisdomtrove 4:Colors are the deeds and sufferings of light. ~ johann-wolfgang-von-goethe, @wisdomtrove 5:Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions. ~ pablo-picasso, @wisdomtrove 6:I simply try to put down colors which render my sensation. ~ henri-matisse, @wisdomtrove 7:The world speaks to me in colors, my soul answers in music. ~ rabindranath-tagore, @wisdomtrove 8:Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do. ~ elizabeth-barrett-browning, @wisdomtrove 9:I've been forty years discovering that the queen of all colors is black. ~ henri-matisse, @wisdomtrove 10:I am also a painter. I paint the hearts of people with colors of spirituality. ~ meher-baba, @wisdomtrove 11:My pictures are made up of four or five colors that collide with one another. ~ henri-matisse, @wisdomtrove 12:Slavery was never abolished, it was only extended to include all the colors. ~ charles-bukowski, @wisdomtrove 13:My school colors were clear. We used to say, & 14:Whatever colors you have in your mind, I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine. ~ bob-dylan, @wisdomtrove 15:There are only 3 colors, 10 digits, and 7 notes; its what we do with them that's important. ~ jim-rohn, @wisdomtrove 16:A little amateur painting in water colors shows the innocent and the quiet mind. ~ robert-louis-stevenson, @wisdomtrove 17:Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood. ~ henry-wadsworth-longfellow, @wisdomtrove 18:We must show our Christian colors, if we are to be true to Jesus Christ. We cannot remain silent or concede everything away. ~ c-s-lewis, @wisdomtrove 19:Subtle astral colors... are hidden in everything around you. Could you but see, you would be amazed at their beauty. ~ paramahansa-yogananda, @wisdomtrove 20:Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint. ~ pablo-picasso, @wisdomtrove 21:She knew that she could not have reached this white serenity except as the sum of all the colors, of all the violence she had known. ~ ayn-rand, @wisdomtrove 22:I cannot pretend to be impartial about the colors. I rejoice with the brilliant ones and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns. ~ winston-churchill, @wisdomtrove 23:The use of expressive colors is felt to be one of the basic elements of the modern mentality, an historical necessity, beyond choice. ~ henri-matisse, @wisdomtrove 24:Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day. ~ elizabeth-barrett-browning, @wisdomtrove 25:My choice of colors does not rest on any scientific theory, it is based on observation, on feeling, on the experience of my sensibility. ~ henri-matisse, @wisdomtrove 26:There are as many worlds as there are kinds of days, and as an opal changes its colors and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I. ~ john-steinbeck, @wisdomtrove 27:I want a red to be sonorous, to sound like a bell. If it doesn't turn out that way, I add more reds and other colors until I get it. ~ pierre-auguste-renoir, @wisdomtrove 28:It is not enough to place colors, however beautiful, one beside the other; colors must also react on one another. Otherwise, you have cacophony. ~ henri-matisse, @wisdomtrove 29:It would be like describing colors to someone blind from birth: The words might be understood, but the concept would remain mysterious and private. ~ nicholas-sparks, @wisdomtrove 30:I think colors are miraculous. We live in a universe that is extremely creative and magical. We become happier as we appreciate these things in nature. ~ alice-walker, @wisdomtrove 31:Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. ~ rainer-maria-rilke, @wisdomtrove 32:Purer colors... have in themselves, independently of the objects they serve to express, a significant action on the feelings of those who look at them. ~ henri-matisse, @wisdomtrove 33:Both light and dark are eternity. Human beings assign relative values to colors, but beyond the relative, there just is - what in Zen we call "suchness". ~ frederick-lenz, @wisdomtrove 34:From the moment I held the box of colors in my hands, I knew this was my life. I threw myself into it like a beast that plunges towards the thing it loves. ~ henri-matisse, @wisdomtrove 35:He wanted to appear suddenly to her in novel and heroic colors. He wanted to stir her from that casualness she showed toward everything except herself. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove 36:What is the root of all these words? One thing: Love. But a love so deep and sweet it needed to express itself with scents, sounds, colors that never before existed. ~ hafez, @wisdomtrove 37:Each individual has their own unique color, which shines faintly around the contours of their body. Like a halo. Or a backlight. I'm able to see those colors clearly. ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove 38:God, the Master Weaver. He stretches the yarn and intertwines the colors, the ragged twine with the velvet strings, the pains with the pleasures. Nothing escapes his reach. ~ max-lucado, @wisdomtrove 39:Today is your day to paint life in bold colors; set today's rhythm with your heart-drum; walk today's march with courage; create today as your celebration of life. ~ jonathan-lockwood-huie, @wisdomtrove 40:The truth is you never can leave home. You take it with you everywhere you go. It's under your skin. It moves the tongue or slows it, colors the thinking, impedes upon the logic. ~ maya-angelou, @wisdomtrove 41:Live and let live, believe and let believe. & 42:The rational is apprehended through the intellect, however, the intellect is not found in the region of the rational; the intellect is as the eye and the rational as the colors. ~ nicholas-of-cusa, @wisdomtrove 43:As flowers always wear their own colors and give forth their own fragrance every day alike, so should Christians maintain their character at all times and under all circumstances. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove 44:Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple. ~ henry-wadsworth-longfellow, @wisdomtrove 45:All you can ever achieve is a sense of your soul. You gain little glimpses of its light, colors, and contours. You feel the inspiration of its possibilities and the wonder of its mysteries. ~ john-odonohue, @wisdomtrove 46:Romance and novel paint beauty in colors more charming than nature, and describe a happiness that humans never taste. How deceptive and destructive are those pictures of consummate bliss! ~ oliver-goldsmith, @wisdomtrove 47:I am at the Continental Divide with the astral beings. They're most beautiful. They're most luminous. They have many shapes and sometimes their shape changes constantly, All kinds of colors. ~ frederick-lenz, @wisdomtrove 48:You don't want a million answers as much as you want a few forever questions. The questions are diamonds you hold in the light. Study a lifetime and you see different colors from the same jewel. ~ richard-bach, @wisdomtrove 49:Whenever I have knocked, a door has opened. Wherever I have wandered, a path has appeared. I have been helped, supported, encouraged and nurtured by people of all races, creeds, colors and dreams. ~ alice-walker, @wisdomtrove 50:Albert Durer, the famous painter, used to say he had no pleasure in pictures that were painted with many colors, but in those which were painted with a choice simplicity. So it is with me as to sermons. ~ martin-luther, @wisdomtrove 51:October is nature's funeral month. Nature glories in death more than in life. The month of departure is more beautiful than the month of coming - October than May. Every green thin loves to die in bright colors. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove 52:Language as a real thing is not imitation either of sounds or colors or emotions it is an intellectual recreation and there is nopossible doubt about it and it is going to go on being that as long as humanity is anything. ~ gertrude-stein, @wisdomtrove 53:HELPED are those who love all the colors of all the human beings, as they love all the colors of the animals and plants; none of their children, nor any of their ancestors, nor any parts of themselves, shall be hidden from them. ~ alice-walker, @wisdomtrove 54:Energy follows thought; we move toward, but not beyond, what we can imagine. What we assume, expect, or believe creates and colors our experience. By expanding our deepest beliefs about what is possible, we change our experience of life. ~ dan-millman, @wisdomtrove 55:There is no one standard of beauty. Beauty comes in all shapes, all sizes, all forms, all colors. You are beautiful as you are. Stop trying to conform to the image of beauty constructed by the society and embrace the beauty that is you. ~ celestine-chua, @wisdomtrove 56:It is exactly in the repetition of the exercises that the education of the senses exists; not that the child shall know colors, forms or qualities, but that he refine his senses through an exercise of attention, comparison and judgment. ~ maria-montessori, @wisdomtrove 57:I like to shop. I don't always buy things when I shop, but I think it's fun to go out and look at the worlds of colors. I love to roam through supermarkets. I am a great lover of household products. I particularly like the packaging of cereal boxes. ~ frederick-lenz, @wisdomtrove 58:Literature is the noblest of all the arts. Music dies on the air, or at best exists only as a memory; oratory ceases with the effort; the painter's colors fade and the canvas rots; the marble is dragged from its pedestal and is broken into fragments. ~ elbert-hubbard, @wisdomtrove 59:The little may contrast with the great, in painting, but cannot be said to be contrary to it. Oppositions of colors contrast; but there are also colors contrary to each other, that is, which produce an ill effect because they shock the eye when brought very near it. ~ voltaire, @wisdomtrove 60:There is a paradise of form and colors in the world. And because you have eyes still in good condition, you can get in touch with the paradise. So when I become aware of my eyes, I touch one of the conditions of happiness. And when I touch it, happiness comes. ~ thich-nhat-hanh, @wisdomtrove 61:I cannot copy nature in a servile way; I am forced to interpret nature and submit it to the spirit of the picture. From the relationship I have found in all the tones there must result a living harmony of colors, a harmony analogous to that of a musical composition. ~ henri-matisse, @wisdomtrove 62:To evoke in oneself a feeling one has once experienced, and having evoked it in oneself, then by means of movements, lines, colors, sounds, or forms expressed through words, so to convey this so that others may experience the same feeling - this is the activity of art. ~ leo-tolstoy, @wisdomtrove 63:We can make a little order where we are, and then the big sweep of history on which we can have no effect doesn't overwhelm us. We do it with colors, with a garden, with the furnishings of a room, or with sounds and words. We make a little form, and we gain composure. ~ robert-frost, @wisdomtrove 64:From the mingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight, Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow, So warm with light his blended colors glow. . . . . The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring. ~ lord-byron, @wisdomtrove 65:There are good men and bad men of all nationalities, creeds and colors; and if this world of ours is ever to become what we hope some day it may become, it must be by the general recognition that the man's heart and soul, the man's worth and actions, determine his standing. ~ theodore-roosevelt, @wisdomtrove 66:Melody and harmony are like lines and colors in pictures. A simple linear picture may be completely beautiful; the introduction of color may make it vague and insignificant. Yet color may, by combination with lines, create great pictures, so long as it does not smother and destroy their value. ~ rabindranath-tagore, @wisdomtrove 67:When I was a kid I believed everything I was told, everything I read, and every dispatch sent out by my own overheated imagination. This made for more than a few sleepless nights, but it also filled the world I lived in with colors and textures I would not have traded for a lifetime of restful nights. ~ stephen-king, @wisdomtrove 68:This whole which is visible in different ways in bodies, as far as formation, constitution, appearance, colors and other properties and common qualities, is none other than the diverse face of the same substance a changeable, mobile face, subject to decay, of an immobile, permanent and eternal being. ~ giordano-bruno, @wisdomtrove 69:Words in the mind are like colors on the palette of the artist. The more colors we have access to, the easier it is to create a captivating picture on the canvas, and the more practice we give to using those many colors appropriately and uniquely, the more likely we will be to create a masterpiece of self expression. ~ jim-rohn, @wisdomtrove 70:Every green thing loves to die in bright colors. The vegetable cohorts march glowing out of the year in flaming dresses, as if to leave this earth were a triumph and not a sadness. It is never nature that is sad, but only we, that dare not look back on the past, and that have not its prophecy of the future in our bosoms. ~ henry-ward-beecher, @wisdomtrove 71:I play these [folk acoustic] concerts and I ask myself, & 72:Awareness is that state of mind which takes in everything-the crows flying across the sky, the flowers on the trees, the people sitting in front, the colors they are wearing - being extensively aware, which needs watching, observing, taking in the shape of the leaf, the shape of the trunk, the shape of the head of another, what he is doing. ~ jiddu-krishnamurti, @wisdomtrove 73:There are not more than five musical notes, yet the combinations of these five give rise to more melodies than can ever be heard.There are not more than five primary colors, yet in combination they produce more hues than can ever been seen.There are not more than five cardinal tastes, yet combinations of them yield more flavors than can ever be tasted. ~ sun-tzu, @wisdomtrove 74:Each band or level, being a particular manifestation of the spectrum, is what it is only by virtue of the other bands. The color blue is no less beautiful because it exists along side the other colors of a rainbow, and "blueness" itself depends upon the existence of the other colors, for if there were no color but blue, we would never be able to see it. ~ ken-wilber, @wisdomtrove 75:You end up exhausted and spent, but later, in retrospect, you realize what it all was for. The parts fall into place, and you can see the whole picture and finally understand the role each individual part plays. The dawn comes, the sky grows light, and the colors and shapes of the roofs of houses, which you could only glimpse vaguely before, come into focus. ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove 76:Each band or level, being a particular manifestation of the electromagnetic spectrum, is what it is only by virtue of the other bands. The color blue is no less beautiful because it exits along side the other colors of a rainbow, and blueness itself depends upon the existence of the other colors, for if there were no color but blue, we would never be able to see it. ~ ken-wilber, @wisdomtrove 77:It is a poor thing to strike our colors to God when the ship is going down under us; a poor thing to come to Him as a last resort, to offer up & 78:She stood before him and surrendered herself to him and sky, forest, and brook all came toward him in new and resplendent colors, belonged to him, and spoke to him in his own language. And instead of merely winning a woman he embraced the entire world and every star in heaven glowed within him and sparkled with joy in his soul. He had loved and had found himself. But most people love to lose themselves. ~ hermann-hesse, @wisdomtrove 79:We can step out of our small sense of self and awaken to this reality. One of the reasons people get confused about freedom, enlightenment, and liberation is because this awakened consciousness has different facets or different dimensions, a bit like a crystal. If you hold this luminous crystal up to the light and turn it, it will take a beam of white light and refract it into the many colors of the spectrum. ~ jack-kornfield, @wisdomtrove 80:Even as a child, she had preferred night to day, had enjoyed sitting out in the yard after sunset, under the star-speckled sky listening to frogs and crickets. Darkness soothed. It softened the sharp edges of the world, toned down the too-harsh colors. With the coming of twilight, the sky seemed to recede; the universe expanded. The night was bigger than the day, and in its realm, life seemed to have more possibilities. ~ dean-koontz, @wisdomtrove 81:For Christianity is a fighting religion. It thinks God has made the world- that space and time, heat and cold, and all the colors and tastes, and all the animals and vegetables, are things that God & 82:As for those who think the Arab world promises freedom, the briefest study of its routine traditional treatment of blacks (slavery) and women (purdah) will provide relief from all illusion. If Malcolm X had been a black woman his last message to the world would have been entirely different. The brotherhood of Moslem men-all colors-may exist there, but part of the glue that holds them together is the thorough suppression of women. ~ alice-walker, @wisdomtrove 83:What was it, he wondered for the hundredth time, that enabled Pastor Harris to hear the answers in his heart? What did he mean when he said he felt God's presence? Steve supposed he could ask Pastor Harris directly, but he doubted that would do any good. How could anyone explain such a thing? It would be like describing colors to someone blind from birth: The words might be understood, but the concept would remain mysterious and private. ~ nicholas-sparks, @wisdomtrove 84:Three weeks ago, he'd seen hail fall from the sky, only to be followed minutes later by a spectacular rainbow that seemed to frame the azalea bushes. The colors, so vivid they seemed almost alive, made him think that nature sometimes sends us signs, that it's important to remember that joy can always follow despair. But a moment later, the rainbow had vanished and the hail returned, and he realized that joy was sometimes only an illusion. ~ nicholas-sparks, @wisdomtrove 85:Love of colors bewilders the eye and it fails to see right. Love of harmonies bewitches the ear, and it loses its true hearing. Love of perfumes fills the head with dizziness. Love of flavors ruins the taste. Desires unsettle the heart until the original nature runs amok. These five are enemies of true life. Yet these are what men of discernment claim to live for. They are not what I live for. If this is life, then pigeons in a cage have found happiness! ~ zhuangzi, @wisdomtrove 86:Think of a world of people born blind who, therefore, know only those objects and relations that exist through the sense of touch. Go among them, and speak to them of colors and the other relations that exist only through light and for the sense of sight. You will convey nothing to their minds, and this will be the more fortunate if they tell you so, for you will then quickly notice your mistake and, if unable to open their eyes, you will cease talking in vain . . . . ~ rudolf-steiner, @wisdomtrove 87:. . . the fools of this world prefer to look for sages far away. They don't believe that the wisdom of their own mind is the sage . . . the sutras say, "Mind is the teaching." But people of no understanding don't believe in their own mind or that by understanding this teaching they can become a sage. They prefer to look for distant knowledge and long for things in space, buddha-images, light, incense, and colors. They fall prey to falsehood and lose their minds to insanity. ~ bodhidharma, @wisdomtrove 88:I was twenty-one at the time, about to turn twenty-two. No prospect of graduating soon, and yet no reason to quit school. Caught in the most curiously depressing circumstances. For months I'd been stuck, unable to take one step in any new direction. The world kept moving on; I alone was at a standstill. In the autumn, everything took on a desolate cast, the colors swiftly fading before my eyes. The sunlight, the smell of the grass, the faintest patter of rain, everything got on my nerves. ~ haruki-murakami, @wisdomtrove 89:Man knows that there are in the soul tints more bewildering, more numberless, and more nameless that the colors of an autumn forest... .Yet he seriously believes that these things can every one of them , in all their tones and semi-tones, in all their blends and unions, be accurately represented by an arbitrary system of grunts and squeals. He believes that an ordinary civilized stockbroker can really produce out of his own inside noises which denote all the mysteries of memory and all the agonies of desire. ~ g-k-chesterton, @wisdomtrove 90:It is sometimes said that scientists are unromantic, that their passion to figure out robs the world of beauty and mystery. But is it not stirring to understand how the world actually works — that white light is made of colors, that color is the way we perceive the wavelengths of light, that transparent air reflects light, that in so doing it discriminates among the waves, and that the sky is blue for the same reason that the sunset is red? It does no harm to the romance of the sunset to know a little bit about it. ~ carl-sagan, @wisdomtrove 91:Once in those very early days my brother brought into the nursery the lid of a biscuit tin which he had covered with moss and garnished with twigs and flowers so as to make it a toy garden or a toy forest. That was the first beauty I ever knew. What the real garden had failed to do, the toy garden did. It made me aware of nature-not, indeed, as a storehouse of forms and colors but as something cool, dewy, fresh, exuberant... .As long as I live my imagination of Paradise will retain something of my brother's toy garden. ~ c-s-lewis, @wisdomtrove 92:The years between thirty-five and sixty-five revolve before the passive mind as one unexplained, confusing merry-go-round. True, they are a merry-go-round of ill-gaited and wind-broken horses, painted first in pastel colors, then in dull grays and browns, but perplexing and intolerably dizzy the thing is, as never were the merry-go-rounds of childhood or adolescence; as never, surely, were the certain-coursed, dynamic roller-coasters of youth. For most men and women these thirty years are taken up with a gradual withdrawal from life. ~ f-scott-fitzgerald, @wisdomtrove 93:Women: I liked the colors of their clothing; the way they walked; the cruelty in some faces; now and then the almost pure beauty in another face, totally and enchantingly female. They had it over us: they planned much better and were better organized. While men were watching professional football or drinking beer or bowling, they, the women, were thinking about us, concentrating, studying, deciding - whether to accept us, discard us, exchange us, kill us or whether simply to leave us. In the end it hardly mattered; no matter what they did, we ended up lonely and insane. ~ charles-bukowski, @wisdomtrove 94:Around us, life bursts with miracles& 95:Within the grip of winter, it is almost impossible to imagine the spring. The gray perished landscape is shorn of color. Only bleakness meets the eye; everything seems severe and edged. Winter is the oldest season; it has some quality of the absolute. Yet beneath the surface of winter, the miracle of spring is already in preparation; the cold is relenting; seeds are wakening up. Colors are beginning to imagine how they will return. Then, imperceptibly, somewhere one bud opens and the symphony of renewal is no longer reversible. From the black heart of winter a miraculous, breathing plenitude of color emerges. ~ john-odonohue, @wisdomtrove *** NEWFULLDB 2.4M ***
1:I like bright colors. ~ Bubba Watson, #NFDB
2:I like vibrant colors. ~ Laura Esquivel, #NFDB
3:Colors are things we experience. ~ Alva Noe, #NFDB
4:Colors were dynamite for us. ~ Andre Derain, #NFDB
5:Colors are the smiles of nature. ~ Leigh Hunt, #NFDB
6:My colors are logically chosen. ~ Mark Kostabi, #NFDB
7:So many humans. So many colors. ~ Markus Zusak, #NFDB
8:I see all of them. All the colors. ~ Lois Lowry, #NFDB
9:Above all, keep your colors fresh! ~ Edouard Manet, #NFDB
10:So many humans.
So many colors. ~ Markus Zusak,#NFDB
11:The sky sparkled with dancing colors. ~ Liz Kessler, #NFDB
12:I see colors like you hear jet planes. ~ Dave Eggers, #NFDB
13:he was all the colors of an Easter egg. ~ Phil Knight, #NFDB
14:I like honest men of all colors. ~ Napoleon Bonaparte, #NFDB
15:I have always wanted my colors to sing. ~ Paul Delvaux, #NFDB
16:...I vacation in increments. In colors. ~ Markus Zusak, #NFDB
17:There are so many colors in the rainbow ~ Harry Chapin, #NFDB
18:I dream of you in colors that don't exist. ~ Leah Raeder, #NFDB
19:The beggar wears all colors fearing none. ~ Charles Lamb, #NFDB
20:WHAT ARE THE COLORS OF SUPERMAN’S CAPE? ~ Mark Cheverton, #NFDB
21:words carry colors and sounds into the flesh ~ Ana s Nin, #NFDB
22:life colors how you see the world, and the ~ Karina Halle, #NFDB
23:My ears hear colors and my eyes see sounds. ~ Suzy Kassem, #NFDB
24:Thought maps existence; fantasy colors it. ~ Mason Cooley, #NFDB
25:Words, like flowers, have their colors too. ~ Ernest Rhys, #NFDB
26:Harry Dunning graduated with flying colors. ~ Stephen King, #NFDB
27:I much prefer the colors dancing in my mind. ~ Carrie Ryan, #NFDB
28:I suppose life colors how you see the world ~ Karina Halle, #NFDB
29:Slang is the writer's palette of colors. ~ Chuck Palahniuk, #NFDB
30:Colors so bright, they nearly broke my heart. ~ Donna Tartt, #NFDB
31:Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose ~ James Taylor, #NFDB
32:Do you see those colors? Take them! ~ Winfield Scott Hancock, #NFDB
33:I love fall
The season
of warm colors ~ Lisa Schroeder,#NFDB
34:Colors express the main psychic functions of man. ~ Carl Jung, #NFDB
35:Colors seemed brighter because Becky was there. ~ Neil Gaiman, #NFDB
36:Colors are beautiful when they are significant. ~ Robert Henri, #NFDB
37:I thought in colors, and saw in bursts of silence. ~ C D Reiss, #NFDB
38:On my darkest days, I wear my brightest colors. ~ Cyndi Lauper, #NFDB
39:Show us your true colors, who you used to be. ~ Kristin Hannah, #NFDB
40:colors are the deeds of light, deeds and sufferings. ~ Sam Kean, #NFDB
41:No doubt, love comes in many colors of the rainbow. ~ Jon Jones, #NFDB
42:We are like trees. We wear all colors naturally. ~ Claude McKay, #NFDB
43:Colors are light's suffering and joy ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #NFDB
44:Light in Nature creates the movement of colors. ~ Robert Delaunay, #NFDB
45:What colors are the eyes of Anubis?" "Brown...Duh. ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB
46:Colors are light's suffering and joy ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #NFDB
47:You are all the colors in one, at full brightness ~ Jennifer Niven, #NFDB
48:Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson, #NFDB
49:Revolution begins in putting on bright colors. ~ Tennessee Williams, #NFDB
50:the trees were still dressed in their party colors ~ Kristin Hannah, #NFDB
51:Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? ~ Pablo Picasso, #NFDB
52:You are all the colors in one, at full brightness. ~ Jennifer Niven, #NFDB
53:Art is the colors and textures of your imagination. ~ Meghan Trainor, #NFDB
54:Love, Eve thought, came in all colors, shapes, and sizes. ~ J D Robb, #NFDB
55:the other colors, a march of the dead every evensong ~ Jennifer Ryan, #NFDB
56:When a person is angry is when they show their true colors ~ Unknown, #NFDB
57:Baby you're a firework, come on, let your colors burst!! ~ Katy Perry, #NFDB
58:I love sunglasses, I have all shapes and colors. ~ Alessandra Ambrosio, #NFDB
59:Passion colors all that it touches in its own hues. ~ Baltasar Gracian, #NFDB
60:When someone shows you their true colors, believe them. ~ Dolly Parton, #NFDB
61:Dreams dress us carefully in the colors of power and faith. ~ Aberjhani, #NFDB
62:eerie patterns and lurid colors. Every few seconds ~ Eric Van Lustbader, #NFDB
63:We take our colors, chameleon-like, from each other. ~ Nicolas Chamfort, #NFDB
64:I love linen in soothing colors for any room in the house. ~ Nate Berkus, #NFDB
65:...[Summer] was a thousand colors in a parched landscape... ~ Harper Lee, #NFDB
66:What colors are the eyes of Anubis?"
"Brown...Duh. ~ Rick Riordan,#NFDB
67:Esperanza's side had so many colors, Crayola sent a scout. ~ Harlan Coben, #NFDB
68:I simply try to put down colors which render my sensation ~ Henri Matisse, #NFDB
69:You are not a black rainbow. I see every one of your colors. ~ J J McAvoy, #NFDB
70:Attitude is a paintbrush. It colors everything! ~ Antoine de Saint Exupery, #NFDB
71:Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions. ~ Pablo Picasso, #NFDB
72:My thoughts were colors, shades of red, alarming and enraged. ~ Sarah Jude, #NFDB
73:Walking through darkness with thoughts full of colors". ~ Prajakta Mhadnak, #NFDB
74:You are all the colors in one, at full brightness" -Finch ~ Jennifer Niven, #NFDB
75:All our experiences are rich colors that make a full life. ~ Melody Beattie, #NFDB
76:Colors are the deeds/ and sufferings of light. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #NFDB
77:life becomes dull without the colors of emotion to enrich it. ~ Hanna Peach, #NFDB
78:Early risers catch the world waking and see its true colors. ~ Bernie Taupin, #NFDB
79:eyes kept changing colors, jumbling his kaleidoscope emotions. ~ V C Andrews, #NFDB
80:I have just finished "All the Colors
of Darkness" 090209 ~ Peter Robinson,#NFDB
81:Before pride waves a white flag, it waves all other colors. ~ Akiane Kramarik, #NFDB
82:But hunger, like food, comes in many shapes and colors. ~ Katherine Applegate, #NFDB
83:I use colors to bring fine points of story and character. ~ Vincente Minnelli, #NFDB
84:Lots of colors appear when you're working with other people. ~ Jean Stapleton, #NFDB
85:Painting is something that takes place among the colors. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke, #NFDB
86:Don’t ask what love can make or do!
Look at the colors of the world. ~ Rumi,#NFDB
87:Do you know that I no longer see colors?"
Jonas's heart broke. ~ Lois Lowry,#NFDB
88:Oh, I love red. I'm very loyal to my colors. I love violet. ~ Elizabeth Taylor, #NFDB
89:I am the kind of person that is drawn to colors against my will. ~ Mindy Kaling, #NFDB
90:I'll never forget the fall colors on the Berkshires. ~ William Standish Knowles, #NFDB
91:It is not bright colors but good drawing that makes figures beautiful. ~ Titian, #NFDB
92:There are so many beautiful lives with wrong 'colors'! ~ Ernest Agyemang Yeboah, #NFDB
93:We have our brush and colors - paint Paradise and in we go. ~ Nikos Kazantzakis, #NFDB
94:Abstract evidence retreats before the poetry of forms and colors. ~ Albert Camus, #NFDB
95:Photography could have been invented in color. Colors existed. ~ Jean Luc Godard, #NFDB
96:Black and white are the most ravishing colors of all in film. ~ Penelope Gilliatt, #NFDB
97:Colors must fit together as pieces in a puzzle or cogs in a wheel. ~ Hans Hofmann, #NFDB
98:Go to American Apparel; they have all of the colors of socks. ~ Theophilus London, #NFDB
99:I'd like to get all the colors in the world into one painting ~ Willem de Kooning, #NFDB
100:I've always painted pictures in which human love floods my colors. ~ Marc Chagall, #NFDB
101:Some said colors was what made your mood. I said black protects. ~ Pepper Winters, #NFDB
102:The world speaks to me in colors, my soul answers in music. ~ Rabindranath Tagore, #NFDB
103:Ain't no rainbows shining on me, shades of gray are the colors I see. ~ Billy Joel, #NFDB
104:Because they're the wrong colors, right? Somebody else's rainbow. ~ Seanan McGuire, #NFDB
105:eastern horizon perfectly. The colors of sunrise are masterful. ~ Kathryn Le Veque, #NFDB
106:fate was made of iridescent colors and fresh air and warm breezes. ~ Kendra Elliot, #NFDB
107:Fill the canvas of life with the colors of peace bliss beauty and love. ~ Amit Ray, #NFDB
108:Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash. ~ Edvard Munch, #NFDB
109:Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do. ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning, #NFDB
110:Didn't the old man know how words carry colors and sounds into the flesh ~ Ana s Nin, #NFDB
111:I don't start with a color order, but find the colors as I go. ~ Helen Frankenthaler, #NFDB
112:Why feel blue when there's sooooo many other colors you can feel. ~ Karen Salmansohn, #NFDB
113:your moods and colors are my climate, not the changing face of the sky ~ John Geddes, #NFDB
114:Apart they were individual colors, but together they made giddy light. ~ Louise Penny, #NFDB
115:Colors fade, temples crumble, empires fall, but wise words endure. ~ Edward Thorndike, #NFDB
116:I love playing the melodic stuff. I love adding textures and colors. ~ James Hetfield, #NFDB
117:Stood for his country's glory fast, And nailed her colors to the mast! ~ Walter Scott, #NFDB
118:They are all black and white and she is color. She is all my colors. ~ Lauren Blakely, #NFDB
119:We pretended she'd only gotten lost in the colors of fall.
Piper ~ T Greenwood,#NFDB
120:Colors pursue me like a constant worry. They even worry me in my sleep. ~ Claude Monet, #NFDB
121:Don't eat a mushroom stem and see colors, eat the whole bag and see GOD ~ Doug Stanhope, #NFDB
122:It's important for me to see as many colors in the character as possible. ~ Kelly Lynch, #NFDB
123:The colors flow into your lungs, into your bloodstream. You are the colors. ~ Tim Tharp, #NFDB
124:Although I have the colors, only the Lord can mix them with such harmony. ~ Paulo Coelho, #NFDB
125:I play to all people - all colors, all creeds ~ drunk, sober, everybody. ~ Frank Sinatra, #NFDB
126:I've been forty years discovering that the queen of all colors is black. ~ Henri Matisse, #NFDB
127:Just as one can compose colors, or forms, so one can compose motions. ~ Alexander Calder, #NFDB
128:She saw him fracture into rainbow colors through the prism of her love. ~ Salman Rushdie, #NFDB
129:You make different colors by combining those colors that already exist. ~ Herbie Hancock, #NFDB
130:During the day, everyone talks in colors instead of sounds. It’s so quiet. ~ Jandy Nelson, #NFDB
131:I just showed my true colors by hoe-bagging it around with my baby daddy. ~ Lynda LeeAnne, #NFDB
132:I thought Alchemists avoided alcohol the same way they do primary colors. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB
133:I've got no respect for any young man who won't join the colors. ~ Nathan Bedford Forrest, #NFDB
134:I want to live my life in such a way that it colors my things with memories. ~ Marie Kond, #NFDB
135:These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of. ~ George Eliot, #NFDB
136:The sensations of colors on the palette can be spiritual experiences. ~ Wassily Kandinsky, #NFDB
137:You could wear any color, but chose black, which is all colors or none. ~ L E Modesitt Jr, #NFDB
138:Beauty comes in all ages, colors, shapes, and forms. God never makes junk. ~ Kathy Ireland, #NFDB
139:Black and white is how it should be, but shades of grey are the colors I see. ~ Billy Joel, #NFDB
140:The colors and cut of the gown flattered her. In the most excruciating manner. ~ Eva Leigh, #NFDB
141:The Great Dancer is my husband," Mira says, "rain washes off all the other colors. ~ M r b, #NFDB
142:They judge me like a picture book, by the colors, like they forgot to read. ~ Lana Del Rey, #NFDB
143:I am also a painter. I paint the hearts of people with colors of spirituality. ~ Meher Baba, #NFDB
144:In her whimsical debut author Brynne Barnes celebrates the colors of our world. ~ E B Lewis, #NFDB
145:I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music. ~ Joan Miro, #NFDB
146:It's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them ~ Markus Zusak, #NFDB
147:Life is art, though our styles and colors vary we all have a master piece. ~ Zachary Koukol, #NFDB
148:The rainbow is elusive, and its colors but the illumination of tears. ~ Alice Dunbar Nelson, #NFDB
149:The summer is cruel to its leaves, the fall to its colors, the winter to us. ~ Herta M ller, #NFDB
150:all colors of people mingle in the souks and squares. But they do not merge. ~ Hilary Mantel, #NFDB
151:as if Mother Nature had nodded off a little, and let the colors leak away. In ~ Alan Bradley, #NFDB
152:How could he try to get Sandi to reveal her true colors when she was a rainbow? ~ Peggy Webb, #NFDB
153:I only use three primaries, so the nice thing is I can't have favorite colors. ~ Chuck Close, #NFDB
154:It’s hard not to like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them. ~ Markus Zusak, #NFDB
155:It's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them. ~ Markus Zusak, #NFDB
156:Sing will all the voices of the mountain, paint with all the colors of the wind ~ Pocahontas, #NFDB
157:synesthete. Someone who perceives sounds, or letters, or numbers as colors. ~ Jason Matthews, #NFDB
158:Thousands and thousands of colors paint the bosom of the earth so gaily. ~ Pierre de Ronsard, #NFDB
159:A painting in an interior spreads joy around it by the colors, which calm us. ~ Henri Matisse, #NFDB
160:Emotions are the colors of the soul—they are spectacular and incredible. ~ William Paul Young, #NFDB
161:If you disturb the colors of the rainbow, the rainbow is no longer beautiful. ~ Denis Diderot, #NFDB
162:Life is an empty canvass fill it with different colors of different relationships ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
163:Man never creates, he only recombines the lines and colors of his own existance. ~ Mark Twain, #NFDB
164:My pictures are made up of four or five colors that collide with one another. ~ Henri Matisse, #NFDB
165:My school colors were clear. We used to say, 'I'm not naked, I'm in the band. ~ Steven Wright, #NFDB
166:Painting is literature in colors. Literature is painting in language. ~ Pramoedya Ananta Toer, #NFDB
167:When I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears. ~ Albert Camus, #NFDB
168:a wild submergence of soul, a dipping of all colors into an obscuring dye ~ F Scott Fitzgerald, #NFDB
169:My Panasonic typewriter can make graphs. It types in four different colors. ~ Heather O Rourke, #NFDB
170:All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites. ~ Marc Chagall, #NFDB
171:children s are not the coloring books where you can fill your favorite colors ~ Khaled Hosseini, #NFDB
172:Slavery was never abolished, it was only extended to include all the colors. ~ Charles Bukowski, #NFDB
173:White is actually one of my favorite colors. I have a white car. I love white. ~ Kim Kardashian, #NFDB
174:But what is of great importance to me is observation of the movement of colors. ~ Robert Delaunay, #NFDB
175:I painted myself in false colors and ended up with an attic room for an empire. ~ Fernando Pessoa, #NFDB
176:Life is a big ol' canvas. And you have every combination of colors to paint with. ~ Oprah Winfrey, #NFDB
177:Then he was gone, and all the colors and the light of the day crumbled and went out. ~ Tanith Lee, #NFDB
178:Then the great hour struck, and every man showed himself in his true colors. ~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky, #NFDB
179:Because I'm a synesthete I see characters in colors and I perceive a W as green. ~ Robert Cailliau, #NFDB
180:Everything seemed almost too stark, the colors too sharp, the sounds too naked. ~ Cherise Sinclair, #NFDB
181:Your attitude colors every aspect of your life. It is like the mind's paintbrush. ~ John C Maxwell, #NFDB
182:Your attitude colors every aspect of your life. It is like the mind’s paintbrush. ~ John C Maxwell, #NFDB
183:If months were marked by colors, November in New England would be colored gray. ~ Madeleine M Kunin, #NFDB
184:Nothing else can fill better colors in one's life like the magnificent nature does ~ Anamika Mishra, #NFDB
185:Whatever colors you have in your mind, I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine. ~ Bob Dylan, #NFDB
186:All a rainbow is is light that walks behind a raindrop and its colors fall out. ~ Augusten Burroughs, #NFDB
187:Did you ever notice how some colors are used for people’s names but others aren’t? ~ Nicholas Sparks, #NFDB
188:I realized that day that blessings come in a variety of shapes, colors, and sizes. ~ Craig Groeschel, #NFDB
189:The heart doesn’t know age, race, creed, or colors. It just knows happiness or pain. ~ Carolyn Brown, #NFDB
190:Beneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mind
most of our colors are amazingly the same. ~ Aberjhani,#NFDB
191:Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas. ~ Edvard Munch, #NFDB
192:Dark Beauty ~ Exploring the Venus Archetype - this week on True Colors, 12radio.com - on.fb.me/A9YkUC, #NFDB
193:Dona la llibertat als colors i llavors trobaràs l'arc de sant Marti a tot arreu. ~ Mehmet Murat ildan, #NFDB
194:Life is beautiful in all it's colors, even the darker ones, they're here for a reason. ~ Chris Martin, #NFDB
195:My eyes change colors, which is why you guys have never been able to figure it out. ~ Meredith Brooks, #NFDB
196:When I look at you, it’s like I can see the colors,” he signed. “I love you, Smile Girl. ~ Marie Hall, #NFDB
197:How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of 'Green'? ~ Stan Brakhage, #NFDB
198:There are only 3 colors, 10 digits, and 7 notes; its what we do with them that's important. ~ Jim Rohn, #NFDB
199:What if we could stop being different colors, different backgrounds, and just be in love? ~ E Lockhart, #NFDB
200:You have your brush, you have your colors, you paint the paradise, then in you go. ~ Nikos Kazantzakis, #NFDB
201:A time will come when the eye of man will perceive colors as feelings within itself. ~ Umberto Boccioni, #NFDB
202:Children aren't coloring books. You don't get to fill them with your favorite colors. ~ Khaled Hosseini, #NFDB
203:Children aren’t coloring books. You don’t get to fill them with your favorite colors. ~ Khaled Hosseini, #NFDB
204:I think I'm plain. I'm normal. I'm plain. I try not to stand out. I don't wear colors. ~ Cathy Moriarty, #NFDB
205:It is just so interesting," he says at last. "The colors and all."
The colors and all. ~ Don DeLillo,#NFDB
206:It was like autumn, looking at her. it was like driving up north to see the colors. ~ Jeffrey Eugenides, #NFDB
207:Over 200 new colors that you’ve never SEEN before, like “light black” and “off-color grey”. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
208:A leaf of all colors plays a golden-string fiddle
To a double-e waterfall over my back ~ Jerry Garcia,#NFDB
209:He was all silver and ashes, not like Will's strong colors of blue and black and gold. ~ Cassandra Clare, #NFDB
210:I get the same charge from juxtaposition of colors as I do from juxtaposition of chords. ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB
211:Teaching is an emotional practice: it activates, colors & expresses people's feelings. ~ Andy Hargreaves, #NFDB
212:That woman is all the colors of the rainbow and I want to roll around in her closet. She ~ Anna Kendrick, #NFDB
213:A little amateur painting in water colors shows the innocent and the quiet mind. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson, #NFDB
214:Intention is the core of all conscious life. Conscious intention colors and moves everything. ~ Hsing Yun, #NFDB
215:I used this line to demonstrate how important colors are in movies: It's not a caprice. ~ Pedro Almodovar, #NFDB
216:Ordinary space is a three dimensional continuum, and so is the space of perceived colors. ~ Frank Wilczek, #NFDB
217:Simultaneity in light is harmony, the rhythm of colors which creates the Vision of Man. ~ Robert Delaunay, #NFDB
218:A world of colors on the palette remaining... wandering... on canvases still emerging. ~ Wassily Kandinsky, #NFDB
219:First the colors. Then the humans. That’s usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try. ~ Markus Zusak, #NFDB
220:I believe I'll take off my colors for awhile / And just kick back and sing some blues. ~ Ray Wylie Hubbard, #NFDB
221:The laws of the colors are unutterably beautiful, just because they are not accidental. ~ Vincent Van Gogh, #NFDB
222:We can be beautiful at all ages. Feminine beauty comes in all shapes, sizes, colors, ways. ~ Lauren Hutton, #NFDB
223:you’ve been all black and white, like Kansas. It’s time to get back to Oz. Enjoy the colors. ~ Kaje Harper, #NFDB
224:I have twenty countries in my memory and trail in my soul the colors of one hundred cities. ~ Arthur Cravan, #NFDB
225:Optimists say, "The rainfall makes nature's colors more vivid." But the skies must darken, too. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
226:The most beautiful colors laid on at random, give less pleasure than a black-and-white drawing. ~ Aristotle, #NFDB
227:The most Superior amongst the colors in the universe is the color of Devotion. ~ Pandurang Shastri Athavale, #NFDB
228:Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light. ~ Edvard Munch, #NFDB
229:I hadn't noticed the green of summer enough and now the colors were gray and white and black. ~ Jim Harrison, #NFDB
230:It is difficult to think of diversity as a strength when Old Glory is treated as gang colors. ~ Jared Taylor, #NFDB
231:Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood. ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, #NFDB
232:Maybe all friendships don’t fizzle. Maybe, like the kaleidoscope, the colors just change. ~ Miranda Kenneally, #NFDB
233:The colors that show best by candlelight are white, carnation, and a kind of sea-water green. ~ Francis Bacon, #NFDB
234:Their skins were different colors but they all belonged to the same ethnic group: Military. ~ Neal Stephenson, #NFDB
235:Utterly bleak and black is not the sum of realism. All the other colors are real, too. ~ Lois McMaster Bujold, #NFDB
236:You're here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world.
(Matthew 5:14, The Message) ~ Anonymous,#NFDB
237:Never get on an airplane if the pilot is wearing a hat that has more than three pastel colors. ~ George Carlin, #NFDB
238:told hard lies and harder truths. Once, I sang colors to a blind man. Seven hours I played, ~ Patrick Rothfuss, #NFDB
239:All colors made me happy: even gray. My eyes were such that literally they Took photographs. ~ Vladimir Nabokov, #NFDB
240:Granny Panties'? They are called comfy cotton, I'll have you know. They came in six festive colors! ~ T S Joyce, #NFDB
241:… I just figured it would be easier to do the math problem with the numbers in the correct colors. ~ Wendy Mass, #NFDB
242:Negroes just can't judge each other according to color, because we are all colors, all complexions. ~ Malcolm X, #NFDB
243:Searching for a mind long lost I found it shaping colors and history near the cliffs of your heart. ~ Aberjhani, #NFDB
244:Repertory theater is all about being part of the whole, one of the many colors in this vast palette. ~ Tom Hanks, #NFDB
245:To hope and dream is not to ignore the practical. It is to dress it in colors and rainbows. ~ Anne Wilson Schaef, #NFDB
246:When I first came to the Town—it was in the spring—the beasts had short fur of varying colors. ~ Haruki Murakami, #NFDB
247:Besides, when it came to being colorful...we invisible kids learned to carry our colors on the inside ~ Paul Dini, #NFDB
248:Give it time… The weak in character always get tired of pretending. Their true colors will show. ~ Steve Maraboli, #NFDB
249:Love is a pathway of many colors and dead ends. But when the right path is chosen, the sights are amazing. ~ Tash, #NFDB
250:men do love sin, Will, oh how they love it, never doubt, in all shapes, sizes, colors, and smells. ~ Ray Bradbury, #NFDB
251:His love for me is like his sewing:
various colors and too much thread,
the stitching uneven. ~ Li Young Lee,#NFDB
252:it's funny how much a person's
true colors shine
after they've gotten
what they wanted from you ~ R H Sin,#NFDB
253:My god, life is beautiful! Look at the colors! if you are blind, look at the colors of your mind. ~ Frederick Lenz, #NFDB
254:Whatever you cut when there's no deadline isn't really a cut. You're just pushing colors around. ~ William Monahan, #NFDB
255:I never apologize for the truth. And the truth here is that racists come in many different colors. ~ Kinky Friedman, #NFDB
256:I work with few colors, what creates the illusion of quantity is that they fell in the right place. ~ Pablo Picasso, #NFDB
257:Life is not black and white. The closes we ever get to either of those colors is wearing them. ~ Karen Marie Moning, #NFDB
258:Our errors and failings are chinks in the heart's armor through which our true colors can shine. ~ Elizabeth Lesser, #NFDB
259:....you were a jumble of broken bits of glass the sun caught and stained my soul with your colors.... ~ John Geddes, #NFDB
260:I'm kind of a neat freak. My place is really organized. My socks are even organized: colors and sizes. ~ Ryan Guzman, #NFDB
261:I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw. ~ Edvard Munch, #NFDB
262:It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you watch them on a screen. ~ Anthony Burgess, #NFDB
263:1974 meant big cuffs, bell-bottoms, platform shoes with two-tone colors, and body-conscious shirts. ~ Kyle MacLachlan, #NFDB
264:All colors made me happy: even gray.
My eyes were such that literally they
Took photographs. ~ Vladimir Nabokov,#NFDB
265:Breakfast cereals that come in the same colors as polyester leisure suits make oversleeping a virtue. ~ Fran Lebowitz, #NFDB
266:Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. To a man laboring under calamity, the heat of his ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson, #NFDB
267:The blinding colors on his tie resembled a Rorschach test and prompted Jazz to slip on her sunglasses. ~ Linda Wisdom, #NFDB
268:The leaf said nothing. Or maybe it said everything, which, as all colors make white, sounds like nothing. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
269:Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence. ~ Honor de Balzac, #NFDB
270:And as he spoke of understanding, I looked up and saw the rainbow leap with flames of many colors over me. ~ Black Elk, #NFDB
271:Many times a day the mountains change their colors, because the sun is at the service of these mountains. ~ Swami Rama, #NFDB
272:May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul….You are all the colors in one, at full brightness. ~ Jennifer Niven, #NFDB
273:Now on 'Bachelor Pad' it is true colors - no best foot forward anymore, everybody is really themselves. ~ Jake Pavelka, #NFDB
274:One can speak poetry just by arranging colors well, just as one can say comforting things in music. ~ Vincent Van Gogh, #NFDB
275:The five colors make man's eyes blind, the five notes make his ears deaf, the five tastes injure his palate. ~ Lao Tzu, #NFDB
276:There's political content in almost every song we've ever written on some level. It colors everything. ~ Aaron Dessner, #NFDB
277:Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence. ~ Honore de Balzac, #NFDB
278:I definitely am drawn to deeper reds and wine colors for lips and even cheeks during the holiday. ~ Christina Hendricks, #NFDB
279:It looked like someone had taken sidewalk chalk and smudged the colors across the sky with their fingers. ~ R J Palacio, #NFDB
280:The makeup is simply an extension of the personality and colors, clothing, makeup all express something. ~ Gene Simmons, #NFDB
281:There is no criterion by which to recognize what is a color, except that it is one of our colors. ~ Ludwig Wittgenstein, #NFDB
282:You have the colors,” The Giver told him. “And you have the courage. I will help you to have the strength. ~ Lois Lowry, #NFDB
283:Colors in painting are as allurements for persuading the eyes, as the sweetness of meter is in poetry. ~ Nicolas Poussin, #NFDB
284:He gave her a questioning lift of his eyebrows and held out his right arm. “May I? Wear your colors? ~ Melanie Dickerson, #NFDB
285:I have two favorite colors - white and yellow. White makes me feel light and airy. Yellow makes me happy. ~ Dolly Parton, #NFDB
286:I kind of view everybody like a rainbow. Everybody on the planet has all the colors of the rainbow inside. ~ Alexia Fast, #NFDB
287:May your eye go to the Sun, to the Wind your soul... You are all the colors in one, at full brightness. ~ Jennifer Niven, #NFDB
288:He is
better than warm fall colors
better than beautiful music
better than doughnuts and coffee ~ Lisa Schroeder,#NFDB
289:It took a village to raise a child, and it took a rainbow of colors to make them feel at home and comfortable. ~ T A Webb, #NFDB
290:Nature awakens each day in brilliant autumn colors, making me wish the pale winter would bid adieu. ~ Richelle E Goodrich, #NFDB
291:Sixteen million colors in your palette are hard for any artist, especially a beginner, to turn down. ~ Buffy Sainte Marie, #NFDB
292:The piano keys are black and white but they sound like a million colors in your mind. —MARÍA CRISTINA MENA ~ Jodi Picoult, #NFDB
293:I love to mix colors. For me, I don't have a rule, like "you can't wear silver and gold." You can mix it. ~ Olivia Palermo, #NFDB
294:It looked like someone had taken sidewalk chalk and smudged the colors across the sky with their fingers. It ~ R J Palacio, #NFDB
295:Reality has become so intolerable, she said, so bleak, that all I can paint now are the colors of my dreams. ~ Azar Nafisi, #NFDB
296:The gifts of our colors may be different, but God has so placed us as to journey in the same path. ~ James Fenimore Cooper, #NFDB
297:The white noise in his heart, the sum of all his colors
—the metronome to which he beat
[was she]. ~ Coco J Ginger,#NFDB
298:This is Islamic dress—but not to them. According to them, the colors in the embroidery are haram. Where ~ Geraldine Brooks, #NFDB
299:True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks in the snow. ~ Edward Hoagland, #NFDB
300:Colorful doesn't mean colors..
I guess they knew this word when they saw a morning.
. touched by your heart beating ~,#NFDB
301:I am just learning to notice the different colors of the stars, and already begin to have a new enjoyment. ~ Maria Mitchell, #NFDB
302:I believe in rainbows and all of that. But there are darker colors and it's the shade that defines the light. ~ Tori Amos, #NFDB
303:I want to give colors intoxication, fullness, excitement, power by trying to forget Impressionism. ~ Paula Modersohn Becker, #NFDB
304:Look at the colors, Papa said. It's hard not to like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them. ~ Markus Zusak, #NFDB
305:Some colors are very difficult to render, and you must compensate to get the color you want on the screen. ~ Claude Chabrol, #NFDB
306:spring, we expand and stretch in all directions. It’s green exuberance and giddiness, bright clown colors and ~ Anne Lamott, #NFDB
307:A red rose absorbs all colors but red; red is therefore the one color that it is not." ~ Aleister Crowley, The Book of Lies, #NFDB
308:Emergencies shouldn't feel the same, with similar colors and noises, when each one is so unique, all its own. ~ Sarah Dessen, #NFDB
309:I'm very into dark colors. I try to rock the dark against the ghost white skin as much as humanly possible. ~ Vanessa Marano, #NFDB
310:In the hierarchy of colors, green represents the social middle class, self-satisfied, immovable, narrow. ~ Wassily Kandinsky, #NFDB
311:One gets to the heart of the matter by a series of experiences in the same pattern, but in different colors. ~ Robert Graves, #NFDB
312:painted in weather-colors now. With brushes dipped in nature’s palette. Mossgreen. Earth-brown. Crumbleblack ~ Arundhati Roy, #NFDB
313:Rahim Khan laughed. “Children aren’t coloring books. You don’t get to fill them with your favorite colors. ~ Khaled Hosseini, #NFDB
314:Telling yourself you have all the time in the world, all the colors in the palette, that just kills creativity. ~ Jack White, #NFDB
315:Her coverall darkens, the colors shimmer through the electropigment like an oil slick, and then it’s black. ~ Neal Stephenson, #NFDB
316:I love eye shadows that are shimmery and playing with colors. There's just more you can do with your eyes. ~ Carrie Underwood, #NFDB
317:My goal is never to copy. Create a new style, clear luminous colors and feel the elegance of the models. ~ Tamara de Lempicka, #NFDB
318:One can paint with two colors, and draw with one. Three, or four at most, have for centuries been enough men. ~ Henri Michaux, #NFDB
319:Perhaps our matching black outfits - even Phoebe wears dark colors - convince him that we are lesbian Buddhists ~ Helen Smith, #NFDB
320:there are three primary colors. Yellow, blue, and red. Those three colors create every other color ever. ~ Lynda Mullaly Hunt, #NFDB
321:We become intoxicated with color, with words that speak of color, and with the sun that makes colors brighter. ~ Andre Derain, #NFDB
322:As the least drop of wine tinges the whole goblet, so the least particle of truth colors our whole life. ~ Henry David Thoreau, #NFDB
323:If you can’t dream big, you will never see the vivid colors of probability over the darkness of possibility. ~ Shannon L Alder, #NFDB
324:I'm 100% natural. No silicon, no synthetic hormones or steroids, no artificial flavors, colors or preservatives. ~ Jayde Scott, #NFDB
325:Nyquil comes in two colors, red and green, and it's the only thing on the planet that tastes like red and green. ~ Lewis Black, #NFDB
326:A 'school-at-home' approach to homeschooling is just decorating the electric chair in different colors. ~ Joseph Chilton Pearce, #NFDB
327:I can find something between sight and hearing and I can produce a fugue in colors as Bach has done in music. ~ Frantisek Kupka, #NFDB
328:If I wear bright colors or something, I'll tie all my hair back. I don't want to look too like 'Girls Next Door.' ~ Sophie Monk, #NFDB
329:It's like World War III. Everything is white. They'll take our bright colors away and use them in the war effort. ~ Don DeLillo, #NFDB
330:Mama sewed the rags together, sewing every piece with love. She made my coat of many colors that I was proud of. ~ Dolly Parton, #NFDB
331:mixing comes natural. i just ought to. not am i mixed to perfection, i have aptitude for art and colors. ~ Rita Williams Garcia, #NFDB
332:Puerto Ricans are many colors - we are Spanish, we're French, we're Thai, Indian, we're almost black, some of us. ~ Rita Moreno, #NFDB
333:To me, the camera is like a musical instrument. You use it to control the flow, shape, size and colors of images. ~ Conrad Hall, #NFDB
334:Who told you that one paints with colors? One makes use of colors, but one paints with emotions. ~ Jean Baptiste Simeon Chardin, #NFDB
335:Women may get to wear lots of pretty colors, but men get the comfortable shoes. Anita Blake Vampire Hunter ~ Laurell K Hamilton, #NFDB
336:Animals and humans come in many different sizes and colors, but we all have the same loving heart and soul. ~ Anthony D Williams, #NFDB
337:Colors are forces, radiant energies that affect us positively or negatively, whether we are aware of it or not. ~ Johannes Itten, #NFDB
338:If wrestling can be considered an art form, then [Ric Flair] is using oils, and the many others merely water colors. ~ Ric Flair, #NFDB
339:In the summertime, you are allowed to go for a wider range of colors, even something crazily flamboyant like gray. ~ Meik Wiking, #NFDB
340:The best leaders are the ones who show their true colors not during the banner years but during times of struggle. ~ Shawn Achor, #NFDB
341:The Negro comes in many colors. Dark. Black. Blacker. Blackest. Blacker than night. Black as hell. Black as tar. ~ James McBride, #NFDB
342:Think reds, orange, yellows, greens, purple, blue — the darker and deeper the colors, the better they are for you. ~ Rick Warren, #NFDB
343:As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see. ~ Vincent Van Gogh, #NFDB
344:fake leather looks great until you use it in demanding situations, and then it shows its true colors and lets you down. ~ Tash Aw, #NFDB
345:She wanted to see it clearly, to understand that it wasn’t all black, or all white. It was a million colors. And ~ Liane Moriarty, #NFDB
346:They were spinning and flashing and had explosions of a thousand colors, the eyes of all the souls they had taken? ~ Turhan Halil, #NFDB
347:We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. ~ George R R Martin, #NFDB
348:In the park, the bright colors of the children's clothing, the timbre of their young voices, lowered and darkened. ~ Cherise Wolas, #NFDB
349:"Make your plate look like a Christmas tree," I tell people, "mostly green with splashes of other bright colors." ~ Victoria Moran, #NFDB
350:Memory is merciful, Joanna, more so than man. It fades past pain, yet holds bright the colors in recalled joy. ~ Sharon Kay Penman, #NFDB
351:The more traditional bride still prefers white or ivory, but the young girls... seem to like the idea of using colors. ~ Reem Acra, #NFDB
352:When you first commence painting everything is a muddle. Even the commonest colors seem to have the devil in them. ~ Thomas Eakins, #NFDB
353:Nature had obviously color-coded people for a reason. Otherwise, what the hell were all these different colors for? ~ Kurt Vonnegut, #NFDB
354:owned. Red and yellows, blues and greens. Colors that looked even more brilliant against their pale skin. They were ~ Lori Brighton, #NFDB
355:People are snakes, you just have to figure out their different colors, but they're all the same. Everybody wants something. ~ Tijan, #NFDB
356:The fabric ruptured and she watched the colors writhe even more frantically as the rift opened just a tiny bit more. ~ Molly Harper, #NFDB
357:The most deadly picture is a picture of nothing at all. The colors are there, but there is no image, nothing. ~ William S Burroughs, #NFDB
358:Art trains the mind through the eye, and the eye through the mind. As the sun colors flowers, so does art color life. ~ John Lubbock, #NFDB
359:Color is life; for a world without color appears to us as dead. Colors are primordial ideas, the children of light. ~ Johannes Itten, #NFDB
360:I was intentionally wearing a gold tie so I wasn't displaying either of the normal political gang colors, red or blue. ~ James Comey, #NFDB
361:Those old things were still painful to think about, still bright with the childish primary colors of fear and horror. ~ Stephen King, #NFDB
362:We are all God's people. We are prejudiced and we separate into Jews, Mexicans, Italians, but God doesn't see colors. ~ Muhammad Ali, #NFDB
363:When he plays
all the flowers swap colors
and years and decades and centuries
of rain pour back into the sky ~ Jandy Nelson,#NFDB
364:You're my rainbow. The brilliant colors of you make me whole. Without your colors, I'm just a man living in the dark. ~ Nashoda Rose, #NFDB
365:You’re my rainbow. The brilliant colors of you make me whole. Without your colors, I’m just a man living in the dark. ~ Nashoda Rose, #NFDB
366:I don't want enemies. I want friends, and I want them in all shapes, sizes, and colors, and loving whoever they want to. ~ Kevin Hart, #NFDB
367:It's a good thing that when God created the rainbow he didn't consult a decorator or he would still be picking colors. ~ Sam Levenson, #NFDB
368:Upcoming on True Colors ~ Discussing Grand Cardinal Cross & Kristen Stewart with Shawn Nygaard #movies #astrology on.fb.me/QVWQoZ, #NFDB
369:Women may get to wear lots of
pretty colors, but men get the comfortable shoes.
Anita Blake Vampire Hunter ~ Laurell K Hamilton,#NFDB
370:Beautiful colors exist, though we do not realize it, and are glimpsed behind the veil that modesty has drawn over them. ~ Paul Gauguin, #NFDB
371:Faith can no more be described to a thoroughly rational mind than the idea of colors can be conveyed to a blind man. ~ William Barrett, #NFDB
372:He was aware in a single, exploded moment of how many colors combined to make white. Pain hissed inside his skull. ~ Maggie Stiefvater, #NFDB
373:I barely notice colors unless I taste them. Not the yellows or the greens. I taste the deeper blues. The darker reds. ~ David Levithan, #NFDB
374:If it's not exactly like you thought it would be, you think it's a failure. What about the spectrum of colors in between. ~ Sara Evans, #NFDB
375:Life is a manifestation of the unified field of consciousness. Colors, beauty, pleasure and pain are its songs of creation. ~ Amit Ray, #NFDB
376:The proportions of the space were perfect. The colors luscious. The art sublime. And it wasn’t Donald Trump rent-a-royalty. ~ J R Ward, #NFDB
377:It is during the worst times of your life that you will get to see the true colors of the people who say they care for you. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
378:It's such a nice change to get to play a wretched, shallow, mergers-and-acquisitions woman. My true colors come out. ~ Sigourney Weaver, #NFDB
379:Nobody in Big Bang receives vocal lessons anymore. We're impossible to teach because we already have very distinctive colors. ~ Seungri, #NFDB
380:The darker and richer the colors, the more unique and wonderful the fruits, the more power-packed nutrition they contain. ~ Rick Warren, #NFDB
381:Your attitude is like the minds paintbrush. It can paint everything in bright, vibrant colors-creating a masterspiece. ~ John C Maxwell, #NFDB
382:Colors produce a spiritual vibration, the impression they create is important only as a step towards this vibration. ~ Wassily Kandinsky, #NFDB
383:Once, I sang colors to a blind man. Seven hours I played, but at the end he said he saw them, green and red and gold. ~ Patrick Rothfuss, #NFDB
384:People change when they love and lose. They gain soul, they gain depth, and their colors glow richer without being louder. ~ Sunniva Dee, #NFDB
385:The interest and the feelings are not due to colors; the lines of a painting that move us move us even more in a print. ~ Henri Rousseau, #NFDB
386:We must show our Christian colors, if we are to be true to Jesus Christ. We cannot remain silent or concede everything away. ~ C S Lewis, #NFDB
387:When your whole world is shaken from all the risks we have taken, Dance with me, dance with me into the colors of the dusk. ~ Ben Harper, #NFDB
388:Every touch created colors she had never seen. Colors as soft as velvet and as sharp as sparks that turned into stars. ~ Stephanie Garber, #NFDB
389:He tasted like midnight and wind, and shades of rich brown and light blue. Colors that made her feel safe and guarded. ~ Stephanie Garber, #NFDB
390:I saw the Earth, yes. I saw the colors so magnificent, so vivid, so real. It was hope so large and round, green and blue. ~ Hafsah Laziaf, #NFDB
391:I think the most important thing is to start with something that fits perfectly. Don't worry about having it in five colors. ~ Jack White, #NFDB
392:Nina knew the power of black and white images. Sometimes a thing was its truest self when the colors were stripped away. ~ Kristin Hannah, #NFDB
393:We'd slipped beyond the real world and hovered where darkness and light made love to create the colors in the universe. ~ Adrienne Wilder, #NFDB
394:If war was hell and only hell and there were no other colors in the palate I don't think people would continue to make war. ~ Michael Herr, #NFDB
395:I love trees I have this thing for trees and the colors & changing of leaves. I love it I respect these kinds of things. ~ Michael Jackson, #NFDB
396:in all kinds of colors that don’t have names. In general, I think there are far more colors and smells than there are words. The ~ Amos Oz, #NFDB
397:The colors of the underwater rock [are] as pale and delicate as those in the wardrobe of an 18th-century marchioness. ~ William Manchester, #NFDB
398:The eye doesn't see any shapes, it sees only what is differentiated through light and dark or through colors. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #NFDB
399:You may feel a sensation of floating. You may see colors, maybe no phenomena, it doesn't matter. You are absorbing power. ~ Frederick Lenz, #NFDB
400:Every perception of color is an illusion, we do not see colors as they really are. In our perception they alter one another. ~ Josef Albers, #NFDB
401:If I began to draw
myself away from you
we’d still be like
two mixed colors of paint
impossible to separate. ~ Sanober Khan,#NFDB
402:she looked as if she’d been sculpted from the cool colors of this place, an angel alighted on a shore that waited for her. ~ Kristin Hannah, #NFDB
403:There is a logic of colors, and it is with this alone, and not with the logic of the brain, that the painter should conform. ~ Paul Cezanne, #NFDB
404:Grace doesn't depend on suffering to exist, but where there is suffering you will find grace in many facets and colors. ~ William Paul Young, #NFDB
405:Grace doesn’t depend on suffering to exist, but where there is suffering you will find grace in many facets and colors. ~ William Paul Young, #NFDB
406:Humanism is not alive and well in Texas. Different colors and types of Texans do not like one another, nor do they pretend to. ~ Molly Ivins, #NFDB
407:Subtle astral colors... are hidden in everything around you. Could you but see, you would be amazed at their beauty. ~ Paramahansa Yogananda, #NFDB
408:To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow. ~ Maya Angelou, #NFDB
409:We come together,
Like drops of water, like astral bodies.
We oppose each other,
Like magnets, like the colors of skin. ~ Tite Kubo,#NFDB
410:Everyone is different: different shapes, sizes, colors, beliefs, personalities, and you have to celebrate those differences. ~ Kelly Clarkson, #NFDB
411:I knew my box of paints, stored away on the bedroom shelf of my small house across the ocean, could never create such colors. ~ Linda Holeman, #NFDB
412:Sometimes you have to lose a lot of Q-tips before you realize you have a hole in your head.
Colors Insulting To Nature ~ Cintra Wilson,#NFDB
413:that in a universe in which everything is blue, the concept of blueness cannot be developed for lack of contrasting colors. ~ Paul Watzlawick, #NFDB
414:With God thoughts are colors, with us they are pigments-even the most abstract one may be accompanied by physical pain. ~ Georg C Lichtenberg, #NFDB
415:You might be a redneck if...you think that John Deere Green, Ford Blue, and Primer Gray are the three of the primary colors. ~ Jeff Foxworthy, #NFDB
416:And what scares you more? The creatures or yourself, as the memories of a million sights and colors come flooding towards you? ~ Josh Malerman, #NFDB
417:Colors are the smiles of Nature. When they are extremely smiling, and break forth into other beauty besides, they are her laughs. ~ Leigh Hunt, #NFDB
418:Colors blind the eye
Sounds deafen the ear.
Flavors numb the taste.
Thoughts weaken the mind.
Desires wither the heart. ~ Lao Tzu,#NFDB
419:Grandmother was like an opal. You could never be sure which colors were really there and which were just tricks of the light. ~ Michelle Moran, #NFDB
420:I see that the flagpole still stands. Have your troops hoist the colors to its peak, and let no enemy ever haul them down. ~ Douglas MacArthur, #NFDB
421:The colors of an atom's spectral light encode the energies of its stationary states, providing a visible Music of the Spheres. ~ Frank Wilczek, #NFDB
422:Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint. ~ Pablo Picasso, #NFDB
423:because the easiest kind of lying is when you leave things out of a story rather than make them up, I passed with flying colors. ~ Ransom Riggs, #NFDB
424:On True Colors this week ~ Prayers, Peace & Syria with @anitaahuja ~ Lets come together & beam a huge wave of healing - on.fb.me/A9YkUC, #NFDB
425:Remember that in art, the brightest colors always show up next to the darkest lines. Your brightest shades are on the way, sweetie. ~ Seth King, #NFDB
426:She knew that she could not have reached this white serenity except as the sum of all the colors, of all the violence she had known. ~ Ayn Rand, #NFDB
427:The benefits brought to the Russian people by Bolshevism exist only on paper painted in glowing colors by Bolshevist propaganda. ~ Emma Goldman, #NFDB
428:The pattern's laid out on the bed With dozens of colors of thread But you've got the needle I guess that's the point in the end ~ Amanda Palmer, #NFDB
429:The sky through the slats turned into bars of soft and pillowy gray, nearly white, paper waiting for sunrise to paint its colors. ~ Cole McCade, #NFDB
430:Where the world is full of a thousand colors for those who love books, I suspect it is simply black and gray to everyone else. ~ Michelle Moran, #NFDB
431:Autocratic leadership existed in Russia for many centuries, changing only its ideological colors and method of legitimization. ~ Lilia Shevtsova, #NFDB
432:"How much respectability & apparent morality is there, cloaking with deceptive colors a very different inner world of darkness?" ~ Carl Jung, #NFDB
433:I always see colors when I listen to music. It's difficult to explain, but when I hear the music I think about gold, blood rushing. ~ Charli XCX, #NFDB
434:It's autumn in New York. The colors are changing yellow, the browns, the greens, the oranges. And that's just the tap water. ~ David Letterman, #NFDB
435:I use different media, but I still think as a painter. I organize my forms and colors on a screen like a painter does on a canvas. ~ Loretta Lux, #NFDB
436:The statement is that I’m not one icon. I’m every icon. I’m an icon that is made out of all the colors on the palette at every time. ~ Lady Gaga, #NFDB
437:They had a confidence that we lacked. And much better hair. So many colors. And we regretted that we could not be more like them. ~ Julie Otsuka, #NFDB
438:We're excited for when Sony greenlights the $50 million film a "Bunch Of Swirling Colors" starring George Clooney and a lava lamp. ~ Peter Sagal, #NFDB
439:Gratitude doesn't change the scenery. It merely washes clean the glass you look through so you can clearly see the colors. ~ Richelle E Goodrich, #NFDB
440:I'm not always a heartbroken guy. I like to laugh, act silly, dance. There are so many more colors to me. I really can be fun. ~ Anthony Hamilton, #NFDB
441:Other colors blurred and ran together, as though the light was a glass of gin poured over the watercolor painting of the world. ~ Terry Pratchett, #NFDB
442:Some people like living in black and white worlds. Let them stay there. Appreciate all the colors you see in your world though. ~ Ashly Lorenzana, #NFDB
443:Sometimes their oppression of emotion and the weird way it comes out is more interesting than painting it in bold primary colors. ~ Edward Norton, #NFDB
444:When I pull down the wall, I turn off all the colors, I wash them away. And I need color to paint. I want to paint. I need to paint. ~ Amy Harmon, #NFDB
445:Gratitude is the real treasure God wants us to find, because it isn't the pot of gold but the rainbow that colors our world. ~ Richelle E Goodrich, #NFDB
446:He feels it, too. His eyes widen. A lovely hazel. Green with flecks of brown and gold. The colors I love. The colors of the earth. ~ Sophie Jordan, #NFDB
447:I'm the guy who reputedly denies that people experience colors or pains, and thinks that thermostats think — just ask my critics. ~ Daniel Dennett, #NFDB
448:...I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you... ~ John Geddes, #NFDB
449:My earnest wish is to paint in true colors the goodness of God to me, and the depth of my own ingratitude ~ Jeanne Marie Bouvier de la Motte Guyon, #NFDB
450:Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. To a man laboring under calamity, the heat of his own fire hath sadness in it. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson, #NFDB
451:There are colors which cause each other to shine brilliantly, which form a couple which complete each other like man and woman. ~ Vincent Van Gogh, #NFDB
452:We wound up somewhere around here and I remember thinking I wish I could draw it, but they didn’t make crayon colors as good as this. ~ Vi Keeland, #NFDB
453:By her desperate actions, she drove others to desperation, and so we came to be deprived of our brightest ally , our purest colors. ~ Cameron Dokey, #NFDB
454:I swear, I’ll try harder not to miss as much: the tree, or how your fingers under still sleep-stunned sheets coaxed all my colors back. ~ Ada Limon, #NFDB
455:I was so overwhelmed by India when I first came - it still inspires me because I still go for the culture, I still go for the colors. ~ Donna Karan, #NFDB
456:The mind, and the unconscious mind in particular, is a canvas. We paint on it constantly. Art and music can add such colors, such style. ~ J D Robb, #NFDB
457:As a blind man has no idea of colors, so have we no idea of the manner by which the all-wise God perceives and understands all things ~ Isaac Newton, #NFDB
458:But if the day ever does come, where all colors completely disappear…let me be your rainbow, Sebastian. I can show you where to look. ~ P T Michelle, #NFDB
459:I applied streaks and blobs of colors onto the canvas with a palette knife, and I made them sing with all the intensity I could. ~ Wassily Kandinsky, #NFDB
460:I'm the guy who reputedly denies that people experience colors or pains, and thinks that thermostats think — just ask my critics. ~ Daniel C Dennett, #NFDB
461:I write about everything, but I just - how faith filters through all that and colors your opinion of other people and life and all that. ~ Amy Grant, #NFDB
462:Like the piano player, I have memory in my fingertips. I watch words spill out creating worlds, inventing colors, bridging generations. ~ Jane Yolen, #NFDB
463:Roy G. Biv” to remember the colors and she made up a rhyme: A rainbow is named Roy G. Biv To remember the colors and the joy they give. ~ Glenn Beck, #NFDB
464:Santa knows Physics: Of all colors, Red Light penetrates fog best. That's why Benny the Blue-nosed reindeer never got the gig. ~ Neil deGrasse Tyson, #NFDB
465:She cast a charmed theatrical light about her so that to see anything through her eyes was to see it in brighter colors than ordinary. ~ Donna Tartt, #NFDB
466:There was a new kind of strength in the gravity of her face, and her colors still gave her that look of deep-seated health and ardor. ~ Willa Cather, #NFDB
467:Though there were some muted colors, the world in here felt black and white. Filled with essentials for a man who had no needs. The ~ David Duchovny, #NFDB
468:As a blind man has no idea of colors, so we have no idea of the manner by which the all-wise God perceives and understands all things. ~ Isaac Newton, #NFDB
469:Dada Dada Dada, a roaring of tense colors, and interlacing of opposites and of all contradictions, grotesques, inconsistencies: LIFE. ~ Tristan Tzara, #NFDB
470:Everything that you can see in the world around you presents itself to your eyes only as an arrangement of patches of different colors. ~ John Ruskin, #NFDB
471:It was truly revealing. The strength of the intervention, the intensity of colors and the happiness of this work, has never left me. ~ Bram van Velde, #NFDB
472:jealousy and envy are cheap suits made of flashy colors,” I said. “No one wears them well, and everyone sees you when you are coming. ~ J A Redmerski, #NFDB
473: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. ~ Michael Makai, #NFDB
474:The painter's only solid ground is the palette and colors, but as soon as the colors achieve an illusion, they are no longer judged. ~ Pierre Bonnard, #NFDB
475:The use of expressive colors is felt to be one of the basic elements of the modern mentality, an historical necessity, beyond choice. ~ Henri Matisse, #NFDB
476:Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day. ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning, #NFDB
477:A good organization is like a box of crayons. You need different colors of the spectrum, but all the crayons should fit in the box. ~ Barbara Corcoran, #NFDB
478:Hoo! You're like a giant mood ring! I wonder if I can make different colors show up depending on where i touch you
- Nell Harris ~ Katie MacAlister,#NFDB
479:I love the idea of renaissance. If my career is like painting a canvas, I want to have as many different colors in there as I can. ~ Nolan Gerard Funk, #NFDB
480:So you can create your own flavors,” she answers excitedly. “The colors, the ingredients. It’s a canvas you paint and design yourself. ~ Ruth Cardello, #NFDB
481:To express a marriage of two complementary colors, their mingling and their opposition, the mysterious vibrations of kindred tones. ~ Vincent Van Gogh, #NFDB
482:...bathed in the thick honey gold of the sun through encircling trees only just beginning to turn the muted metal colors of fall. ~ Anne Rivers Siddons, #NFDB
483:My tendency towards bareness and simplification has been practiced in three fields: modeling, colors, and the figuration of the personages. ~ Joan Miro, #NFDB
484:The blue of the sky is one of the most special colors in the world, because the color is deep but see-through both at the same time. ~ Cynthia Kadohata, #NFDB
485:Vowels are the most illuminated letters in the alphabet. Vowels are the colors and souls of poetry and speech. (1976 Penthouse interview) ~ Patti Smith, #NFDB
486:All afternoon in the deck chair, I try to describe to my notebook the colors of the water and sky. How to translate sunlight into words? ~ Frances Mayes, #NFDB
487:dried the flowers myself. Belladonna, oleander, and mistletoe. Three of my favorites. All of them poisonous … but such lovely colors. ~ Anthony Horowitz, #NFDB
488:Emotions are the colors of the soul—they are spectacular and incredible. When you don’t feel, the world becomes dull and colorless. ~ William Paul Young, #NFDB
489:My choice of colors does not rest on any scientific theory, it is based on observation, on feeling, on the experience of my sensibility. ~ Henri Matisse, #NFDB
490:Novel writing should never be confused with journalism. Unfortunately, in the case of Primary Colors, a fair number of journalists confused. ~ Joe Klein, #NFDB
491:The pattern's laid out on the bed
With dozens of colors of thread
But you've got the needle
I guess that's the point in the end ~ Amanda Palmer,#NFDB
492:There were no colors. Everything was neutral. From this I know that hell is not black or fiery. It is an unvaried gray without promise. ~ Louise Erdrich, #NFDB
493:Emotions are the colors of the soul; they are spectacular and incredible. When you don't feel, the world becomes dull and colorless. ~ William Paul Young, #NFDB
494:I watch him throw his head back in supreme happiness, like he's hearing that he gets to choose the colors for all the sunsets from now on. ~ Jandy Nelson, #NFDB
495:My best beauty secret is simple: Have the right palette and the right colors and remember, you need so much less makeup than you think. ~ Jessalyn Gilsig, #NFDB
496:Sandra, a blonde, favored skin-tight scrubs in garish colors to augment her makeup, which appeared to have been applied with a paint gun. ~ Terry Maggert, #NFDB
497:The sun is setting fast. The colors die. They shift from purple to dried blood, from nacre to bister, from cool dead grays to pigeon shit. ~ Henry Miller, #NFDB
498:Try to discover who I am from my choice of words and colors, as attentive people like yourselves might examine footprints to catch a thief. ~ Orhan Pamuk, #NFDB
499:War breaks out between the colors blue and red, though green seems jealous that it wasn’t involved. Yellow, meanwhile, hides in the corner. ~ James Riley, #NFDB
500:My friends are a crayola box. They highlight different colors of my being, representing different aspects of my personalty, I've noticed. ~ Aeriel Miranda, #NFDB
501:The meaning of a word - to me - is not as exact as the meaning of a color. Colors and shapes make a more definite statement than words. ~ Georgia O Keeffe, #NFDB
502:Angels come in all sizes and shapes and colors, visible and invisible to the physical eye. But always you are changed from having seen one. ~ Sophy Burnham, #NFDB
503:Covering oneself, surrounding oneself with shapes and colors that correspond to a plan, mean that that plan is beginning to be realized. ~ Jos phin P ladan, #NFDB
504:I love to experiment with fashion. A lot of my inspiration comes from my mom. She is fearless with fashion! I love colors and anything daring. ~ Neon Hitch, #NFDB
505:In painting, the most brilliant colors, spread at random and without design, will give far less pleasure than the simplest outline of a figure. ~ Aristotle, #NFDB
506:More data—such as paying attention to the eye colors of the people around when crossing the street—can make you miss the big truck. ~ Nassim Nicholas Taleb, #NFDB
507:Oh her deathbed, when her hands could no longer weave or paint or mold clay, she'd told stories and filled them with the colors she loved. ~ Veronica Rossi, #NFDB
508:Paul Klee seems to handle colors and dreams as if they both came out of a box of children's toys. He plays and dreams with whatever he finds. ~ Jean Helion, #NFDB
509:People never show their true colors when everything is fine. It’s when everything goes to shit that you see what a person is really made of, ~ Karina Halle, #NFDB
510:Soups are a great way to introduce a lot of vegetables to kids. Stir-fries, too, because they contain so many different shapes and colors. ~ Emeril Lagasse, #NFDB
511:There are as many worlds as there are kinds of days, and as an opal changes its colors and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I. ~ John Steinbeck, #NFDB
512:They say people who are bipolar see colors differently when in a manic state. What did Emme see when I showed her the photo a few days later? ~ Jan Ellison, #NFDB
513:will paint in pleasing colors.” “How do you know which colors to use?” I asked. “There are instructions for each item on your workstation. ~ David Baldacci, #NFDB
514:And when you’re tired, you crawl into your flower and go to sleep. During the day, everyone talks in colors instead of sounds. It’s so quiet. ~ Jandy Nelson, #NFDB
515:I have tried to be impartial, though I know that a man's past always colors his views, and that nothing else is so irritating as impartiality. ~ Will Durant, #NFDB
516:I loved downers, almost any kind. Loved the colors of them. Loved them yellow... I did. I would just have a bouquet in my hands at night. ~ Rosemary Clooney, #NFDB
517:Its really easy to get colors right. Its really hard to get black - and neutrals - right. Black is certainly a color but its also an illusion. ~ Donna Karan, #NFDB
518:I want a red to be sonorous, to sound like a bell. If it doesn't turn out that way, I add more reds and other colors until I get it. ~ Pierre Auguste Renoir, #NFDB
519:Painting is an unspoken and largely unrecognized dialogue, where paint speaks silently in masses and colors and the artist responds in moods. ~ James Elkins, #NFDB
520:Six vampires came scuttling over the roof, in assorted colors of sunblock, like someone spilled a bag of Skittles. Taste the undead rainbow. ~ Ilona Andrews, #NFDB
521:The six colors, including the white background, represent the colors of all the world's flags ... this is a true international emblem. ~ Pierre de Coubertin, #NFDB
522:The surface of American society is covered with a layer of democracy, from beneath which the old aristocratic colors sometimes peep. ~ Alexis de Tocqueville, #NFDB
523:You get to a certain point in your life where you get closer to the end of your life than the beginning, and it colors your life, in a way. ~ Emmylou Harris, #NFDB
524:Cooking is a form of flattery....a mischievous, deceitful, mean and ignoble activity, which cheats us by shapes and colors, by smoothing and draping. ~ Plato, #NFDB
525:On Pilgrim's Progress: “I could not have believed beforehand that Calvinism could be painted in such exquisitely delightful colors. ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge, #NFDB
526:The colors in both of our eyes bled out, knowing that sometimes the most beautiful pieces of art were created from the darkest of souls. ~ Brittainy C Cherry, #NFDB
527:The Full Measure of a man is not to be found in the man himself, but in the colors and textures that come alive in others because of him. ~ Albert Schweitzer, #NFDB
528:You can’t expect people to change their colors and act the way you want them to act when you’ve accepted them for who they are for this long. ~ Emily Liebert, #NFDB
529:Black and white are the colors of photography. To me they symbolize the alternatives of hope and despair to which mankind is forever subjected. ~ Robert Frank, #NFDB
530:Inside, cooking smells maneuvered through the house: cow liver, sweet potatoes, stewed onions, cabbage - scents that were as assertive as colors. ~ Ron Hansen, #NFDB
531:One...two...three... Red...blue...black... Time turned colors as it passed. That was growing older—watching the colors of one’s life changing. ~ Tiffany Reisz, #NFDB
532:He’d never seen anything prettier. Not even the almost-night when the colors of the bleeding sun filled the sky and came down to kiss the earth. ~ Mia Sheridan, #NFDB
533:He had the philosopher's disease of seeing so far ahead that all the little pleasant shapes and colors of existence passed under his nose unseen. ~ Will Durant, #NFDB
534:I think there was an awful lot about him that I thought I knew, but the truth was I was just coloring in the missing parts with colors I liked. ~ Craig Johnson, #NFDB
535:... 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 ... ~ John Geddes, #NFDB
536:White-walled once. Red-roofed. But painted in weather-colors now. With brushes dipped in nature’s palette. Mossgreen. Earth-brown. Crumbleblack ~ Arundhati Roy, #NFDB
537:He didn't care now, not while the world wore such incredibly bright colors. Not while his blood sang the song of the stars inside his veins. ~ Carrie Anne Noble, #NFDB
538:I always loved to paint. As a kid, I liked to dip my paintbrush in black ink. They gave colors to me to use, but I didn't like them very much. ~ Pierre Soulages, #NFDB
539:If you're any kind of artist, you make a miraculous journey, and you come back and make some statements in shapes and colors of where you were. ~ Romare Bearden, #NFDB
540:It is not enough to place colors, however beautiful, one beside the other; colors must also react on one another. Otherwise, you have cacophony. ~ Henri Matisse, #NFDB
541:Now I understand the swirling mind colors. You have so much going on in your thoughts at any one time, one wonders what will pop out of your mouth. ~ K F Breene, #NFDB
542:I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flying in the yellow haze of the sun. There were children crying and colors flying all around the chosen ones. ~ Neil Young, #NFDB
543:I was wearing bright colors, refusing to apologize for my size. The dress made me feel defiant. For the first time, I didn't mind taking up space. ~ Sarai Walker, #NFDB
544:There are not more than five primary colors (blue, yellow, red, white, and black), yet in combination they produce more hues than can ever been seen. ~ Sun Tzu, #NFDB
545:We all have a little Devil in us, and even though your edges are frayed, the colors distorted in a mirage of uncertainty, to me you’re a masterpiece. ~ Ker Dukey, #NFDB
546:He who wishes to become a master of color must see, feel, and experience each individual color in its endless combinations with all other colors. ~ Johannes Itten, #NFDB
547:I can see thru mountains watch me disappear, I can even touch the sky. Swallowing the colors of the sounds I hear, am I just a crazy guy? You bet. ~ Ozzy Osbourne, #NFDB
548:I like to have the screen full of color, twenty colors on the screen at once, fifty colors. There are no dominants despite what people have said. ~ Claude Chabrol, #NFDB
549:The interior designer must’ve been a medieval vampire, judging from the cold, lifeless colors and the giant iron chandeliers hanging from the ceilings. ~ L J Shen, #NFDB
550:There is nothing outside of us that is not at the same time in us, and as the external world has its colors the eye, too, has colors. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #NFDB
551:When the end comes, I hope it’s as strange as that. I hope that the sky tears open and the world is washed with colors that we’ve never seen before. ~ Joey Comeau, #NFDB
552:Bet you don't know why the sun sets red. You see, light is made up of lots of colors. And out of all those colors, red is the one that travels the farthest. ~ Axel, #NFDB
553:Ideas in modern Russia are machine-cut blocks coming in solid colors; the nuance is outlawed, the interval walled up, the curve grossly stepped. ~ Vladimir Nabokov, #NFDB
554:I dreamt that I could paint you with words, but there were no colors bright enough, black or white enough, blue or green enough...they didn't mean enough ~ Mos Def, #NFDB
555:I have learned... that memories aren’t things that have to pile up and overwhelm you. They’re just colors... that shade all the new things you feel. ~ Ben Monopoli, #NFDB
556:I knew I wasn’t thinking right, that I was little more than a jumble of emotions and half sentences. I thought in colors, and saw in bursts of silence. ~ C D Reiss, #NFDB
557:Off the court, I tend to stick to the classics, but I like to have fun with color and accessories. I'm from Spain, so colors are important for me. ~ Tommy Hilfiger, #NFDB
558:People are snakes, you just have to figure out their different colors, but they're all the same. Everybody wants something.”
― Tijan, Fallen Crest High ~ Tijan,#NFDB
559:Suffice it to say that black and white are also colors... for their simultaneous contrast is as striking as that of green and red, for instance. ~ Vincent Van Gogh, #NFDB
560:We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. ~ Jeffrey Eugenides, #NFDB
561:Ankh-Morpork has always had a fine tradition of welcoming people of all races, colors and shapes, if they have money to spend and a return ticket. ~ Terry Pratchett, #NFDB
562:I really get inspired by stylish girls around the world that I see on the street. Colors, patterns, throughout my travels, whatever catches my eye. ~ Olivia Palermo, #NFDB
563:I saw a little girl in a wooden wagon, her dress spilling colors over its sides, staring at the rising sun as if it were the very dawn of creation. ~ Jerry Spinelli, #NFDB
564:... it's good to have female or minority role models. But the important thing is to have mentors who care about you, and they come in all colors. ~ Condoleezza Rice, #NFDB
565:People ask me: “Why don’t you take photos in color? In color!” But Chernobyl: literally it means black event. There are no other colors there. ~ Svetlana Alexievich, #NFDB
566:September read often, and liked it best when words did not pretend to be simple, but put on their full armor and rode out with colors flying. ~ Catherynne M Valente, #NFDB
567:How comes it that you curse, Frere Jean? It's only, said the monk, in order to embellish my language. They are the colors of Ciceronian rhetoric. ~ Francois Rabelais, #NFDB
568:I always loved fish for the colors and birds for the plumage. In the same way, I loved those women of the cabaret. They were birds of paradise. ~ Christian Louboutin, #NFDB
569:It would be like describing colors to someone blind from birth: The words might be understood, but the concept would remain mysterious and private. ~ Nicholas Sparks, #NFDB
570:The clouds roll on. Silent as sleepwalkers the clouds keep coming from infinity bank behind bank and line after line, and change colors on the earth. ~ Rolf Jacobsen, #NFDB
571:The sound of colors is so definite that it would be hard to find anyone who would express bright yellow with bass notes or dark lake with treble. ~ Wassily Kandinsky, #NFDB
572:In America, the colors sing, they don't just glower at you. The West Coast especially is fantastic. It seems like you can do whatever you want here. ~ Stanley Donwood, #NFDB
573:I think colors are miraculous. We live in a universe that is extremely creative and magical. We become happier as we appreciate these things in nature. ~ Alice Walker, #NFDB
574:It is essential that the painter should develop not only his eyes, but also his soul, so that it too may be capable of weighing colors in balance. ~ Wassily Kandinsky, #NFDB
575:It seems at times I should be a composer of sounds, not only of rhythms and colors. Walking under the trees, I felt as if the color made sound. ~ Charles E Burchfield, #NFDB
576:I've only wanted paper and beautiful colors. It was my dream, and it still is my dream. And books. They're all I need, and the rest I can do without. ~ Karl Lagerfeld, #NFDB
577:My favorite colors come from the shades of local earth. Dig in the ground and you'll find so many layers of color-amazing yellows, sand, browns, black, beige. ~ Axel, #NFDB
578:Scarlett's feelings were a commotion of colors, swirling around her in garlands of excited aquamarine, nervous marigold, and frustrated gingersnap. ~ Stephanie Garber, #NFDB
579:Sometimes I imagine colors as if they were living ideas, being of pure reason with which to communicate. Nature is not on the surface, it is deep down. ~ Paul Cezanne, #NFDB
580:What makes some butterflies have such beautiful colors on their wings, and others not?" "The plain ones were born of parents who didn't know how to paint. ~ Ana s Nin, #NFDB
581:A hundred things are done today in the divine name of Youth, that if they showed their true colors would be seen by rights to belong rather to old age. ~ Wyndham Lewis, #NFDB
582:All day, the colors had been those of dusk, mist moving like a water creature across the great flanks of mountains possessed of ocean shadows and depths. ~ Kiran Desai, #NFDB
583:Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke, #NFDB
584:I enjoy vanity . But I can't stick to any of that lifestyle for too long because, when its true colors come out, it's empty and cold and soulless. ~ Michelle Rodriguez, #NFDB
585:Purer colors... have in themselves, independently of the objects they serve to express, a significant action on the feelings of those who look at them. ~ Henri Matisse, #NFDB
586:Repeated similar experiments with adjacent colors will show that any ground subtracts its own hue from colors which it carries and therefore influences. ~ Josef Albers, #NFDB
587:Women think of all colors except the absence of color. I have said that black has it all. White too. Their beauty is absolute. It is the perfect harmony. ~ Coco Chanel, #NFDB
588:51. You might as well act as if objects had the colors, The Encyclopedia says. –Well, it is as you please. But what would it look like to act otherwise? ~ Maggie Nelson, #NFDB
589:And military personnel deal with all kinds of colors when they're in. It's hard to be in the military for any time and not become to an extent color blind. ~ John Ringo, #NFDB
590:And the thing about understanding yourself, knowing your true colors, is that you have to be true to them. For if you don't, they change, and so do you. ~ Cameron Dokey, #NFDB
591:Even Barbie has been redesigned with a more realistic body type and now comes in many colors. Looking around, there is a bit more room today to be oneself. ~ Naomi Wolf, #NFDB
592:Everyone—whether straight, gay, lesbian, bisexual or transgender—should be allowed to show their true colors, and be accepted and loved for who they are. ~ Cyndi Lauper, #NFDB
593:I have learned, though, that memories aren’t things that have to pile up and overwhelm you. They’re just colors...that shade all the new things you feel. ~ Ben Monopoli, #NFDB
594:In my experience a painting is not made with colors and paint at all. I don't know what a painting is; who knows what sets off even the desire to paint? ~ Philip Guston, #NFDB
595:It’s like I’ve always had a painted musical sound track playing background to my life. I can almost hear colors and smell images when music is played. ~ Sharon M Draper, #NFDB
596:One color alone means nothing. I acts as in a vacuum, with no other colors to relate to. It is only when colors relate to other colors that the fun begins. ~ Jay Maisel, #NFDB
597:They're auras, Davey. I see them, too. The longer you stare at them, the wider the energy field expands until more colors begin to show themselves. ~ Christina Westover, #NFDB
598:We've achieved this feeling, for instance, with the colors. The colors in the park are harmonious with each other, not like in big cities where they don't. ~ John Hench, #NFDB
599:Above their rooftops Nature is doing her best to keep up, and the clouds in colors of saffron and apricot echo the spoils of the glorious republic. Nella ~ Jessie Burton, #NFDB
600:A second in Caraval seemed richer than an ordinary second, like that moment on the cusp of sunset, when all the colors of the sky coalesce into magic. ~ Stephanie Garber, #NFDB
601:But to use the knowledge of the threading, you must learn the making of the shades. When to sadden with the iron pot. How to bloom the colors. How to bleed. ~ Lois Lowry, #NFDB
602:I felt a heat containing the colors of autumn. The dark stone in my heart pulsed quietly, igniting like a coal in a hearth. Who is in my heart? I wondered. ~ Patti Smith, #NFDB
603:I left parts of myself everywhere,
The way absent-minded people leave
Gloves and umbrellas
Whose colors are sad from dispensing so much bad luck ~ Charles Simic,#NFDB
604:I really believe that no matter how old people get, they tend to change in certain ways depending on how people treat them - they change their colors. ~ Banana Yoshimoto, #NFDB
605:People who live in pale cities tragically understand how so much poor they are when they come across with the dazzling colors of the country fields! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan, #NFDB
606:The will of this boy thief flows in golden streams. It is the thread with which I weave, the colors with which I paint, the element with which I create. ~ Jessica Khoury, #NFDB
607:To describe women, the pen should be dipped in the humid colors of the rainbow, and the paper dried with the dust gathered from the wings of a butterfly. ~ Denis Diderot, #NFDB
608:Am I surprised that Joe Klein [pseudonymous author of Primary Colors which he denied writing] lied? No, because in my opinion reporters lie all the time. ~ James Carville, #NFDB
609:Both light and dark are eternity. Human beings assign relative values to colors, but beyond the relative, there just is - what in Zen we call "suchness". ~ Frederick Lenz, #NFDB
610:Genuine connection to others shows up in the vivid colors of defiance and forgiveness, reverence and rebellion, fighting and fucking: the real stuff. ~ Matthew B Crawford, #NFDB
611:I see a time of Seven Generations when all the colors of mankind will gather under the Sacred Tree of Life and the whole earth will become One Circle again. ~ Crazy Horse, #NFDB
612:It's a wonderful thing, the D.T.'s. You can travel the world in a couple of hours. You see some mighty funny and curious things that come in assorted colors. ~ W C Fields, #NFDB
613:Oh! joy for he who has escaped from this world of perfumes and color! For beyond these colors and these perfumes, these are other colors in the heart and the soul. ~ Rumi, #NFDB
614:From the moment I held the box of colors in my hands, I knew this was my life. I threw myself into it like a beast that plunges towards the thing it loves. ~ Henri Matisse, #NFDB
615:If I see everything in gray, and in gray all the colors which I experience and which I would like to reproduce, then why should I use any other color? ~ Alberto Giacometti, #NFDB
616:I had a bunch of different hair colors. I was experimenting to see what I liked. It started off brown, then I did red, then I got really, really blonde! ~ Leighton Meester, #NFDB
617:In 'Swimming Pool,' all the colors are very warm, sunny, the pool and all that. In 'Love Crime,' everything is so cold, and it's all inside skyscrapers. ~ Ludivine Sagnier, #NFDB
618:She was taking a round of medications, a mystical wheel, the ritualistic design of the hours and days in tablets and capsules, in colors, shapes and numbers. ~ Don DeLillo, #NFDB
619:That was your second chance, and you repeated all your mistakes. You’ve shown your colors, and I don’t like the way you look in them. I don’t want you around. ~ Amy Harmon, #NFDB
620:Twilight is about getting older and relationships - not about a murder mystery. It's about love when you reach a certain age; nothing is in primary colors. ~ Robert Benton, #NFDB
621:Color is seductive. It changes as it interacts with other colors, it changes because of the light falling upon it, and it changes as it becomes larger in size. ~ Jay Maisel, #NFDB
622:He wanted to appear suddenly to her in novel and heroic colors. He wanted to stir her from that casualness she showed toward everything except herself. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald, #NFDB
623:In the landscape, colors are more neutral than you may think. Pay close attention to this. Small areas of rich color can make the whole painting look colorful. ~ Matt Smith, #NFDB
624:Telling yourself you have all the time in the world, all the money in the world, all the colors in the palette, anything you want—that just kills creativity. ~ Austin Kleon, #NFDB
625:Dangerous forces lie within me. You awaken them, and not to your advantage. You know how to paint pleasure, cruelty, arrogance in glowing colors. ~ Leopold von Sacher Masoch, #NFDB
626:I like making black and white films in natural surroundings, but I much prefer shooting a color film inside a studio where the colors are easier to control. ~ Claude Chabrol, #NFDB
627:I´m a Rubik´s Cube,“ Josy said honestly. „I´m made up of rainbow colors, but they´re all out of order, and you need to spin me around until I start making sense. ~ T J Klune, #NFDB
628:Instead of taking in the splendor of the emerging fall colors and the choppy Hudson River, his eyes scanned her face like it was a million miles of heaven. ~ Debra Anastasia, #NFDB
629:Sunsets did that here. Made you forget it was the smog that made their colors so brilliant, that behind every pretty picture there could be an ugly story. ~ Michael Connelly, #NFDB
630:There is no good and evil, only black and white. But either black or white on its own is boring, Jenny. If you mix them you get so many colors— so many colors... ~ L J Smith, #NFDB
631:There isn't just one cookie cutter in the shape of stardom, my friend; it comes in many sizes and colors. You just have to map out your own destination to it. ~ Chris Colfer, #NFDB
632:You can find everything that exists in the world in books – sometimes in truer colors, and without the real pain of everything that really does exist. ~ Jos Eduardo Agualusa, #NFDB
633:And I like all the colors in the salsa. Yellow and green chiles, the red of the chopped tomatoes, the little purple flecks of onion…sort of looks like confetti. ~ Dean Koontz, #NFDB
634:Cause all these people livin are brothers and sisters and cousins. All these beautiful different colors! We! … We the human Family. God said so! FAMILY! ~ J California Cooper, #NFDB
635:First the colors.
Then the humans.
That's usually how I see things.
Or at least, how I try.
***HERE IS A SMALL FACT***
You are going to die. ~ Markus Zusak,#NFDB
636:I am more and more convinced that music is not, in essence, a thing which can be cast into a traditional and fixed form. It is made up of colors and rhythms. ~ Claude Debussy, #NFDB
637:It is perfectly logical and proper to recognize differences between races and colors and creeds - as long as we don't classify them as being better or worse. ~ Arlene Francis, #NFDB
638:Juliana shut her eyes again. She squeezed them so tightly that colors danced inside her head. Or was that because she wasn’t breathing? It could be either one. ~ Cindy Anstey, #NFDB
639:The will of this boy thief flows in golden streams. It is the thread with which I weave, the colors with which I paint, the element with which I create. Sand ~ Jessica Khoury, #NFDB
640:You cannot choose your battlefield,
God does that for you;
But you can plant a standard
Where a standard never flew.
(From The Colors) ~ Nathalia Crane,#NFDB
641:Fibers in a variety of colors protrude out of my skin like mushrooms after a rainstorm. They cannot be forensically identified as animal, vegetable or mineral. ~ Joni Mitchell, #NFDB
642:I did a lot of shopping for her in Tokyo because the colors here are very conservative. A shopaholic would have a coat in every color and lots of accessories ~ Sophie Kinsella, #NFDB
643:The pageant has passed. That day is over. But we linger, loath to think we shall see them no more together - these men, these horses, these colors afield. ~ Joshua Chamberlain, #NFDB
644:When people say of their tragedies, 'I don't often think of it now,' what they mean is it has entered permanently into their thoughts, and colors everything. ~ Shirley Hazzard, #NFDB
645:There are infinite shadings of light and shadows and colors... it's an extraordinarily subtle language. Figuring out how to speak that language is a lifetime job. ~ Conrad Hall, #NFDB
646:Alice was an odd girl, even for Ferenwood, where the sun occasionally rained and the colors were brighter than usual and magic was as common as a frowning parent. ~ Tahereh Mafi, #NFDB
647:All students need to know about color is the basic color wheel and complimentary colors. There are many books on color theory; do not waste your time and money. ~ Sergei Bongart, #NFDB
648:Computer monitors can operate in many different video modes. In most cases, the decision about how many pixels and colors to display is yours - but not always. ~ Charles Petzold, #NFDB
649:He has dark skin,” she said to Rux, jumping right to her point, “because God is an astounding artist, and like you, he loves to paint with many different colors. ~ Camron Wright, #NFDB
650:I also want the figurative like a painter who only paints abstract colors but wants to show that he does so because he chooses to, not because he can't draw. ~ Clarice Lispector, #NFDB
651:Men in a state of nature, uncivilized nations, children, have a great fondness for colors in their utmost brightness, and especially for yellow-red. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #NFDB
652:Sarah, her mind strobing colors, reaches blindly into her pocket, finds her inhaler, triggers it once up each nostril. Her nerves burn with electric light. ~ Walter Jon Williams, #NFDB
653:The only upgrade Iko had requested was a pair of brand-new eyes that changed colors based on her moods. Today her eyes were sunburst yellow. Happy, happy, happy. ~ Marissa Meyer, #NFDB
654:We've got Chinese, white, black and mixed; but remember that our colors are cheap, for after many years of contracts and tricks nobody's purity runs very deep. ~ Nicolas Guillen, #NFDB
655:Ideally, travel broadens our perspectives personally, culturally, and politically. Suddenly, the palette with which we paint the story of our lives has more colors. ~ Rick Steves, #NFDB
656:Most days it feels as if the world is whirling around me and I am standing still. In slow motion, I watch the colors blur; people and faces all become a massive wash. ~ Sarah Kay, #NFDB
657:Music is truly love itself, the purest, most ethereal language of the emotions, embodying all their changing colors in every variety of shading and nuance. ~ Carl Maria von Weber, #NFDB
658:My favorite Halloween candy is the candy corn. It comes in four colors: white, yellow, orange, brown. Those are also the stages of your teeth rotting after you eat it. ~ Jay Leno, #NFDB
659:The horror of cancer has made everything seem like it is painted in bright colors. I think the same thoughts again and again: Life is so beautiful. Life is so hard. ~ Kate Bowler, #NFDB
660:He shifted his weight to conceal his discomfit, as the woman worked on him in ways he could not have anticipated, and his Jolly Roger had just run up the colors. ~ Barbara Devlin, #NFDB
661:His kitchen was all white with accents of royal blue. He’d told me the colors “went with his eyes,” which I found over the top because it was a kitchen. “Soooooo. ~ Megan Erickson, #NFDB
662:I love eye makeup. I really like doing a cat eye, playing with liquid liners and different colors of liners, like emerald and deep blues, combining them with black. ~ Olivia Wilde, #NFDB
663:She couldn’t believe losing someone you had known such a short time could feel like losing part of yourself, that it could make food taste wrong and colors seem dull. ~ Jojo Moyes, #NFDB
664:She’s the kind of person who makes you feel drunk just by being around her, like suddenly the world’s edges are dulled and all of the colors are spinning together. ~ Lauren Oliver, #NFDB
665:The fat, pumpkin-colored moon rose, turning bloodstains into shadows. All of the colors of shirts and jackets and uniforms paled to the same shade of gray. ~ Laurie Halse Anderson, #NFDB
666:The light is there, and colors surround us. However, if there were no light nor colors in our own eye, we wouldn't perceive such things outside of us. ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #NFDB
667:There is no envy, jealousy, or hatred between the different colors of the rainbow. And no fear either. Because each one exists to make the others’ love more beautiful. ~ Aberjhani, #NFDB
668:There was something about that form of comedy that's just difficult. It never really felt like you could just fully commit to all the colors that you carry with you. ~ Donal Logue, #NFDB
669:A rain-tight roof, frugal living, a box of colors, and God's sunlight through clear windows keep the soul attuned and the body vigorous for one's daily work. ~ Albert Pinkham Ryder, #NFDB
670:As I discovered a few years ago, once you learn that you can measure the size of raindrops by looking at the colors in a rainbow—the more red, the bigger the drops ~ Tristan Gooley, #NFDB
671:No, how do you know I'm good? Can you really just tell by looking at someone?' What if someone could see the goodness inside people, in colors, how I see electricity? ~ Leah Thomas, #NFDB
672:The fall is my favorite time of year. I love the colors. The sun is out, you get warmth on your skin but there's the coolness of the breeze. It's really comfortable. ~ Ricky Skaggs, #NFDB
673:A country where there are no freedoms is a black and white country; it is colorless and lifeless. Such a country needs nothing but colors, nothing but freedoms! ~ Mehmet Murat ildan, #NFDB
674:In Haydn's oratorios, the notes present to the imagination not only motions, as, of the snake, the stag, and the elephant, but colors also; as the green grass. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson, #NFDB
675:The colors, so vivid they seemed almost alive, made him think that nature sometimes sends us signs, that it's important to remember that joy always follow dispair. ~ Nicholas Sparks, #NFDB
676:Empty the theaters save for clowns and furnish the rooms with glass walls and pretty colors running up and down the walls like confetti or blood or sherry or sauterne. ~ Ray Bradbury, #NFDB
677:He loved the colors of her, pink and mauve and ivory, all washed in light. The glistening tumble of her hair held the colors of autumn: chestnut, maple, russet, umber. ~ Lisa Kleypas, #NFDB
678:I like purple too. I looked up color psychology before doing any house painting, because I was curious what the colors I like mean. And purple is very royal and creative. ~ Paul Dano, #NFDB
679:I'm not afraid of anything. My two favorite colors are lime green and hot pink. I mean, I really like pink. And I don't care who knows it. I'm already married, sooo... ~ Bubba Watson, #NFDB
680:Most of the people you look at in the early days of Harlem - the zoot suits, the music, the style of fashion, the vibrant colors - that's all influences from the south. ~ Mike Colter, #NFDB
681:Only the series of colors on the canvas with all their power and vibrancy could, in combination with each other, render the chromatic feeling of that landscape. ~ Maurice de Vlaminck, #NFDB
682:She was a blank, clean, white sheet for me to scribble on. And I scribbled. On her lips, on her jaw, her neck and collarbone. I jotted my hunger for her in vivid colors as ~ L J Shen, #NFDB
683:The trick was not simply to write the code that turned information into pictures but to find the best pictures to draw—shapes and colors that led the mind to meaning. ~ Michael Lewis, #NFDB
684:With her mauve lipstick in place and her glossy hair smoothed, she was shooting colors all around the room. Could you scare a dead boy with the vibrancy of your life? ~ Karen Russell, #NFDB
685:I do not plan any painting, but begin with layers of textures and colors. As I layer the colors, something is suggested to me from within, and that is how it evolves. ~ Katherine Dunn, #NFDB
686:I kind of do the drawing with the painting in mind, but it's very hard to guess at a size or a color and all the colors around it and what it will really look like. ~ Roy Lichtenstein, #NFDB
687:in with cinders and dry garbage. The sun is setting fast. The colors die. They shift from purple to dried blood, from nacre to bister, from cool dead grays to pigeon shit. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
688:But if you listen to great piano players, both classical and jazz, theres a huge range of dynamics and colors and emotional expression thats possible with the instrument. ~ Gary Burton, #NFDB
689:Each individual has their own unique color, which shines faintly around the contours of their body. Like a halo. Or a backlight. I'm able to see those colors clearly. ~ Haruki Murakami, #NFDB
690:I love funky shoes and hats. I'm into large-brimmed fedoras with big feathers in fun colors like purple and lime-yellow. I just think hats add pizzazz to your outfits. ~ Kim Kardashian, #NFDB
691:Imagination is the life force of the genius code. This force amplifies and colors every other piece of the code, and unlocks our potential for understanding and ability. ~ Sean Patrick, #NFDB
692:I maintain that the expression of junk and objects has an intrinsic value, and I see no need to look for aesthetic forms in them and to adapt them to the colors of the palette. ~ Arman, #NFDB
693:In a meadow full of flowers you cannot walk through and breathe those smells and see all those colors and remain angry. We have to support the beauty, the poetry of life. ~ Jonas Mekas, #NFDB
694:Just as there are primary colors from which all of the others come forth when they're combined, so there are primary vibratory qualities of energy and light within us. ~ Frederick Lenz, #NFDB
695:Nothing ever lasts, good or bad,” she said, her eyes alit with a thousand different colors. “That’s why we have to live as much as we can, as hard as we can, every moment. ~ Emma Scott, #NFDB
696: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. ~ Amy Harmon, #NFDB
697:All the universes are bound together by a web, a matrix, which is our perception. And our perception actually has colors; it has bands. We call them bands of attention. ~ Frederick Lenz, #NFDB
698:As actors, we want to go find the humanity and make it more nuanced and fill in the colors, rather than just being suit people who crack cases, 'cause they aren't that. ~ Juliette Lewis, #NFDB
699:God, the Master Weaver. He stretches the yarn and intertwines the colors, the ragged twine with the velvet strings, the pains with the pleasures. Nothing escapes his reach. ~ Max Lucado, #NFDB
700:I move onward, through the colors and cheers and music, floating into my future, and it is a clear, open space that stretches wider that the sky and higher than the Andes. ~ Laura Resau, #NFDB
701:I would love it if we could limit my red carpet topics to my favorite colors, what sound a duck makes, and my thoughts on McDonald’s All-Day Breakfast—blessing or curse? ~ Anna Kendrick, #NFDB
702:Telling yourself you have all the time in the world, all the money in the world, all the colors in the palette, anything you want—that just kills creativity.” —Jack White ~ Austin Kleon, #NFDB
703:WE DIE. You will never hear those words spoken in a television ad. Yet this central fact of human existence colors our world and how we perceive ourselves within it. ~ Christopher Locke, #NFDB
704:We laughed and something inside me clicked into place. It was as if the mix of colors on the canvas was finally perfect for the picture I wanted so desperately to create. ~ Mia Sheridan, #NFDB
705:We tend to blame the physical media for most of our implementation difficulties; for the media are not "ours" in the way the ideas are, and our pride colors our judgement. ~ Fred Brooks, #NFDB
706:In spring, we expand and stretch in all directions. It’s green exuberance and giddiness, bright clown colors and Easter colors, too; the rebirth of the tender growing soul. ~ Anne Lamott, #NFDB
707:I would like the colors, their shapes and positions to be arrived at in response to and dictated by the condition of the total space at the time they are considered. ~ Richard Diebenkorn, #NFDB
708:People with synesthesia have their senses hooked together," I started to explain. "They can hear colors or feel sounds. Yours is-well, it looks like you taste shapes. ~ Richard E Cytowic, #NFDB
709:Visual forms are not perceived differently from colors or brightness. They are sense qualities, and the visual character of geometry consists in these sense qualities. ~ Hans Reichenbach, #NFDB
710:A man is like a bit of Labrador spar, which has no luster as you turn it in your hand, until you come to a particular angle; then it shows deep and beautiful colors. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson, #NFDB
711:Black, white and nude are my essential colors. Each time I start a collection, I start with these colors; they are the elemental colors we refer to from the beginning. ~ Narciso Rodriguez, #NFDB
712:Wine is a dangerous thing, and should not be made the exponent of truth, let the truth be good as it may; but it has the merit of forcing a man to show his true colors. ~ Anthony Trollope, #NFDB
713:The garden stretched out in a soft drift, colors jumbled any way, an unmade bed of red and yellow and pink. Then came the trees. Apple, plum, and the Japanese black pine. ~ Cathleen Schine, #NFDB
714:What a privilege to be here on the planet to contribute your unique donation to humankind. Each face in the rainbow of colors that populate our world is precious and special. ~ Morris Dees, #NFDB
715:Yet for better or worse we love things that bear the marks of grime, soot, and weather, and we love the colors and the sheen that call to mind the past that made them. ~ Junichiro Tanizaki, #NFDB
716:You must try to match your colors as nearly as you can to those you see before you, and you must study the effects of light and shade on natures own hues and tints. ~ William Merritt Chase, #NFDB
717:After they leave, I look at the three of us and think about how there are three primary colors. Yellow, blue, and red. Those three colors create every other color ever. ~ Lynda Mullaly Hunt, #NFDB
718:My love for chaos, conspiracy and the dark side of human nature colors the behavior of my charges, most of whom are already living near the fringes of acceptable conduct. ~ Anthony Bourdain, #NFDB
719:The artist who does not feel completely satisfied by elegant lines, by harmonious colors, and by a beautiful succession of chords does not understand the art of music. ~ Camille Saint Saens, #NFDB
720:...the way he spoke was magical, but after a while even his voice began to grate and he began to remind me of the colors of the walls in the hotel rooms in which he stayed... ~ Colum McCann, #NFDB
721:Time slowed. He was thinking in colors and sensations now, not words. The curve of her breast. The shimmer of her skin. The way her breath caught when he touched her—there. ~ Rebecca Rivard, #NFDB
722:you cannot know a man completely, his character, his principles, sense of judgment, not till he’s shown his colors, ruling the people, making laws. Experience, there’s the test. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
723:You go to new places and it opens your eyes to different things you haven't seen before. Everything from colors, to silhouettes, to patterns - it just comes from everywhere. ~ Lauren Conrad, #NFDB
724:An artist finds his happiest combination in a play of complementary colors. They are direct contrasts yet do not jar; they awaken the beholder, but do not disturb him. ~ Charles E Burchfield, #NFDB
725:... but as has been said, September read often, and liked it best when words did not pretend to be simple, but put on their full armor and rode out with colors flying. ~ Catherynne M Valente, #NFDB
726:But I am given no choice of color, nor of odor, and so I proudly wear the orange, which after all is one of the trademark colors of my alma mater, the University of Miami. And ~ Jeff Lindsay, #NFDB
727:Do you want to wear a beret after all?” Magnus asked. “Say the word. I happen to have several berets concealed on my person. In a variety of colors. I’m a beret cornucopia. ~ Cassandra Clare, #NFDB
728:His beauty did not blaze like Will's did in fierce colors and repressed fire, but it had its own muted perfection, the loveliness of snow falling against a silver gray sky. ~ Cassandra Clare, #NFDB
729:Like Godard, Tati is also remarkably appreciative of the odd beauty that can be revealed in the shapes, patterns and colors created by the technology of planned obsolescence. ~ Vincent Canby, #NFDB
730:Singing is not about timbres or category labels, singing is about fascinating acoustical properties like the colors of the human voice which derive from thought and emotion. ~ Thomas Hampson, #NFDB
731:The mind is like a richly woven tapestry in which the colors are distilled from the experiences of the senses, and the design drawn from the convolutions of the intellect. ~ Carson McCullers, #NFDB
732:These stark racial disparities cannot be explained by rates of drug crime. Studies show that people of all colors use and sell illegal drugs at remarkably similar rates. ~ Michelle Alexander, #NFDB
733:This wasn't the work of a cheap carnival tattoo man with three colors and whiskey on his breath. This was the accomplishment of a living genius, vibrant, clear, and beautiful. ~ Ray Bradbury, #NFDB
734:What makes a set of lines and colors into art is the relationship between this line and that one; the way one color or form echoes another in a different part of the canvas. ~ Daniel Levitin, #NFDB
735:Will cries out, low, a murmur of blue and green and gold. The syllables of my name float between us. I’ve never seen my name that way, in those colors, not from any other voice. ~ Megan Hart, #NFDB
736:He had forgotten how convincing the world could look, how sure of itself: its outlines and edges; it's gradations, recessions, protrusions; it's startling and vulgar colors. ~ Gregory Maguire, #NFDB
737:I don’t want to be afraid of bright colors, or new sounds, or big love, or risky decisions, or strange experiences, or weird endeavors, or sudden changes, or even failure. ~ Elizabeth Gilbert, #NFDB
738:Radio is truly the theater of the mind. The listener constructs the sets, colors them from his own palette, and sculpts and costumes the characters who perform in them. ~ Mercedes McCambridge, #NFDB
739:The goal is always to make a nice tableau painting with the voice. The more color I can find, the more shadow I can find - the goal is always to make more nuance and colors. ~ Cecilia Bartoli, #NFDB
740:Through music you can become sad, joyful, loving, you can learn. You can learn mathematics, touch, pacing... Oh my God! Ooh... Wow... You can see colors through music. Anything! ~ Nina Simone, #NFDB
741:a sense of invisible rays and forces, a sense that beneath the familiar, visible world of colors and appearances there lay a dark, hidden world of mysterious laws and phenomena. ~ Oliver Sacks, #NFDB
742:Consciousness even in my sleep changes primary colors. The features of my face melt like a wax doll in the fire. And who can consent to see in the mirror the mere face of man? ~ Czeslaw Milosz, #NFDB
743:Fall in love with a dog, and in many ways you enter a new orbit, a universe that features not just new colors but new rituals, new rules, a new way of experiencing attachment. ~ Caroline Knapp, #NFDB
744:I look around my room to see what I can offer you; I see only my silly water colors and notes—notes everywhere, and on the backs your name—show this to Anaïs, ask Anaïs, see Anaïs. ~ Ana s Nin, #NFDB
745:In Torch Song, I did that character almost non-stop from 1978 until I made the movie in 1987. Then I had some failure, which also colors how you react to doing other things. ~ Harvey Fierstein, #NFDB
746:The colors are amazing. This yarn in the passenger seat has perfect browns. It reminds me of your hair.”
Livia touched her tresses, wishing they were tangled in his hands. ~ Debra Anastasia,#NFDB
747:the room looks like it was bought through some Decorate Your Home app where you plug in your budget and your favorite colors and the whole thing arrives in a van the next day. In ~ Tana French, #NFDB
748:The trip left the girl gaga, goofy, tainted, transformed, her nose a busted hymen through which sperm of a thousand colors swam a hootchy-kootchy stroke into her cerebral lagoon. ~ Tom Robbins, #NFDB
749:Art has a unique capacity to take one or other facet of the message and translate it into colors, shapes and sounds which nourish the intuition of those who look and listen. ~ Pope John Paul II, #NFDB
750:I've been thinking about where I want to take my live show. I want everything in it to be pink, gold, and black. I don't want people to feel any other colors, like brown or yellow. ~ Charli XCX, #NFDB
751:Lights are to drama what music is to the lyrics of a song. The greatest part of my success in the theatre I attribute to my feeling for colors, translated into effects of light. ~ David Belasco, #NFDB
752:Opening her eyes, she looked right at him. She saw her life, her heart echoed in his eyes, and she burst in a kaleidoscope of colors and emotion, unlike anything she'd ever felt. ~ Jill Shalvis, #NFDB
753:The truth is you never can leave home. You take it with you everywhere you go. It's under your skin. It moves the tongue or slows it, colors the thinking, impedes upon the logic. ~ Maya Angelou, #NFDB
754:You may plainly perceive the traitor through his mask; he is well-known everywhere in his true colors; his rolling eyes and his honeyed tones impose only on those who do not know him. ~ Moli re, #NFDB
755:A sunset is always more beautiful when it is covered with irregularly shaped clouds, because only then can it reflect the many colors out of which dreams and poetry are made. Pity ~ Paulo Coelho, #NFDB
756:A writer does not own words any more than a painter owns colors. So lets dispense with this originality fetish… Look, listen and transcribe and forget about being original. ~ William S Burroughs, #NFDB
757:Grace doesn’t depend on suffering to exist, but where there is suffering you will find grace in many facets and colors.” “Actually, that’s a relief. I couldn’t bear to think ~ William Paul Young, #NFDB
758:I love bringing the colors and textures of other cultures. If I wear a dress that I bought from a street vendor in Bali on a red carpet, it's a way of bringing my travels with me. ~ Serinda Swan, #NFDB
759:Originally, moccasins were stained with earth colors or decorated with quill work. Later on, when the white man traded beads to the Indians, quill work gave way to beadwork designs. ~ W Ben Hunt, #NFDB
760:The light, colors, and energy of Ibiza are constant sources of inspirations for my work. I always leave Ibiza recharged and full of ideas for new shades, looks, and products. ~ Charlotte Tilbury, #NFDB
761:Worry is a weighty monster with poisoned tentacles. It clutches at us, grabs at our minds, steals our breath, our will. It lurks. It pounces. It colors how we perceive the world. ~ Mary E DeMuth, #NFDB
762:In the time I spend lollygagging over my whites and colors, Anna will drywall her attic, prepare her taxes, make her own fresh pasta, and start up a clothing exchange on the Internet. ~ Tom Hanks, #NFDB
763:Make sure that the very different colors go next to each other so it looks deliberate. You don't want to look as if you've just run out of colour and gone for the next nearest thing. ~ Jackie Kay, #NFDB
764:People observe the colors of a day at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quiet clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. ~ Markus Zusak, #NFDB
765:Some areas were stuck with only red pins, some with green or blue, some with several colors. “She’s been doing voodoo on the world!” Dan said. “No, dummy,” Amy said. “Those must be ~ Rick Riordan, #NFDB
766:Some visualize the Pistols era in shades of black and white. It wasn't. Actually, the colors I envision are neon or army dirt green with fluorescent pink--anything that would annoy." ~ John Lydon, #NFDB
767:The sun, rising and setting in splendid colors, never grows tired of its admirers―much like a lady, aglow with grace, never grows tired of chivalrous acts or pretty flowers. ~ Richelle E Goodrich, #NFDB
768:America is not like a blanket- one piece of unbroken cloth. America is more like a quilt- many patches, many pieces, many colors, many sizes, all woven together by a common thread. ~ Jesse Jackson, #NFDB
769:Anybody who perceives colors can become a painter. It's simply a question of whether or not one has felt anything and whether one has the courage to recount the things one has felt. ~ Edvard Munch, #NFDB
770:Did you know that there are NFL team colors available in paint? I am intrigued by this. I like the Dallas Cowboys, but I don’t think that I would want their colors on the garage. ~ Craig Lancaster, #NFDB
771:I see it in colors,” I said. “A deep blue, fading into golds and reds—like fire on a horizon. Afterlight. It’s a sky that wants you to guess if the sun is about to rise or set. ~ Alexandra Bracken, #NFDB
772:I was raised in Chicago and I guess that was one of the special breeding grounds for gangsters of all colors. That was the Detroit of the gangster world. The car industry was thugs. ~ Quincy Jones, #NFDB
773:She whips the hose back and forth, laughing as he chases it, the fleeting, uncatchable colors, shimmering splinters of the golden light. "Catch the rainbow, Sammy! Catch the rainbow! ~ Rick Yancey, #NFDB
774:The rational is apprehended through the intellect, however, the intellect is not found in the region of the rational; the intellect is as the eye and the rational as the colors. ~ Nicholas of Cusa, #NFDB
775:We need to tell young people that America was built by men and women of all colors and that the future of this country is dependent on the participation of all of our citizens. ~ Walter Dean Myers, #NFDB
776:A pacifist male is a contradiction in terms. Most self-described "pacifists" are not pacific; they simply assume false colors. When the wind changes, they hoist the Jolly Roger. ~ Robert A Heinlein, #NFDB
777:Every time I get a script it's a matter of trying to know what I could do with it. I see colors, imagery. It has to have a smell. It's like falling in love. You can't give a reason why. ~ Lena Olin, #NFDB
778:I don't wear any make-up on normal days and at school. But, if I'm going somewhere, I always do something with my eyes - crazy colors, sparkles. I'm all for it. I love experimenting. ~ Elle Fanning, #NFDB
779:I look at my four boys, who are the colors of silt, loam, dust, and clay, an infinite palette for children of their own, and I understand that time erases whiteness altogether. ~ Barbara Kingsolver, #NFDB
780:It makes me furious to hear haters of all skin colors - especially Christian, Jewish, and Muslim fundamentalists - deride other people because of their different beliefs and lifestyles. ~ Rita Dove, #NFDB
781:The bold colors of the American flag stood out over her husband’s coffin. Colors of honor. Colors of freedom. Colors of sacrifice. She’d never thought they’d be the colors of death. ~ Lindsay Cross, #NFDB
782:The list was a mixture of hardship and hope. Pain and renewal. It would serve as a recurring reminder that, though the past colors our present, it doesn’t have to dictate the future. ~ Ellery Adams, #NFDB
783:War and tooth enameled
salted lemon childhoods
All colors run, none of us solid
Don't look for shadow behind me
I carry it within
I live cycles of light and darkness ~ Suheir Hammad,#NFDB
784:After 9/11, people all of a sudden became patriotic and showed the colors. Why did it take something bad to happen? It means something. People have died for it, and continue to do so. ~ Gene Simmons, #NFDB
785:All this and much else besides, lovely and appalling, blood red and living green, yellow, blue, white, and velvet black, with minglings of other colors and of colors he had never known. ~ Gene Wolfe, #NFDB
786:By painting colors and lines and forms seen in quickened mood I was seeking to make this mood vibrate as a phonograph does. This was the origin of the paintings in The Frieze of Life. ~ Edvard Munch, #NFDB
787:'Color' is quite different from 'colors.' In an image with many colors, we find that all the colors compete with each other rather than interacting with each other. The results" colors. ~ Jay Maisel, #NFDB
788:what if what if we could somehow stop being the Beautiful Sinclair Family and just be a family? What if we could stop being different colors, different backgrounds, and just be in love? ~ E Lockhart, #NFDB
789:You love each person differently because of who they are and the uniqueness that they draw out of you. And the more you know another, the richer the colors of that relationship. ~ William Paul Young, #NFDB
790:...and so many colors
I will have seen...
the menacing greys
and pine greens
the soft pink and purples
of spring
and summer blue
and so many others
without you. ~ Sanober Khan,#NFDB
791:Beauty’s all around me right here. It’s not in a textbook. It’s not in an equation. I mean, take the sunlight … The colors flow into your lungs, into your bloodstream. You are the colors. ~ Tim Tharp, #NFDB
792:Birds feed; then they nest. Paint them any color you want, send them halfway around the world, but they’ll always find a way back. And eventually they’ll show their true colors again. ~ Lauren Oliver, #NFDB
793:For me, I want to create a environment for the songs to live in. So one song by itself only tells a piece of the story, but in the context of the album, more of the colors are revealed. ~ Jon Foreman, #NFDB
794:How should Spring bring forth a garden on hard stone? Become earth, that you may grow flowers of many colors. For you have been heart-breaking rock. Once, for the sake of experiment, be earth! ~ Rumi, #NFDB
795:I look at the textures, surfaces, colors, and the individual objects in the painting. And then I wonder: what are the relationships among them? Those relationships are everything. ~ Mordicai Gerstein, #NFDB
796:People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment. ~ Markus Zusak, #NFDB
797:The devil has spit in the soup. Nothing comes out even. Nothing sounds right. Nothing rejoices and warms. Everything is desolate, sad, foul. All strings out of tune. All colors faded. ~ Hermann Hesse, #NFDB
798:The shadows were really long on the grass, and the clouds were pink and orange. It looked like someone had taken sidewalk chalk and smudged the colors across the sky with their fingers. ~ R J Palacio, #NFDB
799:As flowers always wear their own colors and give forth their own fragrance every day alike, so should Christians maintain their character at all times and under all circumstances. ~ Henry Ward Beecher, #NFDB
800:I am always in the hope to express the love of two lovers by a marriage of two complementary colors - colors which marry each other... complement each other as a man and a woman do. ~ Vincent Van Gogh, #NFDB
801:instead: Avoid bright colors and looks for a shade that is neutral, soft and sheer. We like Neutrogena Healthy Skin Custom Glow Blush & Bronzer Duo, $12.49, available at drugstore.com. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
802:Of course you cannot know a man completely, his character, his principles, sense of judgement, not till he's shown his colors, ruling the people, making laws. Experience, there's the test. ~ Sophocles, #NFDB
803:There are stars, stars, scattered stars, blackness all between. They ripple and fold and bend, and they rush toward him, rush by him. Their colors are blazing and pure as angels' eyes. ~ Roger Zelazny, #NFDB
804:Every things fuzzy now,but I try to stay awake long enough to tell him one more thing.
"glad you . . .see. . .my colors caspian."
" me too abbey," he said softly. "sweet dreams. ~ Jessica Verday,#NFDB
805:Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple. ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, #NFDB
806:Newton divided the spectrum into seven named colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. Easy to remember because the first letters spelled out the name Roy G. Biv. ~ Karen McQuestion, #NFDB
807:She spoke and loosened from her bosom the embroidered girdle of many colors into which all her allurements were fashioned. In it was love and int desire which steals the mind even of the wise. ~ Homer, #NFDB
808:A dread came over him. Everything around him was gray. Nothing tasted good or looked good. It was as if a metallic gloom had gripped his world, and all colors and sensations had paled in it. ~ Anne Rice, #NFDB
809:I am afraid of emotions," Mack admitted.
"Emotions are the colors of the soul; they are spectacular and incredible. When you don't feel, the world becomes dull and colorless. ~ William Paul Young,#NFDB
810:I've tried everything. I've done therapy, I've done colonics. I went to a psychic who had me running around town buying pieces of ribbon to fill the colors in my aura. Did the Prozac thing. ~ Jim Carrey, #NFDB
811:Olympian, I should think, from the colors and the fur trim of his coat,” Master Ferus put in. “Olympian and, it would seem, possessed of a fury. Which is funny, if you know enough history. ~ Jim Butcher, #NFDB
812:The wind may have no body to call its own, and yet it echoes through the pine forests. On the other hand, a flower, as long as it has its colors, need not say a word to make itself felt. ~ Saikaku Ihara, #NFDB
813:They were wrestling with canvases, using violent colors and huge brush strokes. I arrived with gray, silent, sober, oppressed paintings. One critic said they were paintings that thought. ~ Antoni Tapies, #NFDB
814:I don't know what it is, but I ache for it each day. It's as though I have eyes, but there are colors I cannot see. As though I have ears, but there's a range of notes I cannot hear. ~ Franny Billingsley, #NFDB
815:I organize the opposition between colors, lines and curves. I set curves against straight lines, patches of color against plastic forms, pure colors against subtly nuanced shades of gray. ~ Fernand Leger, #NFDB
816:Red is one of the strongest colors, it's blood, it has a power with the eye. That's why traffic lights are red I guess, and stop signs as well.... In fact I use red in all of my paintings. ~ Keith Haring, #NFDB
817:The colors of light are infinite through refraction, yet they all come from the same source. Thus I cannot detach myself from the wickedest soul, nor fail to identify with the most virtuous. ~ Dalai Lama, #NFDB
818:Your imagination is the coat of many colors; it can clothe and objectify any idea or desire. You can imagine abundance where lack is, peace where discord is, and health where sickness is. ~ Joseph Murphy, #NFDB
819:Abstract art was the quivalent of poetic expression; I didn’t need to use words,but colors and lines. I didn’t need to belong to a language-oriented culture but to an open form of expression. ~ Etel Adnan, #NFDB
820:And when the sun goes down and the mood comes upon me, I'll watch the play of the colors on the water, yield to the fleetly dissolving images, and turn into pure feeling, all soft and nice. ~ Gunter Grass, #NFDB
821:Enlightenment is the transformation that brings out the highest human qualities. It is the process that removes the clouds of negativity and brings the colors of peace, compassion and kindness. ~ Amit Ray, #NFDB
822:I love to walk through the streets of Jesus Maria and Pueblo Libre. The Spanish colonial buildings are in bright colors, two stories high, with these intricate wooden, windowed balconies. ~ Daniel Alarcon, #NFDB
823:It's good to let God pick a man for you. We don't do so well when we pick them ourselves. They end up lipsticks in a drawer, all those wrong colors you thought looked so good in the package. ~ Deb Caletti, #NFDB
824:Like colors or a spring tree against that kind ofblue sky that pulls your heart out through your eyes. Pretty things will swarm you like that, like your heart was a hive of electric bees. ~ Katherine Dunn, #NFDB
825:Memories were like tomb paintings, thought the Major, the colors still vivid no matter how many layers of mud and sand time deposited. Scrape at them and they come up all red and blazing. ~ Helen Simonson, #NFDB
826:The shadows were really long on the grass, and the clouds were pink and orange. It looked like someone had taken sidewalk chalk and smudged the colors across the sky with their fingers. It’s ~ R J Palacio, #NFDB
827:And I'll see your true colors shining through I see your true colors and that's why I love you so don't be afraid to let them show your true colors, true colors are beautiful like a RAINBOW. ~ Cyndi Lauper, #NFDB
828:But before we go on, I want to explain to you why women weep: IT IS THE QUICKEST WAY TO REJOIN THE OCEAN. You liquify, become fluid, flow back into the ocean where the colors are more beautiful ~ Ana s Nin, #NFDB
829:I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair and surprise. ~ Markus Zusak, #NFDB
830:I have worn my white and purple, colors of the Suffragettes, in honor of the fact that we have our first woman president, soon to be, Hillary Clinton, elected president of the United States. ~ Nancy Pelosi, #NFDB
831:In this day and age, you gotta be a profiler to really know who people are, which most of us are not. So, we need time and life to start happening for people to really show their trust colors. ~ Joe Budden, #NFDB
832:It is not by his mixing and choosing, but by the shapes of his colors, and the combination of those shapes, that we recognize the colorist. Color becomes significant only when it becomes form. ~ Clive Bell, #NFDB
833:It is Tuesday, near dusk. Night creeps in and strips colors from the scene. Everything is purplish. There have been many Tuesdays in the Minotaur‘s life. He wonders how this one will end. ~ Steven Sherrill, #NFDB
834:Like colors or a spring tree against that kind of blue sky that pulls your heart out through your eyes. Pretty things will swarm you like that, like your heart was a hive of electric bees. ~ Katherine Dunn, #NFDB
835:Teach me so I will know and won’t hurt you. Teach me how to touch you. Your body is so soft and fragile and so compelling. It has neat little holes and colors and interesting things to touch. ~ C L Scholey, #NFDB
836:Best believe that needle hurt you Best to see these true colors Than follow one of your false virtues A little secret to make you think: Why is the crazy stuff we never say, poetry in ink? ~ Eddie Van Halen, #NFDB
837:Design and color are not distinct and separate. As one paints, one draws. The more the colors harmonize, the more the design takes form. When color is at it's richest, form is at its fullest. ~ Paul Cezanne, #NFDB
838:I'm a talentless but popular young singer and I have the feeling someone is watching me. I use the term loosely because I have few feelings, and even they're too simple, like primary colors. ~ Dennis Cooper, #NFDB
839:I say that the true artist seer, the heavenly fool who can and does produce beauty, is mainly dazzled to death by his own scruples, the blinding shapes and colors of his own human conscience. ~ J D Salinger, #NFDB
840:I want to be the first guy to help people accept everybody for who they are. I'm talking about colors, religions, sex, everybody. My music is for everybody, it's not just for one kind of group. ~ ASAP Rocky, #NFDB
841:Romance and novel paint beauty in colors more charming than nature, and describe a happiness that humans never taste. How deceptive and destructive are those pictures of consummate bliss! ~ Oliver Goldsmith, #NFDB
842:There are more colors in the crayon box than black and white, hotshot," she countered. "Everyone's got their own agenda, and I do mean everyone. And it's rarely the one they let you see. But ~ Robin Parrish, #NFDB
843:They had turned brown or blue and rotted. Brown and blue, the real colors of death. Who made black the color of death? Black was the color of night, and the potential of a cool breeze. “Just ~ Will McIntosh, #NFDB
844:And when the sun goes down and the mood comes upon me, I'll watch the play of the colors on the water, yield to the fleetly dissolving images, and turn into pure feeling, all soft and nice.... ~ G nter Grass, #NFDB
845:A sea of people in red crowded around it. I looked at
Mallory’s black hoodie and my gray sweater and realized we’d forgotten to wear the school colors. Oh, well. There was always my hair. ~ Kim Harrington,#NFDB
846:Nothing ever lasts, good or bad,” she said, her eyes alit with a thousand different colors. “That’s why we have to live as much as we can, as hard as we can, every moment.” Every fucking moment. ~ Emma Scott, #NFDB
847:Pretty clothes are like the colors of a flower’s petals. They tell the bee where to land. After that, it’s what’s inside that holds his interest,” said Peggy, still quoting their mother. ~ Melissa de la Cruz, #NFDB
848:Quoyle experienced moments in all colors, uttered brilliancies, paid attention to the rich sound of waves counting stones, he laughed and wept, noticed sunsets, heard music in rain, said I do. ~ Annie Proulx, #NFDB
849:And when the sun goes down and the mood comes upon me, I'll watch the play of the colors on the water, yield to the fleetly dissolving images, and turn into pure feeling, all soft and nice.... ~ G nter Grass, #NFDB
850:By poetry we mean the art of employing of words in such a manner as to produce an illusion on the imagination; the art of doing by means of words, what the painter does by means of colors. ~ Thomas B Macaulay, #NFDB
851:Chinese Buddhism was the natural study of reality, and led to feelings of devotion just from noting the daily leaves, the colors of the sky, the animals seen from the corner of the eye. ~ Kim Stanley Robinson, #NFDB
852:Colors do not exist separately and independently within nature; they are constantly shifting in response to subtle gradations of light. It is language that, magnificently, gives them clear shape. ~ Kenya Hara, #NFDB
853:He forced himself to sound careless, no matter that her proximity stirred his senses so powerfully. The sun flooding through the window lit rich colors in her opulent hair. Flax. Gold. Auburn. ~ Anna Campbell, #NFDB
854:Interpreting the dance: young women in white dancing in a ring can only be virgins; old women in black dancing in a ring can only be witches; but middle-aged women in colors, square dancing...? ~ Mason Cooley, #NFDB
855:Of course you cannot know a man completely,
his character, his principles, sense of judgment,
not till he's shown his colors, ruling the people,
making laws. Experience, there's the test. ~ Sophocles,#NFDB
856:Only when human sorrows are turned into a toy with glaring colors will baby people become interested - for a while at least. The people are a very fickle baby that must have new toys every day. ~ Emma Goldman, #NFDB
857:White can be attained by blending all the colors of the spectrum together, or through the substraction of ink and all other pigments. In short, it is "all colors" and "no color" at the same time. ~ Kenya Hara, #NFDB
858:...he could feel hot tears coming to his eyes as the image of that night, outside the house as the November wind blew black leaves up off the ground and the sky turned colors like bruised flesh. ~ David Nickle, #NFDB
859:I am at the Continental Divide with the astral beings. They're most beautiful. They're most luminous. They have many shapes and sometimes their shape changes constantly, All kinds of colors. ~ Frederick Lenz, #NFDB
860:In the dim light of Twinkle’s glow, their skin colors lost in a common gray, they seemed alike, brethren come from the same mold. Entreri approved of that perception, but Drizzt surely did not. ~ R A Salvatore, #NFDB
861:You don't want a million answers as much as you want a few forever questions. The questions are diamonds you hold in the light. Study a lifetime and you see different colors from the same jewel. ~ Richard Bach, #NFDB
862:I'm so uncomfortable wearing colors in public. I really am. Even denim. If I've got a day off in a town, I want to go out for a walk I'll put on denim. But almost everything I've got the black on. ~ Johnny Cash, #NFDB
863:Like white light refracted through a prism and split into many colors, God's eternal love-nature, expressed through the prism of time, becomes God's multicolored love story. History is His story. ~ Peter Kreeft, #NFDB
864:with the colors of the dawn still in the sky, when right smack-dab in the center of my field of vision I noticed this cloud in the perfect shape of an angel with her wings arched across the sky. ~ Doreen Virtue, #NFDB
865:His gaze swept her head to toe. “You’re wearing my colors, love.” He stalked forward and leaned down to brush her cheek with a kiss. “Soon you’ll be wearing me,” he whispered for her ears only. ~ Rebecca Zanetti, #NFDB
866:I don't want to imitate life in movies; I want to represent it. And in that representation, you use the colors you feel, and sometimes they are fake colors. But always it's to show one emotion. ~ Pedro Almodovar, #NFDB
867:I worship makeup. The basics are always: Stila shadows, LeClerc powder for my crazy shiny skin, Bobbie brown liner pot, Chanel mascara, and Koh Gen Do for foundation, Nars for colors and sparkles. ~ Mindy Kaling, #NFDB
868:One picture in ten thousand, perhaps, ought to live in the applause of mankind, from generation to generation until the colors fade and blacken out of sight or the canvas rot entirely away. ~ Nathaniel Hawthorne, #NFDB
869:Subway, the world-dominating "Eat Fresh" mega-deli struggling with sinking sales, said Thursday that it plans to drop all artificial colors, flavors and preservatives from its American menus by 2017. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
870:Whenever I have knocked, a door has opened. Wherever I have wandered, a path has appeared. I have been helped, supported, encouraged and nurtured by people of all races, creeds, colors and dreams. ~ Alice Walker, #NFDB
871:He didn’t want to scream anymore. Didn’t have the energy. The veils now covered his entire field of vision. He didn’t have a body any longer. The colors danced. He melted into the rainbow. ~ John Ajvide Lindqvist, #NFDB
872:How was it to see in cold heartless relief, to abandon the soft colors filtered through—created by?—jelly globe eyes for pure harsh wavelengths, to throw wide and close perception’s doors at once? ~ Max Gladstone, #NFDB
873:She'd had little patience with darkness, and her heart
held only a measure of shadow. I touched
the warm dust of those colors, her tools,
and left there with light on the tips of my fingers. ~ Ted Kooser,#NFDB
874:The art of an artist must be his own art. It is... always a continuous chain of little inventions, little technical discoveries of ones own, in ones relation to the tool, the material and the colors. ~ Emil Nolde, #NFDB
875:We have photographed the trip we were supposed to have. The one where all any of us felt was happy, and the world was only beautiful, and all of the colors were the brightest versions of themselves. ~ Nina LaCour, #NFDB
876:We must come to see, too, how our economic insecurities and racial resentments have been exploited for political gain, and how this manipulation has caused suffering for people of all colors. ~ Michelle Alexander, #NFDB
877:Beauty is not found in uniformity,
nor value in conformity. It is in our
colors and quirks and flaws and scars
that true beauty and value unfold,
because that is where our stories are told. ~ L R Knost,#NFDB
878:Color is a very critical thing. I've found that architects don't like colors. Engineers too. And so somebody has to stand in. Because this is the finish of it. It is the emotional part of a structure. ~ John Hench, #NFDB
879:I'm an American for marriage equality. I believe that love comes in all different shapes, sizes, and colors. So whether you're LGBT or straight, your love is valid, beautiful, and an incredible gift. ~ Demi Lovato, #NFDB
880:It’s the most damaging consequence associated with sociopaths. You love the person they want you to love, and then you’re left with the aftermath when they finally decide to show their true colors. ~ Fisher Amelie, #NFDB
881:So there are cakes and pillows and colors galore, but underneath this more obvious patchwork quilt are places like a quiet room where you can go and hold someone's hand and not have to say anything. ~ Alice Sebold, #NFDB
882:summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screeneed porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat;it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape. ~ Harper Lee, #NFDB
883:The dirty little secret of the intelligence-gathering job is that information doesn’t just want to be free—it wants to hang out on street corners wearing gang colors and terrorizing the neighbors. ~ Charles Stross, #NFDB
884:The shade melted away as the sun climbed into its zenith. All colors were now covered in stone dust. The only vigorous activity came from the bushes, where cicada songs pulsed like alien hearts. ~ Aleksandr Voinov, #NFDB
885:When I go to another country, I try to be a big sponge and look at what the houses may look like and what colors predominate. I do not do research as much as just get ideas and ask people about things. ~ Jan Brett, #NFDB
886:As he talks, I lie back against the ground, the blanket wrapped around me, and say to the sky, "May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul, You are all the colors in one, at full brightness. ~ Jennifer Niven, #NFDB
887:Be where you are. Look around. Just look, don't interpret. See the light, shapes, colors, textures. Be aware of the silent presence of each thing. Be aware of the space that allows everything to be. ~ Eckhart Tolle, #NFDB
888:I felt a little lost between the blue and white of the sky and the monotony of the colors around me- the sticky black of the tar, the dull black of all the clothes, and the shiny black of the hearse. ~ Albert Camus, #NFDB
889:Whenever she walked along the streets of Manhattan, she looked at all the different faces coming toward her and, despite their different features and colors, she regarded them all as Americans. ~ Francesca Marciano, #NFDB
890:All of us collect fortunes when we are children. A fortune of colors, of lights, and darkness, of movement, of tensions. Some of us have the fantastic chance to go back to his fortune when grown up. ~ Ingmar Bergman, #NFDB
891:A relationship that is truly genuine does not keep changing its colors. Real gold never rusts. If a relationship is really solid and golden, it will be unbreakable. Not even Time can destroy its shine. ~ Suzy Kassem, #NFDB
892:Before newborns open their eyes, we circle them, appearing as brilliant colors, and when they clench their tiny hands for the first time, they are actually grabbing the colors they find most appealing. ~ Mitch Albom, #NFDB
893:My characters have undergone the same process of simplification as the colors. Now that they have been simplified, they appear more human and alive than if they had been represented in all their details. ~ Joan Miro, #NFDB
894:The mixed woods of Germany were the sort that deserved a good savoring—no, a savouring, with a British u in there for the sake of decadence, as colours are somehow more vibrant to me than mere colors. ~ Kevin Hearne, #NFDB
895:The starting point of a picture for any painter is a matter of colors and form...I believe that the poetry of art - if that is what one may call it - is a matter of animating these forms and colors. ~ Georges Braque, #NFDB
896:Anyone can wear any color. The question is about finding the right shade. There is a momentary trend to dark colors because when the financials are not that great, people go for black, navy and grey. ~ Ozwald Boateng, #NFDB
897:Do you," he murmured, "do you have any - Smarties? You brought some once, I remember, in a tube with a lid on. They were small, and many-coloured - all different colors - and they tasted very good. ~ Amanda Hemingway, #NFDB
898:He supposed many men meant no more than that when they said they were in love- not a wild submerge cd of soul, a dipping of all colors into an obscuring dye, such as his love for Nicile had been. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald, #NFDB
899:I say that the true artist-seer, the heavenly fool who can and does produce beauty, is mainly dazzled to death by his own scruples, the blinding shapes and colors of his own sacred human consciousness. ~ J D Salinger, #NFDB
900:Religion is much more necessary in the republic which they set forth in glowing colors than in the monarchy which they attack; and it is more needed in democratic republics than in any others. ~ Alexis de Tocqueville, #NFDB
901:The delight in natural things - colors, forms, scents - when there was nothing to restrain or hamper it, has often been a kind of intoxication, in which thought and consciousness seemed suspended. ~ Mary Augusta Ward, #NFDB
902:A concern is that when members of groups are directly engaged in scientific investigation of their own history, people’s wish that certain things should be true often colors presentation of the findings. ~ David Reich, #NFDB
903:Excellent. I feel better already. My lady, you have had a very positive influence over Lord Westerville. He has left the morbid world of Only Black behind and now embraces other colors of the spectrum. ~ Karen Hawkins, #NFDB
904:I like to think that the colors and sounds and words have nothing to do with him, that they're all me and my own brilliant, complicated, buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, godlike brain" -Finch ~ Jennifer Niven, #NFDB
905:Albert Durer, the famous painter, used to say he had no pleasure in pictures that were painted with many colors, but in those which were painted with a choice simplicity. So it is with me as to sermons. ~ Martin Luther, #NFDB
906:English version by Steven Heine
Because the flowers blooming
In our original home
Are everlasting,
Though springtimes may come and go
Their colors do not fade.
~ Dogen, Wonderous nirvana-mind
,#NFDB
907:However," he continued, "this canvas is preferable to the paintings of that varlet Rubens, with his mountains of Flemish flesh sprinkled with vermilion, his waves of red hair and his medley of colors. ~ Honor de Balzac, #NFDB
908:In all such local tragedies time works like a damp brush on water color. The sharp edges blur, the ache goes out of it, the colors melt together, and from the many separated lines a solid gray emerges. ~ John Steinbeck, #NFDB
909:The beauty and mystery of this world only emerges through affection, attention, interest and compassion . . . open your eyes wide and actually see this world by attending to its colors, details and irony. ~ Orhan Pamuk, #NFDB
910:The Christian conceives of his abode on Earth in no more delightful colors than the Jainist sectarian. He sees in it only a time of sad trial; he also thinks that his true country is not of this world. ~ Emile Durkheim, #NFDB
911:The colors on the river faded, the rain began, and the river began to rise. It was apparent that the sun would soon give up the tremendous struggle it cost her to get to Paris for a few hours every day. ~ James Baldwin, #NFDB
912:they were able to see the pink bars of light on the snowy banks of Himmel Street’s rooftops. “Look at the colors,” Papa said. It’s hard not to like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them. ~ Markus Zusak, #NFDB
913:(True,) the white hole said. (My name is Khairelikoblepharehglukumeilichephreidosd'enagouni-) and at the same time he went flickering through a pattern of colors that was evidently the visual translation. ~ Diane Duane, #NFDB
914:I like edgy but classic looks - like Chanel mixed with Alexander McQueen. My personal style is edgier. My closet is just black, gray, and white. I'm more comfortable in darker colors and leather jackets. ~ Ashley Benson, #NFDB
915:It was so—oh, I wish language were more precise! The red was so beautiful!”
The Giver nodded. “It is.”
“Do you see it all the time?”
“I see all of them. All the colors.”
“Will I? ~ Lois Lowry,#NFDB
916:Oh yes! He loved yellow, did good Vincent...When the two of us were together in Arles, both of us insane, and constantly at war over beautiful colors, I adored red; where could I find a perfect vermilion? ~ Paul Gauguin, #NFDB
917:The genius is a genius by the first look he casts on any object. Is his eye creative? Does he not rest in angles and colors, but beholds the design,--he will presently undervalue the actual object. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson, #NFDB
918:When it comes to our precious poor children of all colors, maybe disproportionally in percentage black and white and red, but all colors, yellow as well as white, we need to push toward integrated schools. ~ Cornel West, #NFDB
919:You should be more careful. Miss Lynn really doesn't like you."
I sighed, pulling out my gym clothes. What school chooses yellow and brown for their colors? Gross. Just,gross. "The feeling is mutual. ~ Kiersten White,#NFDB
920:Black is the most slimming of all Colors. It is the most flattering. You can wear black at any Time. You can wear it at any age. You can wear it for almost any occasion. I could write a book about black. ~ Christian Dior, #NFDB
921:Show me the artist who is not insane
For all art is suffering, torture and pain
We dream in colors you can not find
For we are the artists, you are the blind."
-Halber Tod, Cotardist Poet ~ Michael R Fletcher,#NFDB
922:The piece of you that loves a part of me tries its best to hold onto the rest,
but my heart is a thousand-piece puzzle of a faraway galaxy, deep purple,
colors blending together and impossible to place. ~ Kris Kidd,#NFDB
923:The weeping willows, on the other hand, are evocative of death. They are a little contrived, a little exaggerated, still green in the middle of all the colors of autumn, and there is a human pathos to them. ~ Joseph Roth, #NFDB
924:Your painting is the marking of your progression into nature, a sensation of something you see way beyond the two pretty colors over there. Don't stop to paint the material, but push on to give the spirit. ~ Robert Henri, #NFDB
925:Color really doesn't have interaction if it's full of colors. It's the interaction or relationship among or between colors that makes a color image. This usually happens with a few colors, not a glut of them. ~ Jay Maisel, #NFDB
926:His life was a festival of excess that could not be contained. Deafening music, eye-popping bright colors, sugar added to almost everything he ate. Quinn's life was a bullet in a barrel ready to explode. ~ Neal Shusterman, #NFDB
927:I'm really just a throw-my-hair-into-a-ponytail kind of girl. I don't like styles that are too neat or too done. I don't think I'll ever go too crazy with colors. I stick with my main two: goldish-blonde or black. ~ Trina, #NFDB
928:I never allowed myself the luxury of those brilliant, beautiful colors until I went to India and saw people walking around in them or dragging them in the mud. I realised they were not so artificial. ~ Robert Rauschenberg, #NFDB
929:I said something about what if what if we could somehow stop being the Beautiful Sinclair Family and just be a family? What if we could stop being different colors, different backgrounds, and just be in love? ~ E Lockhart, #NFDB
930:It's an enormous amount of work: there are 28 separate buildings, and I work on the choice of the colors for everything. Outside colors, balcony colors, etc.. And all of this has to work together, in harmony. ~ John Hench, #NFDB
931:My colors ran all over the page, poured out of the lines and meshed together to form colors no one had yet recognized. I was different–unique, bold, strong, smart, and hard-headed. I was simply me. ~ Jeannie Davide Rivera, #NFDB
932:Nature is my springboard. From her I get my initial impetus. I have tried to relate the visible drama of mountains, trees, and bleached fields with the fantasy of wind blowing and changing colors and forms. ~ Milton Avery, #NFDB
933:We must come to see, too, how our economic insecurities and racial resentments have been exploited for political gain, and how this manipulation has caused suffering for people of all colors. Finally, ~ Michelle Alexander, #NFDB
934:His clothes were fashionable, but decidedly American—the colors and cuts slightly off. I felt a twinge of pity. I wondered if he felt like a stranger here in Taiwan, the place that should have been home. ~ Shawna Yang Ryan, #NFDB
935:I could have mixed a thousand colors together, but I would never have been able to paint his eyes as I saw them then, in all their evanescent beauty. - Breena Malloy about Kian from Bitter Frost by Kailin Gow. ~ Kailin Gow, #NFDB
936:just a pied-à-terre that he uses for business entertaining, but it’s tastefully done in wall-to-wall money. And the colors are smart—in a ghastly way. I’ve used Eggplant, Spinach, and Overripe Melon. ~ Lilian Jackson Braun, #NFDB
937:Poets and men of action differ: the former yield to their feelings in order to reproduce them in lively colors, and therefore judge only ex post facto; the latter feel and judge at one and the same time. ~ Honore de Balzac, #NFDB
938:Spatial art does not begin with a poetic mood or idea, but with construction of one or more figures, with the harmonizing of several colors and tones, or with the devaluation of spatial relationships and so on. ~ Paul Klee, #NFDB
939:summer sky, full of promise. Few colors could convey such a wide range of emotions just based on shade. Pale blue felt light and serene. Bright blue was bold and striking. The insistent blare of a car horn ~ Brenda Rothert, #NFDB
940:There are some nasty bitches out there. If they don't dab the front end, they probably don't wipe the back end. That's women of all colors and races. Guess what? I'm not one. I smell nice at all times. ~ Eric Jerome Dickey, #NFDB
941:Her touch is like doing simple math
When she sleeps in the bed, subtracting clothes
There is a red ink, like a sparkling red wine, adding colors
Dividing body, remembering gods, without multiplying ~ Santosh Kalwar,#NFDB
942:How did people raise kids before plastic came along? "Everything for Baby", said the sign over the aisle we were in. It should have said, "Everything for Baby Is Made from Molded Plastic in Ugly Primary Colors. ~ Dan Savage, #NFDB
943:Everybody thinks they know what art should be. But very few of them have the sense that is necessary to experience painting, that is the sense of sight, that sees colors and forms as living reality in the picture. ~ Otto Dix, #NFDB
944:Everything I do is really an expression of myself, through colors and shapes and, at the same time, I try to explain what I feel not only as a creator but also as a woman. I cannot separate one from the other. ~ Sonia Rykiel, #NFDB
945:I closed my eyes and pictured people walking around trailing bright white light behind, some of those lights meeting, tangling, changing colors as they combined. And even in my mind, it was achingly beautiful. ~ Mia Sheridan, #NFDB
946:It was, once again, a glorious wave, with hues in its depths so intense they felt like first editions—ocean colors never seen before, made solely for this wave, this moment, perhaps never to be seen again. ~ William Finnegan, #NFDB
947:Those were all big words, to be sure, but as has been said, September read often, and liked it best when words did not pretend to be simple, but put on their full armor and rode out with colors flying. ~ Catherynne M Valente, #NFDB
948:When we reject our origins, we become the product of whatever soil that we find ourselves planted; the colors of our leaves change as we consume borrowed nutrients with borrowed roots and, like a tree, we grow. ~ Mike Norton, #NFDB
949:Don't plant any Peace roses,” a friend and connoisseur of roses advised. “They're such a cliché.” But not only are they dazzling, the vanilla cream, peach, and rosy blush colors repeat the colors of the house. ~ Frances Mayes, #NFDB
950:them the way of the Lord. The players continued saying their rosaries of black and red beads, colors that are not only Flamengo’s but also those of an African deity who incarnates Jesus and Satan at the same time. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
951:I don't have the educated knowledge of what textures, colors, shapes and spaces need to be put together to make something just right. I'm learning it by trial and error, which is something that's slow going. ~ Evangeline Lilly, #NFDB
952:I wondered how television worked. I thought about how an interior decorator decided on colors and styles. I wondered, when babies tarted learning how to walk, if they didn't know that that couldn't walk. ~ Cupcake Brown, #NFDB
953:Many forms, sizes and colors, I think there are heroes in sports, in life...It would be cliché to say my dad, my granddad. I think I'm a fan of people who were brave, my aunt, my grandmother, those are my heroes. ~ George Eads, #NFDB
954:My favorite name for a color is "puce." It's kind of a dried blood color. It's a hideous color. But I love the word. It's so euphonic. But my favorite colors are lavender, purple, periwinkle blue, and white. ~ Elizabeth Taylor, #NFDB
955:Oh, would that my mind could let fall its dead ideas, as the tree does its withered leaves! And without too many regrets, if possible! Those from which the sap has withdrawn. But, good Lord, what beautiful colors! ~ Andre Gide, #NFDB
956:On the bad days, there is no color. I know there are colors. I can see the colors, but the world looks gray. The sounds are muffled by a crackling web of static that sits behind my eyes and buzzes in my ears. ~ Uzodinma Iweala, #NFDB
957:Fall colors are funny. They’re so bright and intense and beautiful. It’s like nature is trying to fill you up with color, to saturate you so you can stockpile it before winter turns everything muted and dreary. ~ Siobhan Vivian, #NFDB
958:I create my subjects somehow visualizing them in my style. I start as a poet, put the colors and composition down on canvas as a painter, but finish my work as a sculptor taking delight in caressing the forms. ~ Fernando Botero, #NFDB
959:In black and white there are more colors than color photography, because you are not blocked by any colors so you can use your experiences, your knowledge, and your fantasy, to put colors into black and white. ~ Anders Petersen, #NFDB
960:Rage colors her every movement. Rage that has nothing to do with her so-called bodyguards and everything to do with me and her and the confusion rolling around inside the both of us.
This should be interesting ~ Sabaa Tahir,#NFDB
961:In a dreamlike state, with eyes closed (I found the daylight too unpleasantly glaring), I perceived an uninterrupted stream of fantastic pictures, extraordinary shapes with intense, kaleidoscopic play of colors. ~ Albert Hofmann, #NFDB
962:In all directions, wings are unfurling, each more beautiful than the last. They shimmer in all sorts of colors, and it would be breathtaking if it didn’t mean that hundreds of fairies were losing their shit. The ~ Laura Thalassa, #NFDB
963:The torchlit garden was redolent with the colors and scents of autumn... gold and copper foliage, thick borders of roses and dahlias, flowering grasses and beds of fresh mulch that made the air pleasantly pungent. ~ Lisa Kleypas, #NFDB
964:And even if you didn't fall in love in the eighties, in your mind it will feel like the eighties, all innocent and airbrushed, with bright colors and shoulder pads and Pat Benetar or the Cure on the soundtrack. ~ Jonathan Tropper, #NFDB
965:I love to be clean. I wear the same things, all of my clothes pretty much look the same. I'm a plain and simple type of guy. I don't really do a lotta busy colors and things of that nature. I feel like less is more. ~ Kevin Gates, #NFDB
966:Music, as long as it exists, will always take its departure from the major triad and return to it. The musician cannot escape it any more than the painter his primary colors or the architect his three dimensions. ~ Paul Hindemith, #NFDB
967:My black friends in America don't believe me. I said, 'Dude, I'm Nigerian American.' 'Word? We thought you were, like, regular black.' What the hell is 'regular black'? Crayola coming out with colors I don't know about? ~ Godfrey, #NFDB
968:Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. ~ Henry Rollins, #NFDB
969:Storytelling requires two minds. The writer draws the basic outlines and adds some detail. It’s never complete, however, until the reader fills in that outline with the colors and experiences of his or her own life. ~ Rysa Walker, #NFDB
970:My life flashed before my eyes as I realized I was doomed. In brilliant colors, everything that ever meant anything to me ran across the screen of my mind. Not surprisingly, all I saw were boobs. Life had been good. ~ Tim Marquitz, #NFDB
971:We think we know something about the things themselves when we speak of trees, colors, snow, and flowers, yet we possess only metaphors of the things, which in no way correspond to the original essences. Just ~ Friedrich Nietzsche, #NFDB
972:When sunlight falls on a crystal, lights of all colors of the rainbow appear; yet they have no substance that you can grasp. Likewise, all thoughts in their infinite variety are utterly without substance. ~ Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche, #NFDB
973:But I have learned over the years that all I can do is reach for something difficult - try to get the colors right and the negative space, the angle of the light. And if a few people can see it, that has to be enough. ~ Molly Gloss, #NFDB
974:I hate cosmetics companies. They get you addicted to the perfect lipstick or nail polish and then, six months later, they discontinue it. You have to buy your favorite colors like you're storing up for the Apocalypse. ~ Lisa Kudrow, #NFDB
975:Then everything in Germany became black, white and red—the colors of the Third Reich.12 She thought of something that Professor Moholy-Nagy used to say: I don’t care to participate in this sort of optical event. ~ William T Vollmann, #NFDB
976:Without looking at a particular one, standing in the middle between two rooms, one feels their presence drawing together into a colossal reality. As if these colors could heal one of indecision once and for all. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke, #NFDB
977:Experiments upon vegetation give reason to believe that light combines with certain parts of vegetables, and that the green of their leaves, and the various colors of flowers, is chiefly owing to this combination. ~ Antoine Lavoisier, #NFDB
978:I love crystals, the beauty of their forms and formation; liquids, dormant, distilling, sloshing! The fumes, the odors good or bad, the rainbow of colors; the gleaming vessels of every size, shape and purpose. ~ Robert Burns Woodward, #NFDB
979:The sunset spilled on the water and flared across the sky. The sky changed through several colors and became a soft crumbled gray. It was like walking under the roof of an enormous cave where hidden fires burned low. ~ Ross Macdonald, #NFDB
980:When I speak about freedom, it's about freedom of the spirit. Freedom of the spirit can't be represented by a body. It has to be art. It has to be all the colors. It has to be something that moves and has no boundaries. ~ Salma Hayek, #NFDB
981:...you find yourself studying the fine colors on the river, you feel wonder and awe at the setting of the sun, and you are filled with a hard, aching love for how the world could be and always should be, but now is not. ~ Tim O Brien, #NFDB
982:I’m all about second chances. But that? In there? That was it. That was your second chance, and you repeated all your mistakes. You’ve shown your colors, and I don’t like the way you look in them. I don’t want you around. ~ Amy Harmon, #NFDB
983:It was as if the light had coaxed a flowering from the frost, which before seemed barren and parched as salt. The grass shone with petal colors, and water drops spilled from all the trees as innumerably as petals. ~ Marilynne Robinson, #NFDB
984:The Ozmists around him went iridescent emerald, like light striking a thousand whirring beetles in flight, gold and emerald, emerald and gold, the colors of Lurlinemas, the colors of pine polen in champagne sunlight. ~ Gregory Maguire, #NFDB
985:There are as many forms of advice as there are colors of the rainbow. Remember that good advice can come from bad people and bad advice from good people. The important thing about advice is that it is simply that. Advice. ~ Al Franken, #NFDB
986:The Savage Rocks of Eternal Mind Seizing my life in your hands, you thrashed it clean on the savage rocks of Eternal Mind. How its colors bled, until they grew white! You smile and sit back; I dry in your sun. Rumi ~ Jed McKenna, #NFDB
987:When white and black meet today, sometimes there is a ready understanding that there has been an encounter between two human beings. But often there is only, or chiefly, an awareness that Two Colors are in the room. ~ Gwendolyn Brooks, #NFDB
988:Henry David Thoreau said long ago, “Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new.”2 In most cases, it is classic fashion, not the trending pieces and colors, that stands the test of time. ~ Joshua Becker, #NFDB
989:I could have sworn that the man's eyes were no longer watching his daughter dying in agony, that instead the gorgeous colors of flames and the sight of a woman suffering in them were giving him joy beyond measure. ~ Ry nosuke Akutagawa, #NFDB
990:I could have sworn that the man's eyes were no longer watching his daughter dying in agony, that instead the gorgeous colors of flames and the sight of a woman suffering in them were giving him joy beyond measure. ~ Ryunosuke Akutagawa, #NFDB
991:I feel like they're different creatures, live and in the studio, but that's what makes it so interesting to me. If they didn't have any different shadings or colors, you might as well be a hologram or something. ~ Mary Chapin Carpenter, #NFDB
992:October is nature's funeral month. Nature glories in death more than in life. The month of departure is more beautiful than the month of coming - October than May. Every green thin loves to die in bright colors. ~ Henry Ward Beecher, #NFDB
993:The countryside stretched green and alive from her perch on the hill....She breathed in the air of a free woman and marveled at how her clarity of spirit even seemed to affect her vision. Brighter colors. Fresher air. ~ Pepper D Basham, #NFDB
994:You look beautiful in those colors, Kathleen.” His voice was low and soft.
She felt her face prickle. “Don’t use my first name.”
“By all means,” Devon mocked, glancing down at his towel-clad form, “let’s be formal. ~ Lisa Kleypas,#NFDB
995:Pictures, abstract symbols, materials, and colors are among the ingredients with which a designer or engineer works. To design is to discover relationships and to make arrangements and rearrangements among these ingredients. ~ Paul Rand, #NFDB
996:Refraction, he called it. The way light is broken up into component colors when it passes through a prism. I felt like a refraction of a person. So many different shades that layer to create the illusion of a solid thing. ~ Graham Moore, #NFDB
997:The feeling of the wind, the sound of rushing water, the sense of sunlight breaking through the clouds, the colors of flowers as the seasons changed - everything around him felt changed, as if they had all been recast. ~ Haruki Murakami, #NFDB
998:White is the absence of color. All the colors bounce off it. Nothing stays. Black absorbs all the colors. It is the culmination of color consumption. So really, I’m a blank canvas, and you are full of it. I think that fits. ~ K F Breene, #NFDB
999:I focus on the endless treetops scrapin' the sunset into gooey colors, the birds trillin' and fussin' at our departure. I close my eyes for a second, breathin' in deep to make serious memories, the kind that sick forever. ~ Emily Murdoch, #NFDB
1000:"All the wonders of life are available in the present moment—the sunshine, the fresh air, the trees, the multitude of colors and forms all around us. The essential thing is to be aware. If we open our eyes, we will see." ~ Thich Nhat Hanh, #NFDB
1001:Erland turned his eyes to the window and the figure that stood before it with arms crossed, staring into the anamorphic slurry of colors caught together in the burying of the sun as night fell like a jar of blue-black paint. ~ Luke Taylor, #NFDB
1002:Everything looks different. The houses are all these wild colors. The light is strange. It smells primeval. You're on Mars."
"You are talking about driving?" Lin attempted to clarify.
"About wanderlust," she answered. ~ Nicole Mones,#NFDB
1003:How did the human eye so arrange for itself the lines and colors of the human creature (surely a comparatively ugly animal?) that they wavered and re-formed into this shape we have conceived to be beauty? Strange illusion! ~ Rose Macaulay, #NFDB
1004:I find the erotic such a kernel within myself. When released from its intense and constrained pellet, it flows through and colors my life with a kind of energy that heightens and sensitizes and strengthens all my experience. ~ Audre Lorde, #NFDB
1005:Language as a real thing is not imitation either of sounds or colors or emotions it is an intellectual recreation and there is nopossible doubt about it and it is going to go on being that as long as humanity is anything. ~ Gertrude Stein, #NFDB
1006:she sees her life pass before her in rapid succession, like clouds, different shapes and different colors, merging, passing into one another, the story of her life being pulled out of her, like the pages pulled from a book. ~ Edna O Brien, #NFDB
1007:The grandfather explained to her that it was the sun that did it. "When he says good-night to the mountains he throws his most beautiful colors over them, so that they may not forget him before he comes again the next day. ~ Johanna Spyri, #NFDB
1008:Think of your child, then, not as dead, but as living; not as a flower that has withered, but as one that is transplanted, and touched by a Divine hand, is blooming in richer colors and sweeter shades than those of earth. ~ Richard Hooker, #NFDB
1009:I am not red or blue. I am red, white and blue. Those are the same colors in my body (my heart, blood and veins). I am only human, and the human race is the only race in which I am an active participant - mind, body and soul. ~ Suzy Kassem, #NFDB
1010:Let go of any conceptual associations you have regarding visual impressions. Let go of preferences or judgments...Your likes and dislikes...Just be present with the shapes and colors...focusing on them with bare attention. ~ B Alan Wallace, #NFDB
1011:People with an impoverished vocabulary live an impoverished emotional life; people with rich vocabularies have a multihued palette of colors with which to paint their experience, not only for others, but for themselves as well. ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
1012:She sighed. "Oh, God, to be in the flyship cruising through the void. That's what I long for: an infinite void. With no human voices, no human smells, no human jaws masticating plastic chewing gum in nine iridescent colors. ~ Philip K Dick, #NFDB
1013:Transportation is the center of the world! It is the glue of our daily lives. When it goes well, we don't see it. When it goes wrong, it negatively colors our day, makes us feel angry and impotent, curtails our possibilities. ~ Robin Chase, #NFDB
1014:Besides, when it came to being colorful we invisible kids learned to carry our colors on the inside. We let those colors out when we did things we loved... drawing, music, acting... those things that defined us and made us glow. ~ Paul Dini, #NFDB
1015:Death and his scythe do not come. No sweeping black capes or ethereal escapes. There’s no pearly gate, no prisms of colors as his soul slips away. The stillness is cold steel. The silence is empty with no memory to mend it. ~ Laura Kreitzer, #NFDB
1016:Everyone loves each other for the pilot. But once you start to do the show, you see everybody's true colors. If it's successful, people start to change, and then if it's not doing well, people start to change in other ways. ~ Vanessa Marano, #NFDB
1017:... I can't remember the last time I thought it best
To stand so completely honest with the world, with myself. We lie.
It is so easy to lie, but I know that even lies have colors and they stand
Out against the dark. ~ Leah Umansky,#NFDB
1018:I have come to the conclusion that it is better to have two colors in right relation to each other than to have a vast confusion of emotional exuberance. . . I had rather be intellectually right than emotionally exuberant. ~ Marsden Hartley, #NFDB
1019:I saw the apartment almost as a sanatorium, a hospice clinic for my own recovery. I painted the walls in the warmest colors I could find and bought myself flowers every week, as if I were visiting myself in the hospital. ~ Elizabeth Gilbert, #NFDB
1020:It may be that until now there has been no more potent means for beautifying man himself than piety: it can turn man into so much art, surface, play of colors, graciousness that his sight no longer makes one suffer.--- ~ Friedrich Nietzsche, #NFDB
1021:... people really do take on the grime of their associations and actions. It was impregnated in this guy's cells. It never fails. What we've seen and what we've done washes over us and colors that aura that shadows us. ~ Laurel Dewey, #NFDB
1022:Popo used to say, life is a tapestry we weave day by day with threads of different colors, some heavy and dark, others thin and bright, all the threads having their uses. The stupid things I did are already in the tapestry, ~ Isabel Allende, #NFDB
1023:Through love, tribes have been intermixing colors to reveal a new rainbow world. And as more time passes, this racial and cultural blending will make it harder for humans to side with one race, nation or religion over another. ~ Suzy Kassem, #NFDB
1024:After some time, with my eyes closed, I began to enjoy this wonderful play of colors and forms, which it really was a pleasure to observe. Then I went to sleep and the next day I was fine. I felt quite fresh, like a newborn. ~ Albert Hofmann, #NFDB
1025:I did some pastels and I did other pieces in which there was just basically one color per square, and then they would get bigger and I could get 2 or 3 colors into the square, and ultimately I just started making oil paintings. ~ Chuck Close, #NFDB
1026:It adds up, but I deem it all necessary, even the camera gear. I enjoy photographing the otherworldly colors and shapes presented in the convoluted depths of slot canyons and the prehistoric artwork preserved in their alcoves. ~ Aron Ralston, #NFDB
1027:That’s the trouble with people of all colors—they judge folks by what they think they see, which is usually only on the outside. But it’s what’s inside that counts. That’s what makes a person who he or she really is. And ~ Michael R Phillips, #NFDB
1028:When Black and White are colors and not races, people will still fall in love and discriminate between partners and feel sad and bad and need art that breaks your heart and takes you to those places where pain becomes beauty. ~ Marlene Dumas, #NFDB
1029:And when you’re tired, you crawl into your flower and go to sleep. During the day, everyone talks in colors instead of sounds. It’s so quiet.” She closes her eyes, says slowly, “When people fall in love, they burst into flames. ~ Jandy Nelson, #NFDB
1030:If we take reason strictly, the perceiving of spiritual beauty and excellence no more belongs to reason than it belongs to the sense of feeling to perceive colors or to the power of seeing to perceive the sweetness of food. ~ Jonathan Edwards, #NFDB
1031:People with an impoverished vocabulary live an impoverished emotional life; people with rich vocabularies have a multihued palette of colors with which to paint their experience, not only for others, but for themselves as well. ~ Tony Robbins, #NFDB
1032:Sometimes she feels like a third gender-
preferring primary colors to pastels, the radio to singing. At least she's all mermaid: never gets tired of swimming, hates the thought of socks. -from "The Straight Forward Mermaid ~ Matthea Harvey,#NFDB
1033:The principle of my school is quite different. In the other schools, techniques are displayed like merchandise adorned with colors and flowers, so they can be turned into a way of making a living, which is not the true way. ~ Miyamoto Musashi, #NFDB
1034:These shells are just like the people of the world, Okachan,' Manjiro said, speaking not just to his mother, but to everyone. 'They come from many places. They come in many different colors and sizes. But they are all beautiful. ~ Margi Preus, #NFDB
1035:The worms were beautifully drawn, with their nervous systems and reproductive organs shaded in different colors of highlighter, but the artist had also given them big goofy smiling faces. Grotesque but lovable in a cross-eyed way. ~ L J Smith, #NFDB
1036:We all break the surface into this life already howling the cries of our ancestors, bearing their DNA, their eye colors and their scars, their glory and their shame. It is theirs; it is ours. It is the underside of joy. ~ Ser Prince Halverson, #NFDB
1037:Although I had resigned my commission as an officer two years before, I immediately left Switzerland, accompanied by my wife, in order to report for duty. As it happened, a wire reached me a day later calling me to the colors. ~ Fritz Kreisler, #NFDB
1038:Birds themselves are so interesting and intelligent, and they give so many cues without being verbal, so they say such great things. Feathers are superior to fur even. They’re so beautiful and nature uses such amazing colors. ~ Bibhu Mohapatra, #NFDB
1039:For a long time the old man and this young man sit there side by side at the desk, watching and listening as these three musicians use the black and white keys to tell stories that have nothing at all to do with keys’ colors. ~ Jenny Erpenbeck, #NFDB
1040:HELPED are those who love all the colors of all the human beings, as they love all the colors of the animals and plants; none of their children, nor any of their ancestors, nor any parts of themselves, shall be hidden from them. ~ Alice Walker, #NFDB
1041:I never think about themes. I let the music create itself. I like it to be a potpourri of all kinds of sounds, all kinds of colors, something for everybody, from the farmer in Ireland to the lady who scrubs toilets in Harlem. ~ Michael Jackson, #NFDB
1042:It's Violent.
You imagine it deafening, red, boiling-hot. It's like a comic book: the bright colors, the crude outlines, the words in capital letters: BANG!SMASH!CRUNCH! You think "smithereens."
You crave the explosion. ~ Joan Wickersham,#NFDB
1043:Let's keep the chemists over here and the food over here, that's my feeling. What do I know? But that is a big aspect of fast food is their ability to artificially taint the colors and the smells and stuff to stimulate appetite. ~ Greg Kinnear, #NFDB
1044:They all laugh. We all laugh. And it occurs to me that I might be meeting Tobias's true faction. They are not characterized by a particular virtue. They claim all colors, all activities, all virtues, and all flaws as their own. ~ Veronica Roth, #NFDB
1045:We should not for a moment consider even our best-established knowledge of existence as true. It is awareness only of the colors that our own vision paints on the film of one bubble in one strand of foam on the ocean of being. ~ Olaf Stapledon, #NFDB
1046:Women’s” war has its own colors, its own smells, its own lighting, and its own range of feelings. Its own words. There are no heroes and incredible feats, there are simply people who are busy doing inhumanly human things. ~ Svetlana Alexievich, #NFDB
1047:You’re unique—truly unique. You have hair—and it’s two colors. Your skin sags, and has all those great creases, like a beloved knapsack that has been taken everywhere and shows evidence of every mile. No one else has that. ~ Michael J Sullivan, #NFDB
1048:Of all the arts, abstract painting is the most difficult. It demands that you know how to draw well, that you have a heightened sensitivity for composition and for colors, and that you be a true poet. This last is essential. ~ Wassily Kandinsky, #NFDB
1049:Orchestration is part of the very soul of the work. A work is thought out in terms of the orchestra, certain tone-colors being inseparable from it in the mind of its creator and native to it from the hour of its birth. ~ Nikolai Rimsky Korsakov, #NFDB
1050:The night you told me that the more people I kissed, the dirtier I would become (like a little Play-Doh girl with her colors all mixed up), was the first time I wondered why anyone would ever want to put their mouth on your skin ~ Trista Mateer, #NFDB
1051:Allowing someone that close hadn’t been an option. Not with her home life. The one time she’d allowed someone to cross the barriers to her heart, he’d betrayed her. Devin Wickham. It hadn’t taken him long to show his true colors. ~ Lynette Eason, #NFDB
1052:And just like two siblings with the same parents might have different eye colors, they also might have different lengths of telomeres, which can lead to different outcomes even if they experience similar doses of adversity. ~ Nadine Burke Harris, #NFDB
1053:Colors are primordial ideas, children of the aboriginal colorless light and its counterpart, colorless darkness Light, that first phenomenon of the world, reveals to us the spirit and the living soul of the world through colors. ~ Johannes Itten, #NFDB
1054:I knew exactly what I was, and there was no hang-up with me. None whatsoever. The fact that the pigment of my skin maybe being lighter brown than other people of my race, maybe some of them, but you know our race has all colors. ~ Billy Eckstine, #NFDB
1055:Objective painting is not good painting unless it is good in the abstract sense. A hill or tree cannot make a good painting just because it is a hill or tree. It is lines and colors put together so that they may say something. ~ Georgia O Keeffe, #NFDB
1056:The fondness or indifference that the philosophers expressed for life was merely a preference inspired by their self-love, and will no more bear reasoning upon than the relish of the palate or the choice of colors. ~ Francois de La Rochefoucauld, #NFDB
1057:We had people of all backgrounds coming together - all races, all creeds, all colors, all status in life. And coming together there was a kind of quiet dignity and a kind of sense of caring and a feeling of joint responsibility. ~ Dorothy Height, #NFDB
1058:Everywhere she looked, she saw bright colors: on the drab, gray concrete apartments, on the tin-roofed, open-fronted stores, in the muddy water flowing in the gutters. It was as though a rainbow had melted into her eyes. Rasheed ~ Khaled Hosseini, #NFDB
1059:I took me to the Banks of the River, and tarried there awhile, as the lowering Sun made one with the Water, giving generously of Itself & its Diverse Colors, in a Splay of Magnificence that preceded a most wonderful Silence. ~ George Saunders, #NFDB
1060:These and other tools help poems call our attention to moments when the ordinary nature of experience changes--when the things we think we know flare into brighter colors, starker contrasts, strange and intoxicating possibilities. ~ Tracy K Smith, #NFDB
1061:Because she knows what it's like to live in a world of black, and black, and the tiny bit of white, but when she escaped it, she didn't find the rainbow of colors, the dresses, the singing, the dancing. She only found ugliness. ~ Alexandra Bracken, #NFDB
1062:I've always liked clothes. I usually work very closely with the costume designer when I work on films, picking the fabrics and the clothes. And colors convey feelings. I like swatches and things like that. It makes me feel at home. ~ John Turturro, #NFDB
1063:I've been collecting since college, .. When we're children, we're taught to draw in the lines, use certain colors. In this art, the talent and the creativity we had as children hasn't been squashed. The early stuff is still there. ~ Beverly L Kaye, #NFDB
1064:Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill. ~ Harper Lee, #NFDB
1065:Indeed how might it be if things revealed their colors only when (in our terms) no light fell on them - if, for example, the sky were black? Could we not then say, only by black light do they appear to us in their full colors? ~ Ludwig Wittgenstein, #NFDB
1066:It's the colors that will make you stray. They sing to you, the not-blue and the searing light, and no matter how tightly you tie yourself to the inbetween, eventually you will break free.
No one swims only in the shallow water. ~ Betsy Cornwell,#NFDB
1067:I’ve never met anyone who made me feel loved the way she did. Everything came alive in her company; she cast a charmed theatrical light about her so that to see anything through her eyes was to see it in brighter colors than ordinary— ~ Donna Tartt, #NFDB
1068:The colors that float from the masthead should be the credentials of our seamen. There is no safety to us, and the gentlemen have shown it, but in the rule that all who sail under the flag (not being enemies) are protected by the flag. ~ Henry Clay, #NFDB
1069:The light was odd, too. It poured from the streetlamp outside, through the rose window, which cut it into all sorts of magnificent colors and shapes. It was like peering into a kaleidoscope. Everything was shattered and beautiful. ~ Josiah Bancroft, #NFDB
1070:When we paint the picture of our salvation for others to see, we may use different colors, textures, and shapes on the edges of the parchment. But in the center can only be a cross. Anything else cheapens grace and cheats the believer. ~ Beth Moore, #NFDB
1071:As one sits here in summertime and listens to the cuckoo and all the other bird songs, the crackling and buzzing of insects, as one gazes at the shining colors of flowers, doth one become dumbstruck before the Kingdom of the Creator. ~ Carl Linnaeus, #NFDB
1072:Strive for simplicity! Don't have the face a checkerboard of tints! Use such colors as nature uses, but not try to keep them distinct! Your work may be called monotonous, but one tone is better than many which do not harmonize. ~ William Morris Hunt, #NFDB
1073:To some, whose idea of seaside towns included the blue water of Caribbean or the clear emerald green of the Florida Panhandle, the colors of the Lowcountry could be a little dull. But to me, they were beautiful. Soothing. It was real. ~ Natasha Boyd, #NFDB
1074:But when Marie laughed, when her mouth curved in a perfect arch, when her eyes became the combined colors of hydrogen on the visible light spectrum, when the manifestation of happiness as perfect music passed her lips, then time stopped. ~ Penny Reid, #NFDB
1075:I'm not interested in edges. I'm interested in the mass and color, the black and white. The edges happen because the forms get as quiet as they can be. I want the masses to perform. When I work with forms and colors, I get the edge. ~ Ellsworth Kelly, #NFDB
1076:Somebody once said that the Irish derived the greatest benefit from the English language. They court it like a beautiful woman. They make it bray with donkey laughter, they fling it at the sky like paint pots full of rainbow colors. ~ Malachy McCourt, #NFDB
1077:The whites were really brutishly ignorant, blitheringly, so they killed people sometimes - just came into the African-American community and maimed people because they didn't agree with God's choice for the colors of the people's skin. ~ Maya Angelou, #NFDB
1078:Well, the bottom line is that I'm extremely pleased with 'The Stupids.' I'm pleased that it's coming out, and it should look good. It's nice looking, with the colors and stuff. I made it for kids, and I really would like them to see it. ~ John Landis, #NFDB
1079:For me, theory has always opened things up to where I can walk into a room and just by hearing something I know exactly where to go on the guitar. I have a better time playing because I have a variety of colors to bring to the table. ~ John Frusciante, #NFDB
1080:I saw all races, all colors, blue eyed blonds to black skinned Africans in true brotherhood! In unity! Living as one! Worshiping as one! No segregationists, no liberals; they would not have known how to interpret the meaning of those words ~ Malcolm X, #NFDB
1081:It's about waking up in the morning with everything around you looking gray. Gray sky, gray sun, gray city, gray people, gray thoughts. And the only way out is to have another drink. Then you feel better. Then the colors come back. ~ Sergei Lukyanenko, #NFDB
1082:I was a flower that bloomed and sparked way too fast. He took me in ’cause I was pretty in all kinds of colors but way too soon I stood on his table sad and dried up. I forgot to nourish myself and the sun never shone from my sky. ~ Charlotte Eriksson, #NFDB
1083:Keep evolving. Keep reading plays, doing plays, but also be sure to expand your horizons as much as possible. You only have yourself to bring to your work. You are your palette, so give yourself as many colors as possible to paint with. ~ Gideon Glick, #NFDB
1084:Nature is not always tricked in holiday attire, but the same scene which yesterday breathed perfume and glittered as for the frolic of the nymphs, is overspread with melancholy today. Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson, #NFDB
1085:Ruby, what does the future look like?” Nico asked.
“I see it in colors,” I said. “A deep blue, fading into golds and reds—like fire on a horizon. Afterlight. It’s a sky that wants you to guess if the sun is about to rise or set. ~ Alexandra Bracken,#NFDB
1086:We believe that we know something about the things themselves when we speak of trees, colors, snow, and flowers; and yet we possess nothing but metaphors for things - metaphors which correspond in no way to the original entities. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche, #NFDB
1087:With the heat billowing out around us and inside us, the lights of the dash our only stars, Finn let his hands slide over me, breathing life into me, letting his colors flow through me, his mouth call out to me. And I met him at the door. ~ Amy Harmon, #NFDB
1088:And yet now and then he let himself steal a glance at her. Lovely dark colors of her skin, hair, and eyes. We are half-baked compared to them. Allowed out of the kiln before we were fully done. The old aboriginal myth; the truth, there. ~ Philip K Dick, #NFDB
1089:I just like to express myself in the world around me. And I love writing, but sometimes it feels a little too minute. Sometimes, at the end of the day, there's just not enough colors involved - visually, there are just words on a page. ~ Andrea Gabriel, #NFDB
1090:I still don't know much about art, but I do know that there are places inside of us―palaces of glorious light and caverns of unknowable darkness. Magical places filled with brilliant, unimaginable colors that we suffer to bring forth. ~ Neal Shusterman, #NFDB
1091:Name the colors, blind the eye” is an old Zen saying, illustrating that the intellect’s habitual ways of branding and labeling creates a terrible experiential loss by displacing the vibrant, living reality with a steady stream of labels. ~ Robert Lanza, #NFDB
1092:One Thread Only
One thread, one thread only!
Warp and woof, quill and shuttle,
countless cloths and colors,
a thousand hanks and skeins with ten thousand names
ten thousand places.
But there is one thread only.
~ Bulleh Shah,#NFDB
1093:Toombs sees me. This man I’ve admired in agonizing silence for so long sees me.
And I see him too. Up close, in vivid colors. He’s a moving symphony of darkness, wicked temptation, and macabre tattoos.
He’s beautiful. ~ Kendall Grey,#NFDB
1094:When using colors to recreate a general harmony of tones in nature, one loses it by painfully exact imitation. One keeps it by recreating in an equivalent color range, and that may not be exactly, or far from exactly, like the model. ~ Vincent Van Gogh, #NFDB
1095:How can you make sense of a place if it won't hold still to be counted and even its colors aren't fast? Their job was to imagine, never to know. The truth, as generations of directors had reminded their charges, would only get in the way. ~ Steve Himmer, #NFDB
1096:If you are trying to think ahead musically, it is not going to help you. It is better to ignore what is happening melodically and just look at the little dots coming at you and the corresponding colors and try to do it at the right time. ~ Chris Cornell, #NFDB
1097:Once a woman told me that colored flowers would seem more bright if you added a few white flowers to give the colors definition. Every petal of blue lupin is edged with white, so that a field of lupins is more blue than you can imagine. ~ John Steinbeck, #NFDB
1098:One of the deep mysteries to me is our logo, the symbol of lust and knowledge, bitten into, all crossed with the colors of the rainbow in the wrong order. You couldn't dream a more appropriate logo: lust, knowledge, hope and anarchy. ~ Jean Louis Gassee, #NFDB
1099:One Thread Only
One thread, one thread only!
Warp and woof, quill and shuttle,
countless cloths and colors,
a thousand hanks and skeins with ten thousand names
ten thousand places.
But there is one thread only.
~ Bulleh Shah,#NFDB
1100:The blindness lasts just a second, then the colors start flooding into me: not through my eyes but right through my skin, replacing blood and bone, muscle and sinew, until I am redorangebluegreenpurpleyellowredorangebluegreenpurpleyellow. ~ Jandy Nelson, #NFDB
1101:White is not a mere absence of color; it is a shining and affirmative thing, as fierce as red, as definite as black. God paints in many colors; but He never paints so gorgeously, I had almost said so gaudily, as when He paints in white. ~ G K Chesterton, #NFDB
1102:He'd call him up that night. Tell him. What? That he could gut a cod while he talked about advertising space and printing costs? That he was wondering if love came in other colors than the basic black of none and the red heat of obsession? ~ Annie Proulx, #NFDB
1103:I don't want you to taint that fragile coat of astonishing colors created by my illusions, which no painter has ever been able to reproduce. Strange, isn't it, that no chemical will give a human being the iridescence that illusions give them? ~ Ana s Nin, #NFDB
1104:Salmon with whisky-maple glaze, surrounded by a trio of colors- peas with mint, carrots with maple and thyme, and neeps and tatties with nutmeg and parsley. Green, orange, white. And we can put the salmon on a bed of risotto and mushrooms. ~ Penny Watson, #NFDB
1105:That’s how the grievin’ becomes after a time. You’ve tossed off the black blanket, but scraps of it fall on you unexpected, your life always a quilt with a dark patch or two. The Good Lord uses those to show off the bright colors, I think. ~ Lisa Wingate, #NFDB
1106:The trick. . .is to find the balance between the bright colors of humor and the serious issues of identity, self-loathing, and the possibility for intimacy and love when it seems no longer possible or, sadder yet, no longer necessary. ~ Wendy Wasserstein, #NFDB
1107:Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving. ~ Terry Pratchett, #NFDB
1108:Your attitude is like a box of crayons that color your world. Constantly color your picture gray, and your picture will always be bleak. Try adding some bright colors to the picture by including humor, and your picture begins to lighten up. ~ Allen Klein, #NFDB
1109:You see, to me, for just a moment, despite all of the colors that touch and grapple with what I see in this world, I will often catch an eclipse when a human dies. I've seen millions of them. I've seen more eclipses than I care to remember ~ Markus Zusak, #NFDB
1110:He snorted into his radicchio, which I admired because it was a pretty purple. The radicchio was purple, not his snort. Just in case you got confused there. I don't think it's possible for people to snort colors. We're not unicorns, after all. ~ T J Klune, #NFDB
1111:It is exactly in the repetition of the exercises that the education of the senses exists; not that the child shall know colors, forms or qualities, but that he refine his senses through an exercise of attention, comparison and judgment. ~ Maria Montessori, #NFDB
1112:It’s a grace feather. See how its colors shift from green to blue, like the sea? It means remembrance. It shows that no distance, no amount of water between two people, will make them forget. Someone gave it to say that they remembered you. ~ Kirsty Logan, #NFDB
1113:When she had fallen asleep on me, and the saw in the yard was quiet, and a blackbird was singing as the colors of things in the kitchen dimmed until nothing remained of them but lighter and darker shades of gray, I was completely happy. ~ Bernhard Schlink, #NFDB
1114:Thank you for allowing me to use colors as rich and deep as you please. I had always wanted to do so, yet was never allowed because of the color capabilities of our lithographers. Now that I have done it, I don't think I'll ever go back. ~ Maxfield Parrish, #NFDB
1115:Who in the rainbow can draw the line where the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins? Distinctly we see the difference of the colors, but where exactly does the one first blendingly enter into the other? So with sanity and insanity. ~ Herman Melville, #NFDB
1116:All these seven colors are part of one rainbow, yet they are all different. They have their own quality, their own identity, their own flavor to it. So it is a rainbow. The Divine loves diversity, that is why he made us all different. ~ Sri Sri Ravi Shankar, #NFDB
1117:Colors. Would it be green or blue today? Maybe white—my favorite. A dark voice in the back of my mind offered no color at all as an alternative. I smothered that voice. The days of no color were simply too hard to bear. I needed color today. ~ Julie Hockley, #NFDB
1118:His beard was all colors, a grove of trees in autumn, deep brown and fire-orange and wine-red, an untrimmed tangle across the lower half of his face. His cheeks were apple-red. He looked like a friend; like someone you had known all your life. ~ Neil Gaiman, #NFDB
1119:I much prefer playing the bad guys. I think they are always the most interesting characters. I liken it to painting: if you're playing the good guy, you get three colors: red, white and blue. But if you're the bad guy, you get the whole palette. ~ Ronny Cox, #NFDB
1120:I probably have the worst wardrobe. It's the most ill-fitting with the worst patterns and colors and the most nipple rubbage. There's bad chafing, and it's always tight in all the wrong places. What's sad is that I'm kinda getting used to it. ~ Josh Hopkins, #NFDB
1121:I’ve only got a handful of memories, and I don’t want them wearing away, textures rubbing smooth, colors fading from overexposure. When I take them out, once in a blue moon, I need them bright enough to catch my breath and sharp enough to cut. ~ Tana French, #NFDB
1122:I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair, and surprise. They have punctured hearts. They have beaten lungs. ~ Markus Zusak, #NFDB
1123:If you've been paying attention to politics for the last, you know, 30 years, it would not have shocked you, but what was amazing was that there it was, you know, in irrefutable colors, you know, there on paper, or there on your computer screen. ~ Jill Stein, #NFDB
1124:The human mind is as naturally sensitive to arguments as the eye is to colors. (There may be some people who are argument-blind!) But the eye will not see if it is not kept open, and the mind will not follow an argument if it is not awake. ~ Mortimer J Adler, #NFDB
1125:They do love their pretty colors," grumbled Tolya. "Don't give me any ideas," I whispered. "Maybe I'll decide my personal guard should wear bright yellow pantaloons." For the first time, I saw an expression very much like fear cross his face. ~ Leigh Bardugo, #NFDB
1126:When art becomes independent and paints its world in dazzling colors, a moment of life has grown old. Such a moment cannot be rejuvenated by dazzling colors, it can only be evoked in memory. The greatness of art only emerges at the dusk of life. ~ Guy Debord, #NFDB
1127:Colors shone with exceptional clarity in the rain. The ground was a deep black, the pine branches a brilliant green, the people wrapped in yellow looking like special spirits that were allowed to wander over the earth on rainy mornings only. ~ Haruki Murakami, #NFDB
1128:If you run on lies long enough, they become your truth.
Such delicate fabric we conceal our motives in.
Colors to obscure the truth of our hearts.
No one is a bad person in his or her own mind.
We are all noble protagonists. ~ Rick Remender,#NFDB
1129:in the summer, it's short greens and tall greens and sometimes a smudge of other colors. In winter, it's squinty white,and sometimes deep when it looks flat. In early spring and late fall, the town gets brown and black, like an old photograph. ~ Blue Balliett, #NFDB
1130:Writing is a luxury or, with luck, a rainbow of colors. It is my lifesaver when the water of the river or the sea tries to drag me under. When you want to die you fall in love with yourself, you look for something touching that will save you. ~ Silvina Ocampo, #NFDB
1131:As a kid I understood that people were different colors, but in my head white and black and brown were like types of chocolate. Dad was the white chocolate, mom was the dark chocolate, and I was the milk chocolate. But we were all just chocolate. ~ Trevor Noah, #NFDB
1132:He wanted to be content with an identity nicely chopped into pieces of varying lengths, but whose character was always similar, without dyeing it in autumnal colors, drenching it in April showers or mottling it with the instability of clouds. ~ Raymond Queneau, #NFDB
1133:not a wild submergence of soul, a dipping of all colors into an obscuring dye, such as his love for Nicole had been. Certain thoughts about Nicole, that she should die, sink into mental darkness, love another man, made him physically sick. ~ F Scott Fitzgerald, #NFDB
1134:One of the reasons I came to Berkeley was because I saw so many students of all different colors speaking so many different languages and ferociously presenting all these different views. I thought, this is the 21st century and I want to be here! ~ June Jordan, #NFDB
1135:People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. ~ Markus Zusak, #NFDB
1136:When I started, I was aware of using the black as a rhetorical device. It's understanding that black people come in a wide range of colors, but you find instances in a lot of black literature in which the blackness is used as a metaphor. ~ Kerry James Marshall, #NFDB
1137:You see, to me, for just a moment, despite all of the colors that touch and grapple with what I see in this world, I will often catch an eclipse when a human dies.
I've seen millions of them.
I've seen more eclipses than I care to remember ~ Markus Zusak,#NFDB
1138:Geniuses come in many shapes and colors, and they often run in packs. If you can find one, it may lead you to others. Collaborate with geniuses. Send them your spells. Look carefully at theirs. What could you do together? Combination is creation. ~ Aaron Koblin, #NFDB
1139:He wants money for nothing, without waiting or working! We’ve grown used to having everything ready made, to walking on crutches, to having our food chewed for us. Then the great hour struck, and every man showed himself in his true colors. ~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky, #NFDB
1140:Abram, having failed in Genesis 13, comes through with flying colors in this battle of faith because he aligns himself with God, and he refuses to allow his heart to be compromised by the possibility of taking the riches that this world can offer. ~ Ligon Duncan, #NFDB
1141:Bees see colors in the ultraviolet range that humans cannot. Some flowers have colored maps like little runways to show the bees where to land. Humans are blind to these special markings, but the bees see them. —NED BLOODWORTH’S BEEKEEPER’S JOURNAL ~ Karen White, #NFDB
1142:(Edward describing Angeline's bonnet)
"Then it is overbright and those colors should never been seen togther upon the same person, not to mention the same garment ." he said. "And it actually suits you perfectly. It suits your character. ~ Mary Balogh,#NFDB
1143:Simultaneous contrast is not just a curious optical phenomenon – it is the very heart of painting. Repeated experiments with adjacent colors will show that any ground subtracts its own hue from the colors which it carries and therefore influences. ~ Josef Albers, #NFDB
1144:Their elegant shape, showy colors, and slow, sailing mode of flight, make them very attractive objects, and their numbers are so great that they form quite a feature in the physiognomy of the forest, compensating for the scarcity of flowers. ~ Henry Walter Bates, #NFDB
1145:View the gradients of adversity as the colors that paint your story, and the power of experience as what makes you a great teacher, creator, philosopher, entrepreneur, artist, and human.
Everything works out eventually.
I promise. ~ Jennifer Sodini,#NFDB
1146:We grew tired together, creating our own kind of art. We became the masterpieces of the loneliest souls. The colors in both of our eyes bled out, knowing that sometimes the most beautiful pieces of art were created from the darkest of souls. ~ Brittainy C Cherry, #NFDB
1147:Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of the earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid to love, I who love love? ~ Eugene O Neill, #NFDB
1148:Food tastes like nothing. Colors go flat. Music hurts, and so do memories. You look at something you’d otherwise find beautiful—a purple sky at sunset or a playground full of kids—and it only somehow deepens the loss. Grief is so lonely this way. ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB
1149:Great. We can pick out our colors."
"What?"
"For the wedding. I'm thinking melon and mint. Supposed to be really hot next spring."
Cal laughed out loud, the first time I'd ever heard him do that. "It's a plan. See ya, Sophie. ~ Rachel Hawkins,#NFDB
1150:My uncle, who's an art teacher, took me under his wing and gave me a really strong foundation in art. I spent summers with him, and he taught me how to draw, how to see, how to mix colors, how to use different mediums and perspective, and so forth. ~ Kadir Nelson, #NFDB
1151:Oozing Street was oddly cheerful, with flower boxes hanging from windowsills and houses painted bright colors; even the slaughterhouse that anchored it was an inviting robin’s-egg blue, and I resisted an odd impulse to go inside and ask for a tour. ~ Ransom Riggs, #NFDB
1152:The colors of living things begin to fade with the last breath, and the soft, springy skin and supple muscle rot within weeks. But the bones sometimes remain, faithful echoes of the shape, to bear some last faint witness to the glory of what was. ~ Diana Gabaldon, #NFDB
1153:The definition of unity is oneness of purpose, not sameness of being. Like a quilt with various colors and patterns that have been blended together into a harmonious whole, a church in unity celebrates each person’s unique place in the divine design. ~ Tony Evans, #NFDB
1154:There’s a note on the door: “Dear kind person, Please don’t look for valuables here. We never had any. Use whatever you want, but don’t trash the place. We’ll be back.” I saw signs on other houses in different colors—“Dear house, forgive us! ~ Svetlana Alexievich, #NFDB
1155:Coloring excited him, not the act of filling in space, but choosing colors that no one else would select. In the green of the hills he saw red. Purple snow, green skin, silver sun. He liked the effect it had on others, that it disturbed his siblings. ~ Patti Smith, #NFDB
1156:Her parents loved her, there was no question of that, but their love was the sort that filled her suitcase with colors and kept trying to set her up in dates with local boys. Their love wanted to fix her, and refused to see that she wasn't broken. ~ Seanan McGuire, #NFDB
1157:I can see some of the roses still blooming in my mother´s garden. Brown on the edges and bright in other colors, their petals drooping downward, dying just as their lives have begun.
They stayed past their time, and I´ve realized that I have too. ~ Laura Nowlin,#NFDB
1158:Mostly the colors of that land stuck to shades of red dirt and black cinders with a few dashes of sickly green. And yet look up, and the sun burned yellow and the sky rolled blue and deep like an argument that the world had not gone wrong at all. ~ Charles Frazier, #NFDB
1159:We got the idea of nature almost encroaching. It's incredibly lush, incredibly green, we really popped the colors, lots of deep reds and the greens. It really has a sense of color which is unsettling actually and people are like, "It's so colorful." ~ Miles Millar, #NFDB
1160:Boxes are being opened and vans idle with loads of fish and crab, early spring berries, bunches of sweet lemony sorrel, chocolates, cheeses, oils and vinegars in thin green bottles, flowers with sweet-smelling heads the colors of confectionary. ~ Hannah Tunnicliffe, #NFDB
1161:I see things in a specific way. All the films are different. There are specific characters and scenes and locations and ideas. There are colors I want to see. There are movements and things ... The films are different, but the approach is the same. ~ Harmony Korine, #NFDB
1162:You take the pen, and the lines dance. You take the flute and the notes shimmer. You take the brush, and the colors sing. So all things have meaning and beauty in that space beyond time where you are. How, then, can I hold back anything from you? ~ Dag Hammarskjold, #NFDB
1163:All day long he was docile, intelligent, good, Though sometimes changing to a darker mood. He seemed hypocritical, could tell better lies, in the dark he saw dots of colors behind closed eyes, clenched fists, put his tongue out at his elder brother. ~ Arthur Rimbaud, #NFDB
1164:I fear that my mind would starve and that I might find myself in danger if I had no visual information, that it's chiefly the light, the shapes, the spaces, the colors that I see that compel me to keep moving forward in life and that keep me safe. ~ Rosemary Mahoney, #NFDB
1165:I like to shop. I don't always buy things when I shop, but I think it's fun to go out and look at the worlds of colors. I love to roam through supermarkets. I am a great lover of household products. I particularly like the packaging of cereal boxes. ~ Frederick Lenz, #NFDB
1166:It takes patience and humility to dull your brilliant colors, to put on the mask of the inconspicuous. Do not despair at having to wear such a bland mask--it is often your unreadability that draws people to you and makes you appear a person of power. ~ Robert Greene, #NFDB
1167:Lucas felt uncommonly depressed and careless. Drunkenness, in a man like August Hay, melts the restraints on cheerfulness. On the contrary with Lucas: he kept up courage consciously. Sap his mind, and the lid was lifted from a cesspool of muddy colors. ~ John Updike, #NFDB
1168:O Heavenly Children, God's messengers are as limitless as the fish in the sea. They come in all colors, regions, languages and creeds. But their message is one and the same, don't you see? He only wishes to unite all His children under one family tree. ~ Suzy Kassem, #NFDB
1169:But winter was necessary. Why else would the world have it? The trees seemed to welcome the season, from the way they changed colors before they dropped their leaves and went to sleep. Winter was a part of a cycle, like day and night, life and death. ~ Merrie Haskell, #NFDB
1170:Crayola makes all kinds of crazy colors. You know. Burnt umber. Burnt sienna. Blanched almond. Baby-shit yellow. And so on, and so forth. I’m just saying, cockroaches Have their own color. It’s distinct. Crayola should get on that. The kids’ll love it. ~ Chuck Wendig, #NFDB
1171:It hurts to live after someone has died. It just does. It can hurt to walk down a hallway or open the fridge. It hurts to put on a pair of socks, to brush your teeth. Food tastes like nothing. Colors go flat. Music hurts, and so do memories. You look ~ Michelle Obama, #NFDB
1172:Literature is the noblest of all the arts. Music dies on the air, or at best exists only as a memory; oratory ceases with the effort; the painter's colors fade and the canvas rots; the marble is dragged from its pedestal and is broken into fragments. ~ Elbert Hubbard, #NFDB
1173:Newt Gingrich was campaigning at a zoo this week and he was bitten by a penguin. Newt Gingrich is always campaigning at zoos. Mitt Romney once did a photo op at a zoo. That was a big mistake, because he stood next to the chameleon, and HE changed colors. ~ Bill Maher, #NFDB
1174:Things could change Gabe. Things could be different. I don't know how, but there must be some way for things to be different. There could be colors. And grandparents. And everybody would have memories. You know about memories...Gabe, there could be love. ~ Lois Lowry, #NFDB
1175:All the borders in the world are man-made There are no borders, we are all hooked together. Everything is connected. There is no line of demarcation. We are hooked together like the colors of a rainbow, our problem is ignorance, we don't understand that. ~ Bob Proctor, #NFDB
1176:I can't think of one other thing I do that even begins to compare to the joy I feel as a mom. The job is a labor of love. There are days that are painful and test you for sure, and then there are those glorious days where you pass with flying colors. ~ Sandra Magsamen, #NFDB
1177:I make time to exercise at least four times a week. I mix up running, yoga, barre classes, and rock-climbing to get a full workout. I also follow my mum and dad's nutritional advice and eat a variety of colors on my plate. Plenty of fruit and vegetables. ~ Rose McIver, #NFDB
1178:Pandemic, Pangaea, Panacea, Panoply. Those were all big words, to be sure, but as has been said, September read often, and liked it best when words did not pretend to be simple, but put on their full armor and rode out with colors flying. ~ Catherynne M Valente, #NFDB
1179:It was like that all the time, in those years: an endless trip, a gaudy voyage. But powers decay. Time leaches the colors from the best of visions. The world becomes grayer. Entropy beats us down. Everything fades. Everything goes. Everything dies. ~ Robert Silverberg, #NFDB
1180:love was like an insatiable hunger. You were never sated for long, always wanting more, needing more. It made you feel alive and rejuvenated the colors brighter and the perceptions more acute – the lifeblood that kept you from becoming old and hard. ~ Irina Shapiro, #NFDB
1181:By the combination of lines and colors, under the pretext of some motif taken from nature, I create symphonies and harmonies that represent nothing absolutely real in the ordinary sense of the word but are intended to give rise to thoughts as music does. ~ Paul Gauguin, #NFDB
1182:Jem gazed up into the proper deep blue he knew well from Dorsetshire, coupled with the vivid green of the roadside grass and shrubs, and found himself smiling at these colors that were so natural and yet shouted louder than any London ribbon or dress. ~ Tracy Chevalier, #NFDB
1183:The glories and the beauties of form, color and sound unite in the Grand Canyon - forms unrivaled even by the mountains, colors that vie with sunsets, and sounds that span the diapason from tempest to tinkling raindrop; from cataract to bubbling fountain. ~ John Wesley, #NFDB
1184:But days like these offered sights more welcome to tired eyes, when autumn colors brushed the leaves, when cooler air meant grapes and olives and relief from August's oppressive heat. The blue of the sky, sharper than memory, bluer even than la mar itself. ~ Julie Berry, #NFDB
1185:The sand was hard-packed and solid and wet, speckled all over with cockle shells in colors and patterns of such profusion and variety that they must have given the first Dutchmen the idea to go out into the sea and bring back precious things from afar. ~ Neal Stephenson, #NFDB
1186:Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid of love, I who love love?.. Why was I born without a skin, O God, that I must wear armor in order to touch or to be touched? ~ Eugene O Neill, #NFDB
1187:I'm constantly thinking about design, shapes, patterns and colors, so I just want to be more of a blank canvas. But there is a comfort in knowing what you're going to wear, and that probably comes from Catholic school, where I wore a uniform for 10 years. ~ Prabal Gurung, #NFDB
1188:It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one, like scent. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St John. They look like fragments of heaven. I think the emerald is more beautiful than any of them. ~ George Eliot, #NFDB
1189:Their presence lives on in everyone who knew them, as if we took that responsibility when we met them, without even being asked Their essence is refracted into the universe, where it colors the air with their hues, eventually bleeding into the sunset with ~ Jennifer Ryan, #NFDB
1190:Wait, I want more green. I hope I did not imply I only wanted your colors. We can't turn a cold shoulder to green, and blue, and purple, for the sake of all ordered things, how can you dismiss purple? Celi, call Nom back and tell him of my need for purple! ~ Shannon Hale, #NFDB
1191:A perfectly healthy sentence, it is true, is extremely rare. For the most part we miss the hue and fragrance of the thought; as if we could be satisfied with the dews of the morning or evening without their colors, or the heavens without their azure. ~ Henry David Thoreau, #NFDB
1192:But a book? You go into it. There’s no visual or auditory other than what forms in your own mind. You visualize the characters, the scene, through the words. You, as reader, interpret the tone of voice, the colors, the movement as you physically turn the pages. ~ J D Robb, #NFDB
1193:Even when I’m caught off guard by a lathery shade of peach on the bottom corner of a painting at the Met, as if being reminded that I haven’t seen all the colors, and how there’s more to see, and how one color’s newness can invalidate all of my sureness. ~ Durga Chew Bose, #NFDB
1194:I know a Graceling when I see one.” He jabbed with his sword, and she rolled out of the way. “Let me see the colors of your eyes, boy. I’ll cut them out. Don’t think I won’t.” It gave her some pleasure to knock him on the head with the hilt of her knife. ~ Kristin Cashore, #NFDB
1195:Prints can absolutely be investment pieces. I've seen prints from my collections from five years ago on the street now. It's totally possible. If the colors don't age and if the fabric is beautiful, then of course people should wear it year after year. ~ Thakoon Panichgul, #NFDB
1196:There is a paradise of form and colors in the world. And because you have eyes still in good condition, you can get in touch with the paradise. So when I become aware of my eyes, I touch one of the conditions of happiness. And when I touch it, happiness comes. ~ Nhat Hanh, #NFDB
1197:They are thought pictures -- the outstanding headlands of the meandering shores of life, and are points to steer by on the broad sea of thought and experience. They body forth in living forms and colors the ever varying lights and shadows of the soul. ~ Frederick Douglass, #NFDB
1198:They open their wings,
flash patterns and colors,
fly from flower to flower.
I, with the dark bristles and many feet
of the former form,
inch along the ground.
Sometimes all I want
is two armfuls of air,
a fistful of sky. ~ Nina Kiriki Hoffman,#NFDB
1199:Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving. — Terry Pratchett ~ Terry Pratchett, #NFDB
1200:Every story has more than one side, like a crystal that captures and reflects different colors of light. Do not take for granted what you think you know, for until you hold the entire jewel in your palm, the temptation is to fall prey to illusion and deception. ~ Aja James, #NFDB
1201:I can't work without a model. I won't say I turn my back on nature ruthlessly in order to turn a study into a picture, arranging the colors, enlarging and simplifying; but in the matter of form I am too afraid of departing from the possible and the true. ~ Vincent Van Gogh, #NFDB
1202:One full wall was given over to Father’s stamp albums, fat leather volumes whose colors indicated the reign of each monarch: black for Queen Victoria, red for Edward the Seventh, green for George the Fifth, and blue for our present monarch, George the Sixth. ~ Alan Bradley, #NFDB
1203:Glitterdust across a broad expanse of blue. Before me, the water unfurled like dark swaths of shadowed silk, colors muted, reflections cast by the lamps hanging from the prows of the gondolas rippling, and my heart swelled at the beauty and the romance of it. ~ Megan Chance, #NFDB
1204:I try to construct a picture in which shapes, spaces, colors, form a set of unique relationships, independent of any subject matter. At the same time I try to capture and translate the excitement and emotion aroused in me by the impact with the original idea. ~ Milton Avery, #NFDB
1205:It seems obvious that colors vary according to lights, because when any color is placed in the shade, it appears to be different from the same color which is located in light. Shade makes color dark, whereas light makes color bright where it strikes. ~ Leon Battista Alberti, #NFDB
1206:One should marry only when one is wise enough. Marriage is not for young people. For young people is to fool around. Marriage is for those who have experienced life in many ways, who have seen all the colors, the whole spectrum of it, and are now ready to settle. ~ Rajneesh, #NFDB
1207:You picked the color?” She asked.
“I did, yeah.”
“I love it. I wouldn’t have thought a color so dark would look good in here but it does.”
“Dark, warm colors work best in low-light rooms.”
“Did you learn that in trade school?”
“Pinterest. ~ Tiffany Reisz,#NFDB
1208: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 education. What you receive is like the outlines in a child’s coloring book. You must fill in the colors yourself. ~ Louis L Amour, #NFDB
1209:It would be a year next Monday, a year since she’d left them. More and more he found himself reliving her final weeks, that crazy emotional roller coaster when the best and worst of times came together in a kaleidoscope of dark shadows and brilliant colors. ~ Karen Kingsbury, #NFDB
1210:My earliest memory is seeing Michael Jackson in Melbourne with my sister when I was about ten. I still have this souvenir stick with a glove that would light up and make a peace sign in a bunch of different colors. I'm so happy my mom didn't throw that out. ~ Emilie de Ravin, #NFDB
1211:My sudden, unforeseen capitulation had knocked me backward, and I had nothing to hold on to. My internal weather was eerily calm, as if in a tornado's aftermath, birdsong, sunshine, supersaturated colors, wreckage all around, and myself, dazed and limping. ~ Kate Christensen, #NFDB
1212:When we are writing, or painting, or composing, we are, during the time of creativity, freed from normal restrictions, and are opened to a wider world, where colors are brighter, sounds clearer, and people more wondrously complex than we normally realize. ~ Madeleine L Engle, #NFDB
1213:By giving the public a rich and full melody, distinctly arranged and well played, all the time creating new tone colors and patterns, I feel we have a better chance of being successful. I want a kick to my band, but I don't want the rhythm to hog the spotlight. ~ Glenn Miller, #NFDB
1214:Coldness settles again in my stomach. I do not want a nice Hmong girl. I want a nice Egyptian boy who teaches me about colors and makes me appreciate poetry. I want the nice Egyptian boy who stops in the middle of the day to say "Thank you, God. For everything. ~ Rose Christo, #NFDB
1215:COLEMAN SLEEPING BAG: LIGHTWEIGHT, LIME GREEN W/ BEIGE INTERIOR, WELL USED, ZIPPER BROKEN. 22 T-SHIRTS, SEVEN: ASSORTED BRANDS, COLORS, AND STYLES. 23 ENERGIZER LED FLASHLIGHT (NO BATTERIES). 24 SCARF: GRAY/BLUE STRIPED ACRYLIC FABRIC, FRINGE MISSING ON ONE END. ~ Tyler Dilts, #NFDB
1216:It is often said that Anarchists live in a world of dreams to come, and do not see the things which happen today. We do see them only too well, and in their true colors, and that is what makes us carry the hatchet into the forest of prejudice that besets us. ~ Peter Kropotkin, #NFDB
1217:Kodachrome...
it gives us those nice, bright colors,
gives us the greens of summers,
makes ya think all the world's a sunny day,
Oh yeah!
I've got a Nikon camera,
I'd love to take a photograph,
so mama don't take...
my Kodachrome away... ~ Paul Simon,#NFDB
1218:The holiness of God is like a white light: pure, simple, complete. But when that light shines, as it were, through the prisms of individual human lives, it breaks into an infinite variety of colors... each one reveals a unique dimension of the divine holiness. ~ Robert Barron, #NFDB
1219:The place was horrible by daylight. The Chinese junk on the walls, the rug, the fussy lamp, the teakwood stuff, the sticky riot of colors, the totem pole, the flagon of ether and laudanum - all this in the daytime had a stealthy nastiness, like a fag party. ~ Raymond Chandler, #NFDB
1220:The purple light or glow, which appears roughly fifteen or twenty minutes after sunset... looks like an isolated bright spot fairly high in the sky over the place the sun has set, and then it quickly expands and sinks until it blends with the colors underneath. ~ James Elkins, #NFDB
1221:You can be zany and funny or you can do something that really has some depth to it and serious, so there's many different colors to paint with. I would hate to get trapped in one little thing. I always feel like funny is an appendage, but it is not my whole body. ~ Jim Carrey, #NFDB
1222:Although when you look at people that say, from the same culture, roughly the same age, and not very difference intelligence, and you make a lot of detailed questions about the experiences of say colors, situations, and so on, you'll get very similar answers. ~ Antonio Damasio, #NFDB
1223:But when I fell in love with black, it contained all color. It wasn’t a negation of color. It was an acceptance. Because black encompasses all colors. Black is the most aristocratic color of all.... You can be quiet and it contains the whole thing. ~ Louise Berliawsky Nevelson, #NFDB
1224:I'd love for there to be a situation - a world in which that's just not even a question anymore. We are all filmmakers - different stripes, genders, sexual orientations, colors - and our work can be taken on its own terms. I'm really looking forward to that day. ~ Lynn Shelton, #NFDB
1225:I realized that I wasn't naturally born to good taste. I understand what it is, but I am happy to wear bright colors. I do have a few items of black clothing, but I think good taste and doing the same thing over and over again is what the whole art world has become. ~ Jim Shaw, #NFDB
1226:I told him he must treat the political audience as one coming, not to see an etching, but a poster,” he said to Jusserand and Archie Butt. “He must, therefore, have streaks of blue, yellow, and red to catch the eye, and eliminate all fine lines and soft colors. ~ Edmund Morris, #NFDB
1227:The little may contrast with the great, in painting, but cannot be said to be contrary to it. Oppositions of colors contrast; but there are also colors contrary to each other, that is, which produce an ill effect because they shock the eye when brought very near it. ~ Voltaire, #NFDB
1228:The noise from the party raging downstairs seeped into my quiet space. I palmed my blue and red bouncy ball as I lay on my bed facing the wall. I threw it in the air a few times to watch the colors blur together before bouncing it off the wall above my headboard. ~ Aileen Erin, #NFDB
1229:When I set a glass prism on a windowsill and allow the sun to flood through it, a spectrum of colors dances on the floor. What we call "white" is a rainbow of colored rays packed into a small space. The prism sets them free. Love is the white light of emotion. ~ Diane Ackerman, #NFDB
1230:You can fall in love again with someone you're already in love with. It's like waking from a dream within a dream and finding another layer, the colors more vivid, the light more lucid, the fantasy more real. Being in love is an endless loop of waking to reverie. ~ Leah Raeder, #NFDB
1231:You can fall in love again with someone you’re already in love with. It’s like waking from a dream within a dream and finding another layer, the colors more vivid, the light more lucid, the fantasy more real. Being in love is an endless loop of waking to reverie. ~ Leah Raeder, #NFDB
1232:The morning of September 1st met the citizen of the village shining with beautiful sunny weather.
A refreshing breeze, enriched by acerb fragrances of maple, oak, and poplar tree leaves that already began changing their colors for autumn, blew from the lake. ~ Sahara Sanders,#NFDB
1233:The politicians would be blind men arguing over the colors of the rainbow. If the government had subjected its policy “to a randomized controlled trial then we might, by now, have known its true worth and be some way ahead in our thinking,” Cochrane observed. ~ Philip E Tetlock, #NFDB
1234:Reacher knocked on the door, and the voices fell silent. He opened the door, and saw a break room, very municipal, full of inoffensive colors and low chairs with fabric upholstery. In the chairs were five people, two men, three women, different ages, different types. ~ Lee Child, #NFDB
1235:This hair has a reputation of being stereotypically punk rock, and I'm the girliest person you'll ever find so it took a while for me to figure out how to convey my style. I never wear black very often anymore, all the colors I wear are extremely soft and lovely. ~ Ariana Grande, #NFDB
1236:As the least drop of wine tinges the whole goblet, so the least particle of truth colors our whole life. It is never isolated, or simply added as treasure to our stock. When any real progress is made, we unlearn and learn anew what we thought we knew before. ~ Henry David Thoreau, #NFDB
1237:Colors blind the eye.
Sounds deafen the ear.
Flavors numb the taste.
Thoughts weaken the mind.
Desires wither the heart.
The Master observes the world
but trusts his inner vision.
He allows things to come and go.
His heart is open as the sky. ~ Lao Tzu,#NFDB
1238:This is the best of times and the worst of times. So what else is new? The bad news is that the Martians have landed in Manhattan, and have checked in at the Waldorf-Astoria. The good news is that they only eat homeless people of all colors, and they pee gasoline. ~ Kurt Vonnegut, #NFDB
1239:To my young friends out there: Life can be great, but not when you can't see it. So, open your eyes to life: to see it in the vivid colors that God gave us as a precious gift to His children, to enjoy life to the fullest, and to make it count. Say yes to your life. ~ Nancy Reagan, #NFDB
1240:I love when it's me you look at with that laughter in your eyes. It's reassuring, as if in letting me know my heart also had colors that you enjoy seeing. It makes me sparkle inside; I adore the times we sparkle together...to me nothing is better than those. ~ Stefanie Schneider, #NFDB
1241: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 its silver when its wet, and all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet. ~ Shel Silverstein, #NFDB
1242:One of the great exercises you can do is to stop and acknowledge the colors around you... If you're constantly distracting yourself, then you're never really experiencing anything fully. It can cause you to feel like you have no center, like nothing is grounding you. ~ Sheryl Crow, #NFDB
1243:They sang the words in unison, yet somehow created a web of sounds with their voices. It was like hearing a piece of fabric woven with all the colors of a rainbow. I did not know that such beauty could be formed by the human mouth. I had never heard harmony before. ~ Anita Diament, #NFDB
1244:We are all bits and pieces of history and literature and international law, Byron, Tom Paine, Machiavelli or Christ, it's here. And the hour's late. And the war's begun. And we are out here, and the city is there, all wrapped up in its own coat of a thousand colors. ~ Ray Bradbury, #NFDB
1245:Everyone always celebrates the easy attractiveness of green or blue eyes, but there was a depth to Davis’s brown eyes that you just don’t get from lighter colors, and the way he looked at me made me feel like there was something worthwhile in the brown of my eyes, too. ~ John Green, #NFDB
1246:I cannot copy nature in a servile way; I am forced to interpret nature and submit it to the spirit of the picture. From the relationship I have found in all the tones there must result a living harmony of colors, a harmony analogous to that of a musical composition. ~ Henri Matisse, #NFDB
1247:I was born and raised in America. However, I am not red or blue. I am red, white and blue. Those are the same colors in my body (my heart, blood and veins). I am only human, and the human race is the only race in which I am an active participant - mind, body and soul. ~ Suzy Kassem, #NFDB
1248:October 31st dawned damp and cold, but by nine in the morning the misty rain had dissipated, and blue sky broke through. By eleven the sun had dried the leaves to crisp colors, and the world smelled of apples and burning wood smoke and candles and pumpkin innards. ~ Chet Williamson, #NFDB
1249:What will happen to the flowers, now that you are gone? The earth that clings to the steps, the tulsi that begins to sprout. The colors that brighten the darkness of the stairs, the scents that perfume the air. Must I climb alone the petal-strewn trail of your descent? ~ Manil Suri, #NFDB
1250:I then realized that I could never be satisfied again with the mere natural charm of my voice, that I had to constantly paint when singing, melting all the colors, expressing reds and blacks that had to be less primary but bursting with subtly colored combinations. ~ Placido Domingo, #NFDB
1251:Lingering, bottled-up anger never reveals the 'true colors' of an individual. It, on the contrary, becomes all mixed up, rotten, confused, forms a highly combustible, chemical compound then explodes as something foreign, something very different than one's natural self. ~ Criss Jami, #NFDB
1252:The amount of interaction, the amount of understanding that exists in your generation among people of different races and different creeds and different colors is unprecedented. And by the way, that goes - that cuts across party lines, that cuts across partisan lines. ~ Barack Obama, #NFDB
1253:The human heart is like a big mess of embroidery silks, and the more you pull, the more they tangle. The thing is, the threads have only got one end, if that. You can't sort them all out into colors. You just pick the ones you want and hold one to them as best you can. ~ Rose Lerner, #NFDB
1254:To evoke in oneself a feeling one has once experienced, and having evoked it in oneself, then by means of movements, lines, colors, sounds, or forms expressed through words, so to convey this so that others may experience the same feeling - this is the activity of art. ~ Leo Tolstoy, #NFDB
1255:We can make a little order where we are, and then the big sweep of history on which we can have no effect doesn't overwhelm us. We do it with colors, with a garden, with the furnishings of a room, or with sounds and words. We make a little form, and we gain composure. ~ Robert Frost, #NFDB
1256:We had a very exhaustive, extensive search for the guy that is going lead our football team over the next few years. We spent about two months in an in-depth interview process, and Bret came out with flying colors. We are absolutely thrilled that he is our head coach. ~ Ron Jaworski, #NFDB
1257:Little by little, I've reached the stage of using only a small number of forms and colors. It's not the first time that painting has been done with a very narrow range of colors. The frescoes of the tenth century are painted like this. For me, they are magnificent things. ~ Joan Miro, #NFDB
1258:The vivacity and brightness of colors in a landscape will never bear any comparison with a landscape in nature when it is illumined by the sun, unless the painting is placed in such a position that it will receive the same light from the sun as does the landscape. ~ Leonardo da Vinci, #NFDB
1259:Think positive thoughts, intensely. Grow enthusiastic images, boldly. Speak only wonderful words to yourself, constantly. Feel fantastic, NOW! This colors your view of the world. Like a magnet, you attract the resources necessary to manifest the world you desire. ~ Mark Victor Hansen, #NFDB
1260:Water is white when it’s angry. Blue when it’s calm. Red when the sun sets, black at midnight. And water is clear when it falls. Clear when it washes through my head and out my fingertips. Water is clear and it washes all the colors away, it washes all the pictures away. ~ Amy Harmon, #NFDB
1261:At least 15 percent of human females possess a genetic mutation that gives them an extra (fourth) type of color photoreceptor—and this allows them to discriminate between colors that look identical to the majority of us with a mere three types of color photoreceptors. ~ David Eagleman, #NFDB
1262:I notice I may have somehow mixed up two events, my visit with Rita to Briceland on our way to Cantrip, and our passing through Briceland again on our way back to New York, but such suffusions of swimming colors are not to be disdained by the artist in recollection. ~ Vladimir Nabokov, #NFDB
1263:That was the thing about pictures. No matter how beautiful, they couldn't capture the truly felt parts of a moment. Life was different looking through the lens, the colors less vibrant, the beauty less grand. By the time you took the shot, the moment had already passed. ~ Sarah Ockler, #NFDB
1264:The day had started out suitably dour for a Good Friday, but had suddenly changed its mind and decided to twirl about and show off its autumn colors after all. There was a brisk, flirty breeze, and the sun was pouring through the red leaves of her mother’s flame tree. ~ Liane Moriarty, #NFDB
1265:There she weaves by night and day, A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay, To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. ~ Alfred Tennyson, #NFDB
1266:To evoke in oneself a feeling one has once experienced, and having evoked it in oneself, then by means of movements, lines, colors, sounds, or forms expressed in words, so to transmit that feeling that others may experience the same feeling - this is the activity of art. ~ Leo Tolstoy, #NFDB
1267:And popsicles. Not the crappy kind we made in San Francisco by freezing apple juice on a plastic spoon. No, the genuine artificial article, glowing in unnatural colors and brimming with ingredients like FD&C Yellow No. 5 and enough preservatives to embalm a mammoth. ~ Joshua Safran, #NFDB
1268:A simple way to make sure that you are getting a balanced diet is to include the six tastes (sweet, salty, sour, pungent, bitter, and astringent) in each meal. Along with the six tastes, filling your plate with the colors of the rainbow promotes a long and healthy life. ~ Deepak Chopra, #NFDB
1269:I find that acrylics dry very fast - which is supposed to be its charm; however, I find that because of that quality they don't blend as nicely as the oils. The oils, for one thing, are softer and more flexible than the acrylics. Also, the colors are brighter with oils. ~ Boris Vallejo, #NFDB
1270:I invented the colors of the vowels!--A black, E white, I red, O blue, U green--I made rules for the form and movement of each consonant, and, and with instinctive rhythms, I flattered myself that I had created a poetic language accessible, some day, to all the senses. ~ Arthur Rimbaud, #NFDB
1271:I think what art is always doing is making us see the world so differently, and I don't mean just colors and light, but re-thinking relationships, spatial relationships, psychological relationships ... those who gravitate to the art world actually want to be puzzled. ~ Roselee Goldberg, #NFDB
1272:[She] told me to imagine myself, whole and healthy, protected by a white bubble. Inside the bubble I was to place all the objects that I loved, all the colors that made me feel at peace. [...] "Imagine the bubble for a few hours every day," she said, "and you will heal. ~ Tara Westover, #NFDB
1273:Sometimes when I write lyrics there are images in them, usually on a quite simplistic level, like colors. But most often music comes first and then later I sit down with visual people and we chat about what we want to do. I don't look at myself as a visual artist. I make music. ~ Bjork, #NFDB
1274:Time and space are but physiological colors which the eye makes, but the soul is light; where it is, is day; where it was, is night; and history is an impertinence and an injury, if it be any thing more than a cheerful apologue or parable of my being and becoming. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson, #NFDB
1275:Vermilion alone could render the brilliant red of the tiles on the opposite slope. The orange of the soil, the harsh crude colors of the walls and greenery, the ultramarine and cobalt of the sky achieved an extreme harmony that was sensually and musically ordered. ~ Maurice de Vlaminck, #NFDB
1276:At least 15 percent of human females possess a genetic mutation that gives them an extra (fourth) type of color photoreceptor - and this allows them to discriminate between colors that look identical to the majority of us with a mere three types of color photoreceptors. ~ David Eagleman, #NFDB
1277:I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation... so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type... I'm like, 'Hey girl, magenta!' and she's like, 'Oh, you mean purple!' and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, 'No - I want magenta!' ~ John Mayer, #NFDB
1278:I've been identified with pink throughout my career, but I'm not as crazy about it as I've led people to believe. My favorite colors are actually neutrals — black and white — but then who thinks of a movie queen in black and white? Everything has to be in living color. ~ Jayne Mansfield, #NFDB
1279:Cobalt is a divine color and there is nothing as fine for putting an atmosphere round things. Carmine is the red of wine and is warm and lively like wine. The same goes for emerald green too. It's false economy to dispense with them, with those colors. Cadmium as well. ~ Vincent Van Gogh, #NFDB
1280:Dragons came in six colors, each with a unique set of powers that only they had. Blue dragons had the ability to heal anyone, even bring them back from the brink of death, and as such, they tended to be the most benevolent and self-sacrificing of the different breeds. Or ~ Terry Bolryder, #NFDB
1281:I,” said Stink, “am getting the World’s Biggest Jawbreaker.” He held it up for Judy to see. “It changes colors and flavors as you go.” “Rare! It looks like an earth. Or a giant emu egg or something.” “Or something,” said Stink. “Stink, I don’t think you want to eat that. ~ Megan McDonald, #NFDB
1282:People that are 40, they don't sit around at talk about gray hair and how it covers their hair. They talk about highlighting, of course they're covering gray, but they don't talk about it that way. They're going to get their colors because they need a little lightening. ~ Andie MacDowell, #NFDB
1283:That's partly the success of my work-the ability to have a young black girl walk into the Brooklyn Museum and see paintings she recognizes not because of their art or historical influence but because of their inflection, in terms of colors, their specificity and presence. ~ Kehinde Wiley, #NFDB
1284:There were wooden toys moldering in a box; crayons on a windowsill, their colors dulled by the light of ten thousand afternoons; a dollhouse with dolls inside, lifers in an ornate prison. In a modest library, the creep of moisture had bowed the shelves into crooked smiles. ~ Ransom Riggs, #NFDB
1285:Who speaks of art speaks of poetry. There is not art without a poetic aim. There is a species of emotion particular to painting. There is an effect that results from a certain arrangement of colors, of lights, of shadows. It is this that one calls the music of painting ~ Edouard Vuillard, #NFDB
1286:I have learned the beauty of childhood, now. Every trivial thing holds great significance. You are sensitive and vulnerable to everything around you; you notice the changing leaves and all the colors in the rainbow. Every conversation leaves a brilliant imprint on your mind. ~ Kanza Javed, #NFDB
1287:...The beauty and mystery of this world only emerges through affection, attention, interest and compassion; if you want to live in the paradise where happy mares and stallion live, open your eyes wide and actually see this world by attending to its colors, details and irony. ~ Orhan Pamuk, #NFDB
1288:There was no proof that everyone perceived it in the same way; maybe Zulema, Riad Halabí, and others had a different impression of things; maybe they did not see the same colors or hear the same sounds I did. If that were true, each of us was living in absolute isolation. ~ Isabel Allende, #NFDB
1289:I admire fashion and I respect it greatly, but I don't necessarily follow trends. I never really have. I just wear what I like to wear. I really like colors, and there are some things I wear and don't care what anybody says about it being in style or not. I wear it anyway. ~ Condola Rashad, #NFDB
1290:I see less and less... I need to avoid lateral light, which darkens my colors. Nevertheless, I always paint at the times of day most propitious for me, as long as my paint tubes and brushes are not mixed up... I will paint almost blind, as Beethoven composed completely deaf. ~ Claude Monet, #NFDB
1291:I want pure colors, melting clouds, accurately drawn details, a sunburst above a receding road with the light reflected in furrows and ruts, after rain. And no girls ... There is one subject which I am emphatically opposed to: any kind of representation of a little girl. ~ Vladimir Nabokov, #NFDB
1292:Let's stop believing that our differences make us superior or inferior to one another. Let's not be afraid that our different colors make us different people. Who cares? It's just a lie, and we don't have to believe all the lies and superstitions that control our lives. ~ Miguel Angel Ruiz, #NFDB
1293:Love doesn't happen in an instant. It creeps up on you and then it turns your life upside down. It colors your waking moments, and fills your dreams. You begin to walk on air and see life in brilliant new shades. But it also brings with it a sweet agony, a delicious torture. ~ Vikas Swarup, #NFDB
1294:The colors I choose there was to paint the first hotel, the Disneyland Hotel. Because of the cloudy sky we had in Paris, it had to be a particular kind of color who will fight those grey days. And also something you can see when you're driving up 'There it is! We're arriving!' ~ John Hench, #NFDB
1295:the inability to ameliorate the soul-destroying visual discord of corporate fast-food franchises. Some acquaintance or another would periodically drag me into one of the horrors, and, under the malign influence of a décor scheme that assaulted my retinas with primary colors, ~ Kevin Hearne, #NFDB
1296:There she weaves by night and day, A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay, To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson, #NFDB
1297:They were enormously chic. My father was very chic. My mother was a heavy woman and she wore wonderful, bright colors, and pajamas, but when she was in town or in New York City or in Paris, she would wear navy blue or black. But there was a flamboyance to both of them. ~ Polly Allen Mellen, #NFDB
1298:When you a darker brunette and have pale skin like I do, it can wash you out a bit, so learning to contour is really helpful. I think you can be a bit more bold with eye makeup to define your eyes, and the same with lip colors - you can go for dark wine colors, which I love. ~ Olivia Wilde, #NFDB
1299:Because I don’t know how to hit a white child,” she said. “A black child, I understand. A black child, you hit them and they stay black. Trevor, when you hit him he turns blue and green and yellow and red. I’ve never seen those colors before. I’m scared I’m going to break him. ~ Trevor Noah, #NFDB
1300:Complex adaptations like “being a little selfish” and “not being willing to
work without reward” are human universals. The strength might vary a bit
from person to person, but everyone’s got the same machinery under the
hood, we’re just painted different colors. ~ Eliezer Yudkowsky,#NFDB
1301:For as long as I can remember, I have been passionately intrigued by 'Africa,' by the word itself, by its flora and fauna, its topographical diversity and grandeur; but above all else, by the sheer variety of the colors of its people, from tan and sepia to jet and ebony. ~ Henry Louis Gates, #NFDB
1302:From the mingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight, Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow, So warm with light his blended colors glow. . . . . The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring. ~ Lord Byron, #NFDB
1303:Just Say Yes” by Snow Patrol “Don’t Deserve You” by Plumb “Gasoline” by Halsey “Jesus Christ” by Brand New “The Resolution” by Jack’s Mannequin “Brick” by Ben Folds Five “True Colors” by Ane Brun “Windows” by AWOLNATION “Love Story” by Yelawolf “I See Fire” by Jasmine Thompson ~ A M Johnson, #NFDB
1304:Out here the prisoners see the shells smash into the city before they hear them. During the last war, Etienne knew artillerymen who could peer through field glasses and discern their shells’ damage by the colors thrown skyward. Gray was stone. Brown was soil. Pink was flesh. ~ Anthony Doerr, #NFDB
1305:Troy smiled down at her, and her heart jumped into her throat. The lights turned his skin colors. Red, green, blue. Glimpses of every shade of Troy, and they all looked good. The song ended, and the world seemed to stop, just her and Troy, standing in the middle of the floor. ~ Cindi Madsen, #NFDB
1306:Alpha sets the scale of nature -- the size of atoms and all things made of them, the intensity and colors of light, the strength of magnetism, and the metabolic rate of life itself. It controls everything that we see. ... In 137, apparently, science had found Nature's PIN Code. ~ Frank Close, #NFDB
1307:My readers are as diverse as any group you will ever see. Something that booksellers always tell me. That they are always surprised at the kind of people that come to my readings. That they are such a mix of ages and colors. It looks like people spilling out of an elevator. ~ Sandra Cisneros, #NFDB
1308:For my own style, I love vintage. 60's and 70's are my favorite. I love baby doll dresses and the soft colors. I try to mix a little bit of modern into that - maybe I'll wear it with boots. At my school we wear a uniform, but we have one day a week we can wear whatever we want. ~ Elle Fanning, #NFDB
1309:He had always looked at the world and seen it in a thousand different colors, his fingers itching to paint each turn of light, each curl of the wind sweeping through the silver streets.
Every shade was unique in Valen's eyes.
And yet... he was losing colors, too. ~ Sasha Alsberg,#NFDB
1310:how the groups who wore different colors were warring with one another, how these things typically went downhill fast with the barest of nudges, that the formula was as old as time. ‘The combustibles are always there,’ Thurman said. ‘You’d be surprised at how few sparks it takes. ~ Hugh Howey, #NFDB
1311:At home in South Africa I have sometimes said in big meetings where you have black and white together: 'Raise your hands!' Then I have said: 'Move your hands,' and I've said 'Look at your hands - different colors representing different people. You are the Rainbow People of God.' ~ Desmond Tutu, #NFDB
1312:No dish changes quite so much from season to season as soup. Summer's soups come chilled, in pastel colors strewn with herbs. If hot they are sheer insubstantial broths afloat with seafood. In winter they turn steaming and thick to serve with slabs of rustic, crusty bread. ~ Florence Fabricant, #NFDB
1313:I think I'm just generally more interested in figuration than abstraction. I think that painting abstraction often feels like painting colors to me, whereas portraits always feel like something connected. I like the exchange, the collaborative aspect of sitter and subject for sure. ~ Hilton Als, #NFDB
1314:There are good men and bad men of all nationalities, creeds and colors; and if this world of ours is ever to become what we hope some day it may become, it must be by the general recognition that the man's heart and soul, the man's worth and actions, determine his standing. ~ Theodore Roosevelt, #NFDB
1315:The world is no longer white, black, yellow and brown. Through love, tribes have been intermixing colors to reveal a new rainbow world. And as more time passes, this racial and cultural blending will make it harder for humans to side with one race, nation or religion over another. ~ Suzy Kassem, #NFDB
1316:His beard was thick and red—and annoyed his mother, who said only Hajis, men who had made the pilgrimage to Mecca, should grow red beards. His hair, however, was rather darker. His sky-eyes you know about. Ingrid had said, “They went mad with the colors when they made your face. ~ Salman Rushdie, #NFDB
1317:Rollerball is an incoherent mess, a jumble of footage in search of plot, meaning, rhythm and sense. There are bright colors and quick movement on the screen, which we can watch as a visual pattern that, in entertainment value, falls somewhere between a kaleidoscope and a lava lamp. ~ Roger Ebert, #NFDB
1318:Since my stroke, I have begun to see so many miracles all around me. I look out of the window in my room: verdant grass, silver-tipped oak leaves, tall palm trees gentle swaying as they reach to the sky, masses and masses of roses. All colors, so many shapes, exquisite fragrances. ~ Kirk Douglas, #NFDB
1319:Giovanni eyed her purple summer dress. “We were talking about our favorite colors. Mine is purple. So is Federico’s. That’s why he made the eggplant. Right, Federico?” “Absolutely, my friend!” Natalie smacked Giovanni on the arm. “Behave.” Giovanni smiled. “I’ll try. Nice to see you. ~ Rich Amooi, #NFDB
1320:He’s the opposite of colorless. Jace Covington is blue. A beautiful, turbulent ocean full of depth… and an incandescent sky that only gives you small glimpses of all its radiant colors… before turning gloomy and dark. “I see you,” I breathe between kisses. “You’re my favorite color. ~ Ashley Jade, #NFDB
1321:In a world where everybody is lost, and nowhere is home, airports are the only places that show their true colors. Airports are honest. They remind us all, once again, that we are, despite occasional illusions of stability, eternally in transit. At least that’s how I feel. ~ Maria Elena Sandovici, #NFDB
1322:This is the new austerity." he said. "Flavorless packaging. It appeals to me. I feel like I'm not only saving money but contributing to some kind of spiritual consensus. It's like World War III. Everything is white. They'll take our bright colors away and use them in the war effort. ~ Don DeLillo, #NFDB
1323:As if it were important, he strained his memory; beside the sofa there had been a large lamp with a round milk-white base encircled by a chain of painted roses, and beyond that, on the wall, neatly framed, was a series of water colors done by a forgotten aunt during her Grand Tour. ~ John Williams, #NFDB
1324:It’s an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater luster to our colors, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn’t destroy us, if it doesn’t burn away the optimism and the spirit, the capacity for visions, and the respect for simple yet indispensable things. ~ Anne Rice, #NFDB
1325:The University of Texas stadium was comparable to the Foxhole Court in size. The Longhorns and Foxes shared the same team colors, too, so the packed rafters looked familiar and comforting. Neil just had to ignore the crowd's challenging roar as they noticed the Foxes in their midst. ~ Nora Sakavic, #NFDB
1326:They’d crossed over to that continent where grieving parents lived. It looked the same as the rest of the world, but wasn’t. Colors bled pale. Music was just notes. Books no longer transported or comforted, not fully. Never again. Food was nutrition, little more. Breaths were sighs. ~ Louise Penny, #NFDB
1327:Tiada was all colors of the rainbow and of fire. She swooped low, churning the clouds in her wake, making a hard rain fall out over the bay. The dragon’s light warmed Darna, and though Tiada flew back behind the cloud cover, for a moment Darna felt that all was right with the world. ~ Amelia Smith, #NFDB
1328:Do you know what will soon be the ultimate in truth? - photography, once it begins to reproduce colors, and that won't be long in coming. And yet you want an intelligent man to sweat for months so as to give the illusion he can do something as well as an ingenious little machine can! ~ Paul Gauguin, #NFDB
1329:heavy gold watch-chain, with a bundle of seals of portentous size, and a great variety of colors, attached to it,—which, in the ardor of conversation, he was in the habit of flourishing and jingling with evident satisfaction. His conversation was in free and easy defiance of ~ Harriet Beecher Stowe, #NFDB
1330:I love your pastel colors and your pedicures. I love that you’re more high maintenance than I am and that I can bogart your moisturizer in the morning. I love that you exasperate me at work and you exhaust me in the bedroom. Of course we’re going to be together. It’s fucking obvious. ~ Sarina Bowen, #NFDB
1331:I was quite nauseous every day at school - I had some real stomach problems. The thing that saved me was sitting in church and trying to get into these statues and windows and colors. Truly, it transported me. And I can see it now in my own work - my pictures have kind of that look. ~ Mary GrandPre, #NFDB
1332:The very act of recall is like trying to photograph the sky. The infinite and ever-shifting colors of memory, its rippling light, cannot really be captured. Show someone who has never seen the sky a picture of the sky and you show them a picture of nothing.
Still I have to try. ~ Rachel Lyon,#NFDB
1333:I have never seen a river that I could not love. Moving water... has a fascinating vitality. It has power and grace and associations. It has a thousand colors and a thousand shapes, yet it follows laws so definite that the tiniest streamlet is an exact replica of a great river. ~ Roderick Haig Brown, #NFDB
1334:Let's make our existence more joyous, fulfilled and full of positive adventures... Let's add more vivid colors to life in the world around us: making it happier, merrier, easier, healthier, tastier and brighter! Our project is a constant source of inspiration to support these ideas. ~ Sahara Sanders, #NFDB
1335:One thought spectra are marvellous, but it is not possible to make progress there. Just as if you have the wing of a butterfly then certainly it is very regular with the colors and so on, but nobody thought one could get the basis of biology from the coloring of the wing of a butterfly. ~ Niels Bohr, #NFDB
1336:What a joy life is when you have made a close working partnership with Nature, helping her to produce for the benefit of mankind new forms, colors, and perfumes in flowers which were never known before; fruits in form, size, and flavor never before seen on this globe." -Luther Burbank. ~ Susan Wiggs, #NFDB
1337:What is fabulous about gay marriage is that it redefines the gender designated jobs, then you throw in transgender and you don't just have the five primary colors of the crayons. We have to really look at what it means to be a man or a woman in a much more generous and creative way. ~ Susan Sarandon, #NFDB
1338:A poet sees a flower and can go on and on about how beautiful the colors are. But what the poet doesn't see is the xylem and the phloem and the pollen and the thousands of generations of breeding and the billions of years before that. All of that is only available to the scientists. ~ George M Church, #NFDB
1339:I begrudge making a career out of clothes, but Lyndon likes bright colors and dramatic styles that do the most for one’s figure, and I try to please him,” she was to say. “I’ve really tried to learn the art of clothes, because you don’t sell for what you’re worth unless you look well. ~ Robert A Caro, #NFDB
1340:It wasn't a pretty sunset. The colors were as expected: violet clouds, bright orange and pink underneath, against the pale blue sky. But the clouds were high cirrus, wispy, and crossed with the contrails of F-16s, a colorful glowing mess. I said, "It looks like God barfed a rainbow. ~ Jennifer Echols, #NFDB
1341:My own style grew out of my work as a graphic designer. I try to express the essence of my stories and ideals very clearly, using simple shapes, often in bright colors against a white background. You might almost think of my illustrations, and especially the cover art, as little posters. ~ Eric Carle, #NFDB
1342:The sex that is presented to us in everyday culture feels strange to me; its images are fragments, lifeless, removed from normal experience. Real sex, the sex in our cells and in the space between our neurons, leaks out and gets into things and stains our vision and colors our lives. ~ Sallie Tisdale, #NFDB
1343:Diabolical error decks itself out with ease in lying colors with some appearance of truth, so that the force of pronouncement is corrupted by a very brief addition or change, and the confession of faith which should have resulted in salvation, by a subtle transition leads to death! ~ Pope Clement XIII, #NFDB
1344:In the event of beauty, a non-self part of my inner space seems to resonate in the colors on the wall, in the sounds pouring into my ears. Hugely amplified, might this resonance actually kill me? “A beautiful way to die” – to be destroyed by vibrations that removed myself from myself. ~ Timothy Morton, #NFDB
1345:Once, I sang colors to a blind man. Seven hours I played, but at the end he said he saw them, green and red and gold. That, I think, was easier than this. Trying to make you understand her with nothing more than words. You have never seen her, never heard her voice. You cannot know. ~ Patrick Rothfuss, #NFDB
1346:A gust of wind snatched at her hat. She jumped from the wall and her skirts blew everywhere. I couldn't avoid glimpsing more than she intended, and I feared that she might have been embarrassed. Instead she laughed and said, "You're seeing my true colors," and I was the one who blushed. ~ Frank Delaney, #NFDB
1347:Antiessentialist thinking forces us to view the world differently. We must accept shadings and continua as fundamental. We lose criteria for judgment by comparison to some ideal: short people, retarded people, people of other beliefs, colors, and religions are people of full status. ~ Stephen Jay Gould, #NFDB
1348:Blackwater USA has already taken in more than $1 billion from the public coffers. All in all, that's not a bad take for Erik Prince, the founder of Blackwater and a Naval Academy dropout who served less time under the colors of the nation, in uniform, than my most recent pair of boots. ~ Robert Bateman, #NFDB
1349:I kiss her and she finds the light switch and turns it off, and we're just lit in Pepsi-can colors and it's like we've finally found this other kind of conversation, this conversation in gestures and pulls and pushes and breaths and grasps and teases and glimmers and rubs and expectation. ~ Rachel Cohn, #NFDB
1350:She has no memories of her mother but imagines her as white, a soundless brilliance. Her father radiates a thousand colors, opal, strawberry red, deep russet, wild green; a smell like oil and metal, the feel of a lock tumbler sliding home, the sound of his key rings chiming as he walks. ~ Anthony Doerr, #NFDB
1351:Whitney Houston came in. Someone dared me to do "the Gap act" on her. You know, the Gap act. So I went up to her like I didn't know who she was, and I said, 'Hi, I just wanted to let you know about our sale items and make sure to check out our new colors'. She looked at me like I was crazy. ~ Amy Adams, #NFDB
1352:Being here is a kind of spiritual surrender. We see only what the others see. The thousands who were here in the past, those who will come in the future. We’ve agreed to be part of a collective perception. This literally colors our vision. A religious experience in a way, like all tourism. ~ Don DeLillo, #NFDB
1353:It was wonderful to be able to play a character who had so many colors and who was able to play comedy, to play incredibly vulnerable, which he did a lot of the time, to play the love story, and to play the relationship with the son, which is quite unusual. That's a gift to me, as an actor. ~ John Noble, #NFDB
1354:Look', she said. It's going to be a beautiful sunset. Shall we stay out and watch it?'
'All right,' I said, and we stayed there on the lawn for quite awhile, arms around each other's waists, first watching the bright colors come up in the sky, then watching them fade to ashes of gray. ~ Stephen King,#NFDB
1355:The world looks different when you're spinning. Colors run together in the most amazing ways, Everything bleeds into everything else, and you get this idea that maybe there are no differences between any of us. That if everyone everywhere spun, we'd all see that we're connected, ~ Shaun David Hutchinson, #NFDB
1356:But with this February sun, see, the light’s absolutely pure and makes the colors of the sky and the tree limbs and the bricks on these suburban houses so clean that just looking at them is like inhaling purified air. The colors flow into your lungs, into your bloodstream. You are the colors. ~ Tim Tharp, #NFDB
1357:I use colors that have already been experienced through the light of day and through the state of mind of the total man. In other words, my colors are not colors that are laboratory tools which are isolated from all accidentals or impurities so that they have a specified identity or purity. ~ Mark Rothko, #NFDB
1358:Blue does not go with everything," Will told her. "It does not go with red, for instance." "I have a red and blue striped waistcoat," Henry interjected, reaching for the peas. "And if that isn't proof that those two colors should never be seen together under Heaven, I don't know what is. ~ Cassandra Clare, #NFDB
1359:I kiss her and she finds the light switch and turns it off, and we're just lit in Pepsi-can colors and it's like we've finally found this other kind of conversation, this conversation in gestures and pulls and pushes and breaths and grasps and teases and glimmers and rubs and expectation. ~ David Levithan, #NFDB
1360:I think I’ve always been an artist. Even as a baby, still clinging to my mother, I had an artist’s eye. I saw shapes in the clouds, and sculptures in the tumbled stones at the bottom of a stream. I grabbed at colors—the crimson flower just out of reach, the ebony bird streaking past. ~ Katherine Applegate, #NFDB
1361:It was like I saw your soul in the notes of the music. And it was beautiful." She leaned forward and touched his face lightly, the smooth skin over his hard cheekbone, his hair like feathers against the back of her hand. "I saw rivers, boats like flowers, all the colors of the night sky. ~ Cassandra Clare, #NFDB
1362:The luminescent flow of a sunbathed garden— illuminating the shifting colors of its inhabitants— echoed in my memory as I opened the antique bookstore door in the shaft of window light.
The books, like the flowers of the garden, awaited me with the thrill of a new mystery. ~ Gina Marinello Sweeney,#NFDB
1363:The mountain trees that grew between the pines were a brilliant blaze of fall colors, like fire against the emerald green of the pines, firs and pruces. And it was, as I'd told myself long ago, the year's last passionate love affair before it grew old and died from the frosty bite of winter. ~ V C Andrews, #NFDB
1364:Waiting for him I check behind me, to be sure I haven’t accidentally activated my backup tank of oxygen, and that’s when I notice the universe. The scale is graphically shocking. The colors, too. The incongruity is stupefying: there I was, inside a small box, but now—how is this possible? ~ Chris Hadfield, #NFDB
1365:When I open my eyes to a painting, it is as though everything has changed and will never be the same again. Colors look more vivid, the lines and edges of objects sharper, and I fall in love with the world and all its beauty—the tragedies and love stories on the faces of people walking by, ~ Eleanor Brown, #NFDB
1366:It was the hour in which objects lose the consistency of shadow that accompanies them during the night and gradually reacquire colors, but seem to cross meanwhile an uncertain limbo, faintly touched, just breathed on by light; the hour in which one is least certain of the world's existence. ~ Italo Calvino, #NFDB
1367:I wasn't a ballet baby. My first dance class was in an outdoor pavilion when I was three. It was called 'creative movement.' The teacher gave us chiffon scarves in beautiful colors. She turned on some music and said, 'Now go dance.' So for me, dance has always been about self-expression. ~ Carrie Ann Inaba, #NFDB
1368:The gross elements are earth, water, air and fire, with the fifth being space. Each particle of the body is made up of these five elements, which are manifested in different colors. In their true quality, space is blue light, water is white, earth is yellow, fire is red, and air is green. ~ Tulku Thondup, #NFDB
1369:I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes as green as yours.” “They’re a Donovan family trait. All us kids have different hair colors, but we all have our father’s eyes. I’m the only one with my mom’s red hair. My oldest brother is the spitting image of my dad. My mom says it hurts to look at him. ~ Jennifer Dawson, #NFDB
1370:I get on the airplane and there's a screen in front of everything. You get into a taxicab in New York, there's a screen blinking at you. I think it's going to have a tremendous effect on our brains, because those bright, saturated colors and those strong lines, they do things to your brain. ~ Linda Ronstadt, #NFDB
1371:I looked over at him now. Everyone always celebrates the easy attractiveness of green or blue eyes, but there was a depth to Davis's brown eyes that you just don't get from ligther colors, and the way he looked at me made me feel like there was something worthwhile in the brown of my eyes, too. ~ John Green, #NFDB
1372:Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill. ~ Harper Lee, #NFDB
1373:Throw away those little pieces of paper. Get yourself a big, beautiful canvas. Bring from this nature the most beautiful colors. Find the serene scene within. Find the joy in each corner of your life. Sit still and feel what is within you. Sit still and paint like you have never painted before. ~ Prem Rawat, #NFDB
1374:Until the late 1970s there'd either be only black or white in the paintings or if there were colours it would be a small amount, not a large area, and with the color separated from other colors by black or white (which is formula for Damien Hirst's successful dot paintings, incidentally). ~ Matthew Collings, #NFDB
1375:how and in what ways, do various cultures show off their flags? In contrast to Swedes, who almost never display their national colors, Norwegians and Canadians generally sport a flag decal on their backpacks, the latter making sure the rest of the world doesn’t mistake them for Americans.) ~ Martin Lindstrom, #NFDB
1376:No body wishes more than I do to see such proofs as you exhibit, that nature has given to our black brethren, talents equal to those of the other colors of men, and that the appearance of a want of them is owing merely to the degraded condition of their existence, both in Africa & America. ~ Thomas Jefferson, #NFDB
1377:Oh! grief is fantastic; it weaves a web on which to trace the history of its woe from every form and change around; it incorporates itself with all living nature; it finds sustenance in every object; as light, it fills all things, and, like light, it gives its own colors to all. ~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, #NFDB
1378:Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill. ~ Harper Lee, #NFDB
1379:There is in them a softer fire than the ruby, there is the brilliant purple of the amethyst, and the sea green of the emerald - all shining together in incredible union. Some by their splendor rival the colors of the painters, others the flame of burning sulphur or of fire quickened by oil. ~ Pliny the Elder, #NFDB
1380:The unpadded shoulders, the three-buttoned long and boxy coat, the too-short, thin pants, and the thin ties with striped buttoned shirts in dark colors-well, I suppose this may go very well with some personalities but it's not for me. To me, all such look like TV producers. Maybe they want to. ~ Fred Astaire, #NFDB
1381:The world is colors and motion, feelings and thoughts and what does math have to do with it? Not much, if 'math' means being bored in high school, but in truth mathematics is the one universal science. Mathematics is the study of pure pattern and everything in the cosmos is a kind of pattern. ~ Rudy Rucker, #NFDB
1382:Though it's frequently portrayed as this crazy, unbridled festival of rain-soaked, stoned hippies dancing in the mud, Woodstock was obviously much more than that - or we wouldn't still be talking about it in 2009. People of all ages and colors came together in the fields of Max Yasgur's farm. ~ Richie Havens, #NFDB
1383:Well, I, Amber Brown, am green with envy.
I am not only green….. I am feeling blue….. I am seeing red….. I am purple with anger….. I am not feeling like a rainbow. I am feeling plaid. All of these colors mix together to make a not very pretty pattern.
I, Amber Brown, do not like plaid. ~ Paula Danziger,#NFDB
1384:We're all too apt to think that things are as we feel them to be, forgetting that they have an objective value apart from what we feel about them. An embittered mind colors the world black for its owner yet that does not alter the fact that the world is a treasure house of beauty and love. ~ Elizabeth Goudge, #NFDB
1385:What a joy life is when you have made a close working partnership with Nature, helping her to produce for the benefit of mankind new forms, colors, and perfumes in flowers which were never known before; fruits in form, size, and flavor never before seen on this globe.”—Luther Burbank. “It’s the ~ Susan Wiggs, #NFDB
1386:You don’t want a million answers as much as you want a few forever questions. The questions are diamonds you hold in the light. Study a lifetime and you see different colors from the same jewel. The same questions, asked again, bring you just the answers you need just the minute you need them. ~ Richard Bach, #NFDB
1387:For the life of him, he couldn’t figure why these East Enders called themselves black. He kept looking and looking, and the colors he found were gingersnap and light fudge and dark fudge and acorn and butter rum and cinnamon and burnt orange. But never licorice, which, to him, was real black. ~ Jerry Spinelli, #NFDB
1388:If there's happiness tucked away in my tragedies, I'll find it no matter what. If the blind can find joy in music, and the deaf can discover it with colors, I will do my best to always find the sun in the darkness because my life isn't one sad ending - it's a series of endless happy beginnings. ~ Adam Silvera, #NFDB
1389:I was never a doodler. I had never felt a drive to draw... Actually when I was a kid, I really hated art classes. My father was a kind of a Sunday painter and he liked to draw and do water colors. So, I would bring him my assignment and he would do them for me, because it was easy for him to do. ~ Wade Guyton, #NFDB
1390:People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. ~ Markus Zusak, #NFDB
1391:So different are the colors of life, as we look forward to the future, or backward to the past; and so different the opinions and sentiments which this contrariety of appearance naturally produces, that the conversation of the old and young ends generally with contempt or pity on either side. ~ Samuel Johnson, #NFDB
1392:The colors, so vivid they seemed almost alive, made him think that nature sometimes sends us signs, that it’s important to remember that joy can always follow despair. But a moment later, the rainbow had vanished and the hail returned, and he realized that joy was sometimes only an illusion. ~ Nicholas Sparks, #NFDB
1393:The only colors I could see were the vibrant primary hues of the pinball machine, where a cartoon spacewoman with big conical breasts straddled the earth in a formfitting blue space suit and thigh-high yellow boots. Behind her, a big red dildo-shaped spaceship was just blasting off for the moon. ~ Sue Grafton, #NFDB
1394:This time, I made myself look him directly in the eyes. In the bright moonlight, they were two different colors: one as gray as a winter sky, the other a hazel-green, the color of moss peeking through dead loam. Wolf's eyes. The Devil's eyes. He could see into the darkness. He could see into me. ~ S Jae Jones, #NFDB
1395:When you can discover where the fresh colors of the faded flower abide, or the music of the broken lyre, seek life among the dead. Such are the anxious and fearful contemplations of the common observer, though the popular religion often prevents him from confessing them even to himself. ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, #NFDB
1396:Everyone's thought that: maybe even if, maybe we still could, maybe small bits of precious things can be salvaged. No one with cop-on thinks it after the first try. But her voice, quiet and sad, shimmering the air into those pearly colors: for a second I believed it, all over again. ~ Tana French, #NFDB
1397:Rays were blazing through the atmosphere of the earth, the horizon became bright orange, gradually passing into all the colors of the rainbow: from light blue to dark blue, to violet and then to black. What an indescribable gamut of colors! Just like the paintings of the artist Nicholas Roerich. ~ Yuri Gagarin, #NFDB
1398:The ship shudders as we make the leap, passing into grimspace. Pleasure spikes through me, as if I'm taking a hit of my favorite chem. It sings through my veins, echoing the mad whorl of colors outside the view screen. If I had to describe it, I'd say it's like entering the heart of a dying star. ~ Ann Aguirre, #NFDB
1399:All that is sweet, delightful, and amiable in this world, in the serenity of the air, the fineness of seasons, the joy of light, the melody of sounds, the beauty of colors, the fragrancy of smells, the splendor of precious stones, is nothing else but Heaven breaking through the veil of this world. ~ William Law, #NFDB
1400:IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE physically possible for Erin to be awake at one in the morning. The medication she had taken after dinner—a handful of pills in a multitude of shapes and colors—should have put her to sleep a long time ago. Normally they did. But tonight she was still wide awake. ~ Amelia Atwater Rhodes, #NFDB
1401:Members of the court still talked in whispers of the lady-in-waiting who had accidentally worn mismatched stockings to an afternoon tea. They said she made a lovely rosebush, always festooned with stunning flowers in two slightly different colors of peach.
Beka didn't aspire to be a rosebush. ~ Deborah Blake,#NFDB
1402:The complex human eye harvests light. It perceives seven to ten million colors through a synaptic flash: one-tenth of a second from retina to brain. Homo sapiens gangs up to 70 percent of its sense receptors solely for vision, to anticipate danger and recognize reward, but also—more so—for beauty. ~ Ellen Meloy, #NFDB
1403:But when I touch you, your aura … it smolders. The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney?” He used that hand to pull me closer. “Why do you react that way if I don’t mean anything to you?” There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate. ~ Richelle Mead, #NFDB
1404:Every paragraph, every sentence, seemed written in a musical key. The narrative drew her eyes through a cadence of timbres and colors that sketched a theater of shadows in her mind. She read without pause for two hours, relishing every sentence and dreading the moment she would reach the end. ~ Carlos Ruiz Zaf n, #NFDB
1405:No body wishes more than I do to see such proofs as you exhibit, that nature has given to our black brethren, talents equal to those of the other colors of men, and that the appearance of a want of them is owing merely to the degraded condition of their existence, both in Africa & America. ~ Thomas Jefferson, #NFDB
1406:They’d dueled in the lamplight of her kitchen that night, savaging each other with accusations that could never be recalled. Now, he couldn’t remember half of what they’d said, only the colors and lights and seething tide of fear all around them. He could still taste the acrid burn of unfairness. ~ Lauren Gilley, #NFDB
1407:They say time is elastic. Sometimes an hour passes in an instant while you scratch and cling at every second as they go by, willing them to slow down. Sometimes, an instant stretches out to an hour, when everything runs in super slow-mo, time itself elongated as the edges blue and the colors run. ~ Alice Clayton, #NFDB
1408:They were amazed by each other, stunned silent, all in the circle of cypresses and night wind. The world outside was gone, nothing. Inside that circle the air was unfurling new colors, it was changing to something that cascaded and fountained pure gold and dazzle, and every breath changed them too. ~ Tana French, #NFDB
1409:When I see nature, when I look into the sky, the dawn, the sun, the colors of insects, snow crystals, the night stars, I don't feel a need for God. Perhaps when I can no longer look and wonder, when I believe in nothing - then, perhaps, I might need something else. But I don't know what. ~ Michelangelo Antonioni, #NFDB
1410:Blue does not go with everything," Will told her. "It does not go with red, for instance."
"I have a red and blue striped waistcoat," Henry interjected, reaching for the peas.
"And if that isn't proof that those two colors should never be seen together under Heaven, I don't know what is. ~ Cassandra Clare,#NFDB
1411:Bullaro blushed. Barbara guided him around the room to meet other people, but all he saw in furtive glances were dangling breasts and hairy chests, bare buttocks and white thighs, pubic hair of various colors, penises that were large and small, circumcised and uncircumcised, and, remarkably, unerect. ~ Gay Talese, #NFDB
1412:cheek. Unlike the Blade, I don’t cry the moment I realize what’s happening to me; I think the single-tear thing is a myth, anyway. But colors swirl around me in gauzy ribbons, and I sink to the floor, and the blackness envelops me. It all happens too quickly for me to feel anything but shock. The ~ Amanda Panitch, #NFDB
1413:He stood on the sand watching the double sunset as first one and then the other of Tatooine's twin suns sank slowly behind the distant range of dunes. In the fading light the sands turned gold, russet, and flaming red-orange before advancing night put the bright colors to sleep for another day. ~ Alan Dean Foster, #NFDB
1414:How’d you know it was a tulip if you’d never seen one?”
“I’d seen pictures. Well, when I looked at it, the way it was growing, and how the leaves were, and how purely red the petals were, with yellow inside, the world turned upside down and everything went around like the colors in a kaleidoscope ~ Betty Smith,#NFDB
1415:I think people are like that. When you really look at them, you stop seeing a perfect nose or straight teeth. You stop seeing the acne scar or the dimple in the chin. Those things start to blur, and suddenly you see them, the colors, the life inside the shell, and beauty takes on a whole new meaning. ~ Amy Harmon, #NFDB
1416:My voice is blind, my hearing is mute, my sight is deaf. Art is science, mathematics is conversation, and music is something that bleeds. I am so far away that I am inside myself. I barely notice colors unless I taste them. Not the yellows or the greens. I taste the deeper blues. The darker reds. ~ David Levithan, #NFDB
1417:As a kid I understood that people were different colors, but in my head white and black and brown were like types of chocolate. Dad was the white chocolate, mom was the dark chocolate, and I was the milk chocolate. But we were all just chocolate. I didn’t know any of it had anything to do with “race. ~ Trevor Noah, #NFDB
1418:no one who has seen an angel ever mistakes it for a ghost. Angels are remarkable for their warmth and light, and all who see them speak in awe of their irridescent and refulgent light, of brilliant colors, or else of the unbearable whiteness of their being. You are flooded with laughter, happiness. ~ Sophy Burnham, #NFDB
1419:You're wonderful. So full of life and excitement. The priests and servants of the palace, they wear colors, but there's no color inside of them. They just go about their duties, eyes down, solemn. You've got color on the inside, so much of it that it bursts out and colors everything around you. ~ Brandon Sanderson, #NFDB
1420:And though it's a bleak thing to admit all these years later, still I've never met anyone who made me feel loved the way she did. Everything came alive in her company; she cast a charmed theatrical light about her so that to see anything through her eyes was to see it in brighter colors than ordinary. ~ Donna Tartt, #NFDB
1421:It's not something you can find. There's a moment you arrive at --- there's no words for it. A bunch of people come together at this place where a note hits your heart and your brain tells your finger where to go. It's an otherworldly thing, like when a painter gets the right combination of colors together. ~ Slash, #NFDB
1422:Melody and harmony are like lines and colors in pictures. A simple linear picture may be completely beautiful; the introduction of color may make it vague and insignificant. Yet color may, by combination with lines, create great pictures, so long as it does not smother and destroy their value. ~ Rabindranath Tagore, #NFDB
1423:What I most cherish is the observation of the movement of colors. Only in this have I found the laws of those simultaneous and complementary color contrasts that nourish the actual rhythm of my vision. In this I find the actual essence, an essence which is not born out of an a priori system or theory. ~ August Macke, #NFDB
1424:When I was a kid I believed everything I was told, everything I read, and every dispatch sent out by my own overheated imagination. This made for more than a few sleepless nights, but it also filled the world I lived in with colors and textures I would not have traded for a lifetime of restful nights. ~ Stephen King, #NFDB
1425:while fiction books are about setting, characters and emotion that appeal to the heart (which can be achieved with pictures and colors) non-fiction books are about ideas that appeal to the head. So for some non-fiction, you need a clever, non-obvious juxtaposition of things that represents your topic. ~ Derek Murphy, #NFDB
1426:He was absolutely beautiful. His wings were a waterfall of colors, mostly blue and silver, with subtle lavender undertones, creating a visual feast. His body was more silver than anything, his scales glittering, and the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. God, she wanted to see him in the air, soaring. ~ Katie Reus, #NFDB
1427:I feel so excited for what's happening in fashion now in general because it's really inspiring for women to create a look and have fun with makeup again. I think it's intimidating sometimes when you go to a department store and you're like, " Oh my god I love those colors, but what do I do with them"? ~ Gucci Westman, #NFDB
1428:If I had grown up in that house I couldn't have loved it more, couldn't have been more familiar with the creak of the swing, or the pattern of the clematis vines on the trellis, or the velvety swell of land as it faded to gray on the horizon . . . . The very colors of the place had seeped into my blood. ~ Donna Tartt, #NFDB
1429:Pain heightens every sense. More powerfully than any drug, it intensifies colors, sounds, sight, feelings. Pain is like a glass wall. It is impossible to climb it, but you must, and, somehow, you do. Then there is an explosion of brilliance and the world is more apparent in its complexity and beauty. ~ Suzanne Massie, #NFDB
1430:The one I’m looking at now is Sylvia Plath. The colors are a translucent sort of jade, pale gold, and, in a few places, milky white. Running jagged and clear, horizontally, through the middle of the canvas, is a line I recognize immediately and, after a long second, place as a line from the poem, “Daddy. ~ Ella James, #NFDB
1431:This whole which is visible in different ways in bodies, as far as formation, constitution, appearance, colors and other properties and common qualities, is none other than the diverse face of the same substance a changeable, mobile face, subject to decay, of an immobile, permanent and eternal being. ~ Giordano Bruno, #NFDB
1432:In the fifties... when they had their summer parties - there were always different colored lanterns on the lawn... and I get the funniest chill. In the end the bright colors always go out of life, have you noticed that? In the end, things always look gray, like a dress that's been washed too many times. ~ Stephen King, #NFDB
1433:Have you ever noticed how as an adult, all the bright colors go out of your life? Now that I’m not a kid anymore, things always look gray, like a clothesline draped with laundry that’s been washed too many times and left to stand in the wind. I guess that’s what growing up is… it’s a fading photograph. ~ Rebecca McNutt, #NFDB
1434:He waited while Gilan and Will moved the cloaks experimentally, eyeing each other and studying the unusual colors, seeing how they would blend into the landscape of rock and desert that surrounded Al Shabah. All right, ladies," he said, "if you're finished with the fashion show, let's go meet the Wakir. ~ John Flanagan, #NFDB
1435:It may well be on such a night of clouds and cruel colors that there is brought forth upon the earth such a portent as a respectable poet. You say you are a poet of law; I say you are a contradiction in terms. I only wonder there were not comets and earthquakes on the night you appeared in this garden. ~ G K Chesterton, #NFDB
1436:Often while reading a book one feels that the author wouold heave preferred to paint rather than to wirte; one can sense the pleasure he derives from describing a landscape or a person, as if he were painting what he is saying, because deep in his heart he would have preferred to use brushes and colors. ~ Pablo Picasso, #NFDB
1437:So you grow up with those messages, "You're a failure, you embarrass me, that's why I dress you in dark colors etc." or even when parents commit suicide, the child may think they were a failure as a child causing that. The majority of those people who weren't loved turn to drugs and alcohol and suicide. ~ Bernie Siegel, #NFDB
1438:Approaching forty, George felt as though his world had been slowly drained of all its colors. He’d passed that age when he could reasonably expect to fall madly in love with someone and raise a family, or to take the world by storm, or to have anything surprising lift him out of his day-to-day existence. ~ Peter Swanson, #NFDB
1439:Dear God, I've done so many crazy hair colors and outfits and makeup looks where I look back and it's like, What the hell was I doing? You can't be afraid to make mistakes, you have to take risks. We all have those moments we look back on and wish weren't captured on film, but we're not alone in that. ~ Evan Rachel Wood, #NFDB
1440:From my membership in all of these groups I have learned that oppression and the intolerance of difference come in all shapes and sizes and colors and sexualities; and that among those of us who share the goals of liberation and a workable future for our children, there can be no hierarchies of oppression. ~ Audre Lorde, #NFDB
1441:I love the way you make the same seven meals every week. The way your socks are separated by colors in your drawer and the way you appear to all the world like this respectable, responsible woman when really underneath you are one hardcore kinky bitch. I love the way you howl, Josie Jacobson. And I love you. ~ Mari Carr, #NFDB
1442:I'm constantly trying to deconstruct what I see and to show its beauty and its attraction. I use bright colors and strobes to get that full reflection. I want to acknowledge and reference the attraction of wealth. But I'm also looking for the layer that reveals how wealth doesn't fulfill its promise. ~ Lauren Greenfield, #NFDB
1443:Last night meant as much to me as it did to her and she painted it, capturing it in a way unique to Echo. […] Up close all those colors would look like chaos, but when viewed as a whole it creates this beautiful picture. In the end, that’s the best way to describe me and Echo, our relationship. Our love. ~ Katie McGarry, #NFDB
1444:And to use something as elegant as a tree? Imagine this design assignment: Design something that makes oxygen, sequesters carbon, fixes nitrogen, distills water, makes complex sugars and foods, changes colors with the seasons, and self-replicates. and then why don't we knock that down and write on it? ~ William McDonough, #NFDB
1445:I harbored in my mind a sort of utopia about ‘an age of genius’ that supposedly existed in my life once upon a time, not in any calendar year but on a level above chronology, an age when everything blazed with godly colors and one took in the whole sky with a single breath, like a gulp of pure ultramarine. ~ Bruno Schulz, #NFDB
1446:The night creeps in by subtle degrees while a show of fierce colors attracts and distracts me. I look up, suddenly aware of remote lights scattered overhead. I gasp as the last streak of fire dies on the horizon, and I comprehend it all too late. That crafty, dark night has swallowed my world whole. ~ Richelle E Goodrich, #NFDB
1447:There was an author who titled his books by days of the weeks and another one that used colors. Then there was Edward Gorey who wrote the book The Gashlycrumb Tinies, about the untimely death of 26 Victorian children, each representing a letter of the alphabet. I thought what a great way to link the titles. ~ Sue Grafton, #NFDB
1448:When I think of the Harlem Renaissance, I think of bright colors, and bold, dynamic art. African American artists of the period were, in large measure, breaking out of the constrictions white society had set for them. They were claiming and remaking their own images, and doing so in bold and striking ways. ~ Nikki Grimes, #NFDB
1449:Daylight fires the ridges green, shifts the colors of the fog, touches the brick streets of Rock Camp with a reddish tone. The streetlights flicker out, and the traffic signal at the far end of Front Street's yoke snaps on; stopping nothing, warning nothing, rushing nothing on. --from The Honored Dead ~ Breece D J Pancake, #NFDB
1450:He waited while Gilan and Will moved the cloaks experimentally, eyeing each other and studying the unusual colors, seeing how they would blend into the landscape of rock and desert that surrounded Al Shabah.
All right, ladies," he said, "if you're finished with the fashion show, let's go meet the Wakir. ~ John Flanagan,#NFDB
1451:Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. To a man laboring under calamity the heat of his own fire hath sadness in it. Then there is a kind of contempt of the landscape felt by him who has just lost by death a dear friend. The sky is less grand as it shuts down over less worth in the population. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson, #NFDB
1452:Today it is the Western democratic tradition that attracts and empowers people of all continents, creeds, and colors. When the Chinese students cried and died for democracy in Tiananmen Square, they brought with them not representations of Confucius or Buddha but a model of the Statue of Liberty. ~ Arthur M Schlesinger Jr, #NFDB
1453:If you’d like to grasp the full beauty of God’s creation, see color. Instead of pretending like we are color-blind, let’s celebrate God’s creation. Ethnic differences aren’t the result of the Fall; celebrate the unique beauty of each and look forward to seeing heaven filled with the colors of all nations. ~ Russell D Moore, #NFDB
1454:I've had good sex with somebody and just kind of been afterward - "Wow." Once they started opening their mouth and showing their true colors and talking to them and getting to know them more and being like, "OK this is not the person I want to spend the rest of my life with." But we had fun, and that's that. ~ Brody Jenner, #NFDB
1455:Choosing a color for your paperback book cover feels like entering a mall and seeing a dress you love, just your size, and available in a number of colors – each of which is lovely in its own manner – so you want them all! ...But you must choose only one... Isn't this one of the hardest choices to make? :-) ~ Sahara Sanders, #NFDB
1456:The whole point is that colors that are harder to wear, like pink, less expected, or maybe not as commercial; if they're used in the right way, they can make a design way more compelling, especially in menswear where color isn't often used. I think it's really exciting to have a lot of color in men's stuff. ~ Cynthia Rowley, #NFDB
1457:And the skies: in one day the sky could travel from green at dawn to a noon-time blue so severe it was almost black to hot silver in the afternoon to roiling burgundy at sunset. Just before night it flowered in yawning, imperial violets. Wedges of mauve, cauldrons of peach - skies more like drugs than colors. ~ Anthony Doerr, #NFDB
1458:For the mission's sake, our country's sake, and the sake of the men who carried the Division's colors in the past battles - who fought for life and never lost their nerve - carry out your mission and keep your honor clean. Demonstrate to the world there is "No Better Friend, No Worse Enemy" than a U.S. Marine. ~ James Mattis, #NFDB
1459:My father raised us like … we were not allowed to see people in any sort of colors, but also we were not allowed to call people fat. If ever we were to say, ‘Oh that fat person, or this person,’ he would make us put a bar of soap in our mouth and count to 10. We weren’t allowed to look at people like that. ~ Khloe Kardashian, #NFDB
1460:Nate’s halo was faded and waning. “Is something bothering you?” she asked. Nate buried his head in his tablet. “What?” he said. “You’re acting strangely.” She wondered if she would ever tell him about the colors. She decided to try to distract him. “You should try stretching, to relax, like we did in ballet. ~ Jason Matthews, #NFDB
1461:You know what, Rodel?” He reached across the table for my hand. “Everything is new when I’m with you. Food tastes better. Colors look brighter. Music is sweeter. I feel hungry for the world again. I want to go to the places I’ve skipped, I want to share them with you—show you who I am, who I was, who I can be. ~ Leylah Attar, #NFDB
1462:First examine what is constantly there in your mind, what is being repeated again and again. You don't have many thoughts. If you examine minutely you will see that you have only a few thoughts repeated again and again - maybe in new forms, new colors, new garments, new masks, but you have only a very few thoughts. ~ Rajneesh, #NFDB
1463:If I had the money, I would love to open up a movie theater that just played images and colors and beautiful music. For me, there's nothing like listening to a beautiful opera sometimes - on a record or seeing it live - just to be sleepy and let those beautiful voices take me somewhere I've never been before. ~ Peter Stormare, #NFDB
1464:It contained a long, narrow desk with a glass top, and on that…three ceramic beer mugs. They were stuffed with all sorts of things—pencils, rulers, drafting pens. On a tray were erasers, a paperweight, ink remover, old receipts, adhesive tape, paper clips of many colors…a pencil sharpener and postage stamps. ~ Haruki Murakami, #NFDB
1465:There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, [...]; and the other when you instantly evoke, with shut eyes, on the dark innerside of your eyelids, the objective, absolutely optical replica of a beloved face, a little ghost in natural colors. ~ Vladimir Nabokov, #NFDB
1466:What a noise we'll make among the drab and dull, how we'll...wait, I want more green. I hope I did not imply I only wanted your colors. We can't turn a cold shoulder to green, and blue, and purple, for the sake of all ordered things, how can you dismiss purple? Call [him] back and tell him of my need of purple! ~ Shannon Hale, #NFDB
1467:What if I told you that the world around you, with its rich colors, textures, sounds, and scents is an illusion, a show put on for you by your brain? If you could perceive reality as it is, you would be shocked by its colorless, odorless, tasteless silence. Outside your brain, there is just energy and matter. ~ David Eagleman, #NFDB
1468:Connie posed no kind of threat to somebody as well rounded as Jessica. Connie had no notion of wholeness—was all depth and no breadth. When she was coloring, she got lost in saturating one or two areas with a felt-tip pen, leaving the rest blank and ignoring Patty's cheerful urgings to try some other colors. ~ Jonathan Franzen, #NFDB
1469:It was the darndest thing I've ever seen. It was big, it was very bright, it changed colors and it was about the size of the moon.. We watched it for ten minutes, but none of us could figure out what it was. One thing's for sure, I'll never make fun of people who say they've seen unidentified objects in the sky. ~ Jimmy Carter, #NFDB
1470:There are three aspects to perspective. The first has to do with how the size of objects seems to diminish according to distance: the second, the manner in which colors change the farther away they are from the eye; the third defines how objects ought to be finished less carefully the farther away they are. ~ Leonardo da Vinci, #NFDB
1471:How could you not know?" His voice was full of wonderment. "You changed me utterly. You were like a...like a bright, wonderful bloom in a garden full of weeds. Like a graceful capital on a page of plain script, a letter decorated with the deepest, finest colors in all Erin. Like a flame, Caitrin. Like a song. ~ Juliet Marillier, #NFDB
1472:I spun a globe in our estate’s library and promised myself I’d travel to whichever country my finger landed on. The globe’s colors had blended together in a mess of blue and green and then I’d dropped my finger, abruptly stopping its rotation.
Syria.
Er, right. Minor hiccup.
I spun again and voila!
Italy! ~ R S Grey,#NFDB
1473:Keep it simple: In general, interfaces should use simple geometric forms, minimal contours, and a restricted color palette comprised primarily of less-saturated or neutral colors balanced with a few high contrast accent colors that emphasize important information. Typography should not vary widely in an interface. ~ Alan Cooper, #NFDB
1474:The climate changed quickly to cold and the trees burst into color, the reds and yellows you can't believe. It isn't only color but a glowing, as though the leaves gobbled the light of the autumn sun and then released it slowly. There's a quality of fire in these colors. I got high in the mountains before dusk. ~ John Steinbeck, #NFDB
1475:Watch a French housewife as she makes her way slowly along the loaded stalls... searching for the peak of ripeness and flavor... What you are seeing is a true artist at work, patiently assembling all the materials of her craft, just as the painter squeezes oil colors onto his palette ready to create a masterpiece. ~ Keith Floyd, #NFDB
1476:What a noise we'll make among the drab and dull, how we'll...wait, I want more green. I hope I did not imply I only wanted your colors. We can't turn a cold shoulder to green, and blue, and purple, for the sake of all ordered things, hour can you dismiss purple? Call [him] back and tell him off my need of purple! ~ Shannon Hale, #NFDB
1477:Words in the mind are like colors on the palette of the artist. The more colors we have access to, the easier it is to create a captivating picture on the canvas, and the more practice we give to using those many colors appropriately and uniquely, the more likely we will be to create a masterpiece of self expression. ~ Jim Rohn, #NFDB
1478:a well nobody dug filled with no water ripples and a shapeless weightless man drinks oh green green willow wonderfully red flower but I know the colors are not there [1796.jpg] -- from Crow With No Mouth: Fifteenth Century Zen Master Ikkyu, Translated by Stephen Berg
~ Ikkyu, a well nobody dug filled with no water
,#NFDB
1479:I did not want to think about people. I wanted the trees, the scents and colors, the shifting shadows of the wood, which spoke a language I understood. I wished I could simply disappear in it, live like a bird or a fox through the winter, and leave the things I had glimpsed to resolve themselves without me. ~ Patricia A McKillip, #NFDB
1480:It was a day like a slow-motion video of twilight. Uneventful, to put it mildly. The lead gray of the sky mixed ever so slowly with black, finally blending into night. Just another quality of melancholy. As if there were only two colors in the world, gray and black, shifting back and forth at regular intervals. ~ Haruki Murakami, #NFDB
1481:nature is not always tricked in holiday attire, but the same scene which yesterday breathed perfume and glittered as for the frolic of the nymphs, is overspread with melancholy today. Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. To a man laboring under calamity, the heat of his own fire hath sadness in it. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson, #NFDB
1482:That night I wrote in my journal: "Trees are schizophrenic now and beginning to lose control, enraged with the shock of their fiery new colors. Someone -- was it van Gogh? -- said that orange is the color of insanity. Beauty is terror. We want to be devoured by it, to hide ourselves in that fire which refines us. ~ Donna Tartt, #NFDB
1483:Autumn is the best time of year. Maybe the worst for being a single girl of twenty-six, but in every other way, it’s perfect. The best things come out of hiding this time of year: the rich colors of fall leaves, pumpkin flavored everything, dark lipstick, sweaters and boots, fires, and . . . Landon Farrar, apparently. ~ Holly Hall, #NFDB
1484:Fox News isn’t something you can tune out, like a game show or a cable movie you’ve seen a dozen times. The colors, the moving logos, the giant fonts, the . . . well . . . the things they actually say. It’s like the television equivalent of one of those cymbal-banging monkey toys being duct-taped to your forehead. ~ Matthew Norman, #NFDB
1485:Rebecca and I walk through the saltwater exhibits, where fish congregate in bright splashes like kites against an open sky. They come in the most incredible colors; I have always been amazed by this. What is the point of being fuchsia, or lemon, or violet, when you are stuck under the water where no one can see you? ~ Jodi Picoult, #NFDB
1486:This power, this black power, originates in a view of the American galaxy taken from a dark and essential planet. Black power is the dungeon-side view of Monticello—which is to say, the view taken in struggle. And black power births a kind of understanding that illuminates all the galaxies in their truest colors. ~ Ta Nehisi Coates, #NFDB
1487:All my family, my blood, is mixed up now. They don't even all know each other. I just hope they don't never hate or fight each other, not knowin who they are. Cause all these people livin are brothers and sisters and cousins. All these beautiful different colors! We!... We the human Family. God says so! FAMILY! ~ J California Cooper, #NFDB
1488:Brent Berlin and Paul Kay in Basic Color Terms demonstrate exhaustively and empirically, the very simple thesis that anywhere in the world, as a language develops and acquires names for color, the colors always enter in the same order. The most primitive are black and white. Then red. Then either green or yellow. ~ Alexander Theroux, #NFDB
1489:Each relationship between two persons is absolutely unique. That is why you cannot love two people the same. It simply is not possible. You love each person differently because of who they are and the uniqueness that they draw out of you. And the more you know another, the richer the colors of that relationship. ~ William Paul Young, #NFDB
1490:Every person sees the world through lenses of his or her own design—individual goggles that alter focus and perspective as desired. For those who wish the world to be dark and ugly and unapproachable, it is. But for those who wish it to be beautiful, it is a garden playground blooming with bright, happy colors. ~ Richelle E Goodrich, #NFDB
1491:My intruder leaned into the dim light, revealing a face both beautiful and terrifying. He wasn’t human. No, he was far too perfect and mystical for that. Markings, resembling tattoos, flashed with jeweled colors beneath his dark, fathomless eyes. His blue hair swayed, out of sync with the wind gushing through my window. ~ A G Howard, #NFDB
1492:Yet it is beautiful to discover that there's another chapter to the story, where we discover deep unity beneath, and supporting, the diversity of appearance. All colors are one thing, seen in different states of motion. That is science's brilliantly poetic answer to Keats's complaint that science "unweaves a rainbow. ~ Frank Wilczek, #NFDB
1493:Sometimes you just get in there and force yourself to work, and maybe something good will come out, ya know? Deadlines and things make you creative. Opportunity and telling yourself you have all the time in the world, all the money in the world, all the colors in the palette, anything you want-that just kills creativity. ~ Jack White, #NFDB
1494:They came silently as ghosts themselves, swept along like leaves being scattered about them in the scurrying east wind. Yet their running forms seemed carved out by the wild landscape, in the natural facts of evolution, so they were almost perfectly camouflaged, shielded by the deepening colors of autumn change. ~ David Clement Davies, #NFDB
1495:They're the ones I can't stand to look at, although on occasion I still fail. I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair, and surprise. They have punctured hearts. They have beaten lungs. ~ Markus Zusak, #NFDB
1496:When I'm writing [songs], some days the pen just goes. I'm not in charge and I'm almost listening outside of it. That's when I realize that we all have to start looking at life as a gift. It's like listening to a color and believing that these colors have soul mates and once you get them all together the painting is complete. ~ Prince, #NFDB
1497:You’re a fire witch, my dear.” Moira looked up, tea preparations on automatic pilot. “Not all fire witches are the same, of course, but you tend to share affinities. Spicy things to tease your palate, warm colors to soothe your eyes, a ball of lovely yarn under your fingers, and of course a need for light and warmth… ~ Debora Geary, #NFDB
1498:And I go out of Father's house and I walk down the street, and it is very quiet even thought it is the middle of the day and I can't hear any noise except birds singing and wind and sometimes buildings falling down in the distance, and if I stand very close to traffic lights I can hear a little click as the colors change. ~ Mark Haddon, #NFDB
1499:I cannot stay, Empress. You are too much temptation, and I am nowhere near strong or good enough to resist you." He spoke the words quietly at her ear, his nose buried in her hair- hair he no longer considered brown, but a rich myriad of chocolate and mahogany and sable that was fast becoming his favorite of all colors. ~ Sarah MacLean, #NFDB
1500:I cannot stay, Empress. You are too much temptation, and I am nowhere near strong or good enough to resist you." He spoke the words quietly at her ear, his nose buried in her hair- hair he no longer considered brown, nut a rich myriad of chocolate and mahogany and sable that was fast becoming his favorite of all colors. ~ Sarah MacLean, #NFDB
49 Integral Yoga
48 Poetry
25 Philosophy
16 Christianity
8 Theosophy
7 Occultism
5 Fiction
4 Mysticism
3 Philsophy
2 Baha i Faith
1 Zen
1 Sufism
1 Psychology
1 Mythology
1 Education
1 Buddhism
1 Alchemy
48 Satprem
37 The Mother
15 Plotinus
11 Walt Whitman
11 Rudolf Steiner
8 Jorge Luis Borges
4 Rabindranath Tagore
4 Percy Bysshe Shelley
4 Friedrich Schiller
3 Ralph Waldo Emerson
3 Friedrich Nietzsche
2 Moses de Leon
2 Mirabai
2 Bulleh Shah
2 Baha u llah
2 Alice Bailey
11 Whitman - Poems
7 On the Way to Supermanhood
6 Theosophy
6 Borges - Poems
6 Agenda Vol 04
5 Plotinus - Complete Works Vol 03
5 Plotinus - Complete Works Vol 02
5 Agenda Vol 07
5 Agenda Vol 02
4 Tagore - Poems
4 Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness
4 Shelley - Poems
4 Schiller - Poems
4 Plotinus - Complete Works Vol 01
4 Knowledge of the Higher Worlds
4 Agenda Vol 03
4 Agenda Vol 01
3 Thus Spoke Zarathustra
3 Emerson - Poems
3 Agenda Vol 13
3 Agenda Vol 09
3 Agenda Vol 06
2 Labyrinths
2 A Treatise on Cosmic Fire
2 Agenda Vol 10
1.00c - DIVISION C - THE ETHERIC BODY AND PRANA, #A Treatise on Cosmic Fire, #Alice Bailey, #Occultism
Prana, therefore, which is active radiatory heat, varies in vibration and quality according to the receiving Entity. Man passes the prana through his etheric vehicle, colors it with his own peculiar quality, and so transmits it to the lesser lives that make up his little system. Thus, the great interaction goes on, and all parts blend, merge and are interdependent; and all parts receive, color, qualify and transmit. An endless circulation goes on that has neither a conceivable beginning nor possible end from the point of view of finite man, for its source and end are hid in the unknown cosmic fount. Were conditions everywhere perfected this circulation would proceed unimpeded and might result in a condition of almost endless duration, but limitation and termination result as the effects of imperfection giving place to a gradual perfection. Every cycle originates from another cycle of a relative completeness, and will give place ever to a higher spiral; thus eventuate periods of apparent relative perfection leading to those which are still greater.
The aim for this greater cycle is the blending, as we know, of the two fires of matter, latent and active, and their merging with the fires of mind and spirit till they are lost from sight in the general flame; the fires of mind and spirit burn up matter and thereby bring about liberation from the confining vehicles. The altar of earth is the birthplace of spirit, its liberator from the mother (matter), and its entrance into higher realms.
1.00e - DIVISION E - MOTION ON THE PHYSICAL AND ASTRAL PLANES, #A Treatise on Cosmic Fire, #Alice Bailey, #Occultism
From the point of view of fire, [lxxxviii]86 leaving the aura and [205] its colors out of temporary consideration, the evolutionary development marks an equally definite process.
a. The vivification of the inner heat of the sheaths, or the tiny point of fire latent in every individual atom of matter. This process proceeds in all three bodies, at first slowly, then more rapidly, and finally simultaneously and synthetically.
1.00 - The Constitution of the Human Being, #Theosophy, #Alice Bailey, #Occultism
Why does the world appear to man in this threefold way? The simplest consideration will explain that. I cross a Meadow covered with flowers. The flowers make their colors known to me through my eyes. That is the fact which I accept as given. I rejoice in the splendor of the colors. Through this I turn the fact into an affair of my own. By means of my feelings I link the flowers with my own
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10.10 - A Poem, #Writings In Bengali and Sanskrit, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
The earth falls on the feet, in various colors
But he is a water sportsman
1.01 - Economy, #Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience, #Henry David Thoreau, #Philosophy
A man who has at length found something to do will not need to get a new suit to do it in; for him the old will do, that has lain dusty in the garret for an indeterminate period. Old shoes will serve a hero longer than they have served his valet,if a hero ever has a valet,bare feet are older than shoes, and he can make them do. Only they who go to soires and legislative halls must have new coats, coats to change as often as the man changes in them. But if my jacket and trousers, my hat and shoes, are fit to worship God in, they will do; will they not? Who ever saw his old clothes,his old coat, actually worn out, resolved into its primitive elements, so that it was not a deed of charity to bestow it on some poor boy, by him perchance to be bestowed on some poorer still, or shall we say richer, who could do with less? I say, beware of all enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a new wearer of clothes. If there is not a new man, how can the new clothes be made to fit? If you have any enterprise before you, try it in your old clothes. All men want, not something to _do with_, but something to _do_, or rather something to _be_. Perhaps we should never procure a new suit, however ragged or dirty the old, until we have so conducted, so enterprised or sailed in some way, that we feel like new men in the old, and that to retain it would be like keeping new wine in old bottles. Our moulting season, like that of the fowls, must be a crisis in our lives. The loon retires to solitary ponds to spend it. Thus also the snake casts its slough, and the caterpillar its wormy coat, by an internal industry and expansion; for clothes are but our outmost cuticle and mortal coil. Otherwise we shall be found sailing under false colors, and be inevitably cashiered at last by our own opinion, as well as that of mankind.
We don garment after garment, as if we grew like exogenous plants by addition without. Our outside and often thin and fanciful clothes are our epidermis, or false skin, which partakes not of our life, and may be stripped off here and there without fatal injury; our thicker garments, constantly worn, are our cellular integument, or cortex; but our shirts are our liber or true bark, which cannot be removed without girdling and so destroying the man. I believe that all races at some seasons wear something equivalent to the shirt. It is desirable that a man be clad so simply that he can lay his hands on himself in the dark, and that he live in all respects so compactly and preparedly, that, if an enemy take the town, he can, like the old philosopher, walk out the gate empty-handed without anxiety. While one thick garment is, for most purposes, as good as three thin ones, and cheap clothing can be obtained at prices really to suit customers; while a thick coat can be bought for five dollars, which will last as many years, thick pantaloons for two dollars, cowhide boots for a dollar and a half a pair, a summer hat for a quarter of a dollar, and a winter cap for sixty-two and a half cents, or a better be made at home at a nominal cost, where is he so poor that, clad in such a suit, of _his own earning_, there will not be found wise men to do him reverence?
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Much it concerns a man, forsooth, how a few sticks are slanted over him or under him, and what colors are daubed upon his box. It would signify somewhat, if, in any earnest sense, _he_ slanted them and daubed it; but the spirit having departed out of the tenant, it is of a piece with constructing his own coffin,the architecture of the grave, and
carpenter is but another name for coffin-maker. One man says, in his despair or indifference to life, take up a handful of the earth at your feet, and paint your house that color. Is he thinking of his last and narrow house? Toss up a copper for it as well. What an abundance of leisure he must have! Why do you take up a handful of dirt? Better paint your house your own complexion; let it turn pale or blush for you. An enterprise to improve the style of cottage architecture! When you have got my ornaments ready I will wear them.
1.01 - How is Knowledge Of The Higher Worlds Attained?, #Knowledge of the Higher Worlds, #Rudolf Steiner, #Theosophy
revive the memory of experiences beyond the border of life and death. Everyone can attain this knowledge; in each one of us lies the faculty of recognizing and contemplating for ourselves what genuine Mysticism, Spiritual Science, Anthroposophy, and Gnosis teach. Only the right means must be chosen. Only a being with ears and eyes can apprehend sounds and colors; nor can the eye perceive if the light which makes things visible is wanting. Spiritual Science gives the means of developing the spiritual ears and eyes, and of kindling the spiritual light; and this method of spiritual training: (1) Preparation; this develops the spiritual senses. (2) Enlightenment; this kindles the spiritual light. (3) Initiation; this establishes intercourse with the higher spiritual beings.
1.01 - Necessity for knowledge of the whole human being for a genuine education., #The Essentials of Education, #unset, #Philosophy
In earlier times, people had a sense of inner empathy with the spirit and soul of other human beings, which gave them an intui- tive impression of the souls inner experiences; it made sense that what one knew about the inner spirit and soul life would explain external physical manifestations. Now, we do just the opposite. People experiment with external aspects and processes very effec- tively, since all contemporary natural science is effective. The only thing that has been demonstrated, however, is that, given our modern views of life, we take seriously only what is sense- perceptible and what the intellect can comprehend with the help of the senses. Consequently, we have come to a point where we no longer have the capacity to really observe the inner human being; we are often content to observe its outer shell. We are further removed from the human being. Indeed, the very methods that have so eagerly illuminated life in the outer world the work- ing of naturehave robbed us of the most basic access between souls. Our wonderfully productive civilization has brought us very close to certain natural phenomena, but it has also driven us away from human nature. It should be obvious that the aspect of our culture most harmed by this situation is educationevery- thing related to human development and teaching children. Once we can understand those we are to shape, we will be able to educate and teach, just as painters must understand the nature and quality of colors before they can paint, and sculptors must first understand their materials before they can create, and so on. If this is true of the arts that deal with physical materials, isnt it all the more true of an art that works with the noblest of all materials, the material that only the human being can work withhuman life, human nature and human development?
These issues remind us that all education and all teaching must spring from the fountain of real knowledge of human nature. In the Waldorf schools, we are attempting to create such an art of education, solidly based on true understanding of the human being, and this educational conference is about the educational methods of Waldorf education.
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Lets imagine a sensory organ the eye, for example. The eye encounters outer impressions, sensations of color. This eye is orga- nized in very delicate ways that unite with the impressions made by colors. Without a person having any say in the matter, the slightest external impression is immediately transformed into something of the nature of will, which is only then experienced by the soul, as we say. The entire life of the child before the change of teeth is ruled8 in this way by sensory perceptions that impress the soul. All inner experiences resemble a kind of perception by the soul.
Children absorb impressions from all the people around them with the same intensity that sensory organs receive impressions from the environment. The way we move around children whether slowly, revealing an indolence of soul and spirit or storm- ily, revealing a soul and spirit thats overbearingis absorbed by them; they are completely sensory. We might say that an adult tastes with the mouth, or with the pallet or tongue. Children, however, experience taste in the very depths of their organism; its as though the sense of taste were spread throughout a large part of the body. This is also true of the other senses. The effects of light bind themselves intimately to a childs respiratory rhythms and circulation. What is to adults a separate visual perception, children experience in their whole body; and without any fore- thought, a childs will impulses arise immediately, like reflexes. For the moment Im bringing this up just by way of introduction to this theme. A childs whole body responds reflexively to every impression in the environment.
1.01 - Tara the Divine, #Tara - The Feminine Divine, #unset, #Philosophy
forms and colors, adorn ed with divers e attrib utes and
ornaments.
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forms are possible. All colors, all ornaments, and all
attri butes are possible. It is also said that limitations of
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The deity's form, colors, and attri butes are associated
with a symbolism called the "pure sense."
1.02 - BEFORE THE CITY-GATE, #Faust, #Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, #Poetry
The colors of hope to the valley cling,
And weak old Winter himself must shiver,
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Their clothes are colors that softly gleam.
I hear the noise of the village, even;
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If then appeared, with colors splendid,
The young Queen in her crystal shell,
1.02 - On the Knowledge of God., #The Alchemy of Happiness, #Al-Ghazali, #Sufism
Still the miserable naturalist, who ascribes effects to the influences of nature, speaks correctly. For, if natural causes had no operation, the art of medicine would have been useless, and the holy law would not have allowed to have recourse to medical treatment. The mistake which the naturalist makes, is that he contracts his sphere of vision, and is like the lame ass, that left his load at the first stopping place. He does not know that nature also is subjected to the hand of the power of God, and is a kind of humble servant, such as a shoe is to the ass. The astrologer also says, that the sun is a star, which causes heat and light upon the earth. If there had been no sun, the distinction between day and night would not have existed, and vegetables and grain could not have been produced. The moon also is a star, and if there bad been no moon, how many things connected with the requirements of the Law of the Koran, would have been impracticable, such as fasting, alms and pilgrimage, since there would have been no distinction of weeks, months and years. The colors and perfumes of herbs and fruits exist also from its influence. The sun is warm and dry; the moon is cold and moist. Saturn [52] is cold and dry, Venus is warm and moist. And the school of astrologers is to be credited in these representations; but when they ascribe all events to influences proceeding from the heavenly bodies, they are liars. They do not perceive that they all alike are subject to the almighty power of God as God says in his word: "And the sun, moon and stars are subject to his command." 1 There is also an influence exercised by the stars, which resembles the control, exercised by the nerve that comes from the brain over the finger in writing; while the force of nature is like the control exerted upon the pen by the finger....
When the health of a person undergoes a change, and he becomes the prey of melancholy and suspicion, and the pleasures of the world become distasteful, so that from disgust with it, he withdraws from all society, his physician says, "this person is diseased with melancholy; he must take an infusion of dodder, of thyme and bark of endive as a medicine." The naturalist says: "As this person's malady is of a dry nature, it arises from a predominance of dryness, which has settled on the brain. The occasion of his having a dry temperament is the season of winter. Until spring comes, and dry weather predominates, there is no possibility of a cure." The astrologer says, "this person being under the influence of melancholy, which arises from a hurtful conjunction between Mars and Jupiter, there will be no favorable change in his health until the conjunction of Jupiter with Venus shall have reached the Trine." Now know, beloved, that the language of all these persons is correct, for they all speak and believe according to the degree and reach of their reason and understanding. However, the real and essential cause of the malady may be stated thus. When fortune is favorable to any person, and the Deity desires to guide him into the [53] possession of it, he deputes two powerful ministers to that effect, Jupiter and Mars. These in turn, control the light footed ministers, the elements, and command dryness, for example, to fasten its bridle to the neck of the person, and cause dryness to attack his head and brain. He is thus made to become weary of the world by means of the scourge of melancholy and suspicion, and so with the bridle of the will may be impelled towards the Deity. These circumstances can never be understood in this sense, either by medicine, or by nature, or by the stars. One may, however, learn to understand them by knowledge and the prophetic power combined. For they embrace the whole kingdom of the universe with its deputies and servants, and possess the knowledge of the end for which everything was created: they know to whose command all things are subjected, to what men are invited and what they are forbidden to do.
1.02 - The Soul Being of Man, #Theosophy, #Alice Bailey, #Occultism
The soul being of man differs from his corporality through being his own inner world. This inner world peculiar to each person faces one the moment one directs one's attention to the simplest sensation. One finds, in the first place, that no one can know if another person perceives even the simplest sensation in exactly the same way as one does oneself. It is known that there are people who are colorblind. They see things only in different shades of gray. Others are partially colorblind. They are unable, because of this, to perceive certain shades of colors. The picture of the world which their eyes give them is different from that of so-called normal persons.
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1.02 - The Stages of Initiation, #Knowledge of the Higher Worlds, #Rudolf Steiner, #Theosophy
will probably not succeed at first, but little by little, with genuine and patient practice, these feelings ensue. Only, this exercise must be practiced over and over again. At first the feelings are only present as long as the observation lasts. Later on they continue, and then they grow to something which remains living in the soul. The student has then but to reflect, and both feelings will always arise, even without the contemplation of an external object. Out of these feelings and the thoughts that are bound up with them, the organs of clairvoyance are formed. If the plant should then be included in this observation, it will be noticed that the feeling flowing from it lies between the feelings derived from the stone and the animal, in both quality and degree. The organs thus formed are spiritual eyes. The students gradually learns, by their means, to see something like soul and spirit colors. The spiritual world with its lines and figures remains dark as long as he has only attained what has been described as preparation; through enlightenment this world becomes light. Here it must also be noted that the words "dark" and "light," as well as the other expressions used, only approximately describe what is meant.
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[paragraph continues] This cannot be otherwise if ordinary language is used, for this language was created to suit physical conditions. Spiritual science describes that which, for clairvoyant organs, flows from the stone, as blue, or blue-red; and that which is felt as coming from the animal as red or red-yellow. In reality, colors of a spiritual kind are seen. The color proceeding the plant is green which little by little turns into a light ethereal pink. The plant is actually that product of nature which in higher worlds resembles, in certain respects, its constitution in the physical world. The same does not apply to the stone and the animal. It must now be clearly understood that the above-mentioned colors only represent the principal shades in the stone, plant and animal kingdom. In reality, all possible intermediate shades are present. Every stone, every plant, every animal has its own particular shade of color. In addition to these there are also the beings of the higher worlds who never incarnate physically, but who have their colors, often wonderful, often horrible. Indeed, the wealth of color in these higher worlds is immeasurably greater than in the physical world.
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will develop to new plants. I again become aware that in what I see, something lies hidden which I cannot see. I fill my mind entirely with the thought: this plant with its form and colors, will in time be no more. But the reflection that it produces seeds teaches me that it will not disappear into nothing. I cannot at present see with my eyes that which guards it from disappearance, any more than I previously could discern the plant in the grain of seed. Thus there is something in the plant which my eyes cannot see. If I let this thought live within me, and if the corresponding feeling be coupled with it, then, in due time, there will again develop in my soul a force which will ripen into a new perception." Out of the plant there again grows a kind of spiritual flame-form, which is, of course, correspondingly larger than the one previously described. The flame can be felt as being greenish-blue in the center, and yellowish-red at the outer edge.
It must be explicitly emphasized that the colors here described are not seen as the physical eyes see colors, but that through spiritual perception the same feeling is experienced as in the case of a physical color-impression. To apprehend blue
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higher worlds, but he can only see and hear them if his feeling is ripe for the perception of the spiritual forms, colors and tones described in the chapters on Preparation and Enlightenment.
The first trial consists in obtaining a truer vision than the average man has of the corporeal attri butes of lifeless things, and later of plants, animals and human beings. This does not mean what at present is called scientific knowledge, for it is a question not of science but of vision. As a rule, the would-be initiate proceeds to learn how the objects of nature and the beings gifted with life manifest themselves to the spiritual ear and the spiritual eye. In a certain way these things then lie stripped-naked-before the beholder. The qualities which can then be seen and heard are hidden from the physical eyes and ears. For physical perception they are concealed as if by a veil, and the falling away of this veil for the would-be initiate consists in a process designated as the process of Purification by Fire. The first trial is therefore known as the Fire-Trial.
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The signs of the occult script are not arbitrarily invented; they correspond to the forces actively engaged in the world. They teach us the language of things. It becomes immediately apparent to the candidate that the signs he is now learning correspond to the forms, colors, and tones which he learned to perceive during his preparation and enlightenment. He realizes that all he learned previously was only like learning to spell, and that he is only now beginning to read in the higher worlds. All the isolated figures, tones, and colors reveal themselves to him now in one great connected whole. Now for the first time he attains complete certainty in observing the higher worlds. Hitherto he could never know positively whether the things he saw were rightly seen. A regular understanding, too, is now at last possible
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which he is now familiar. If he recognizes his duty and acts rightly, his trial has been successful. The success can be recognized in the alteration produced by his action in the figures, colors, and tones apprehended by his spiritual eyes and ears. Exact indications are given, as the training progresses, showing how these figures appear and are experienced after the action has been performed, and the candidate must know how to produce this change. This trial is known as the Water-Trial, because in his activity in these higher worlds the candidate is deprived of the support derived from outward circumstances, as a swimmer is without support when swimming in water that is beyond his depth. This activity must be repeated until the candidate attains absolute poise and assurance.
The importance of this trial lies again in the acquisition of a quality. Through his experiences in the higher worlds, the candidate develops this quality in a short time to such a high degree that he would otherwise have to go through many incarnations, in the ordinary course of his development, before he could acquire it to the same extent. It all centers around the fact that he must
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or problem in life, to come to a swift decision without hesitation or delay, for him life itself has been a training in this sense. Such situations are here meant in which success is instantly lost if action is not rapid. A person who is quick to act when a misfortune is imminent, whereas a few moments of hesitation would have seen the misfortune an accomplished fact, and who has turned this ability into a permanent personal quality, has unconsciously acquired the degree of maturity necessary for the third trial. For at this stage everything centers round the development of absolute presence of mind. This trial is known as the Air-Trial, because while undergoing it the candidate can support himself neither upon the firm basis of external incentive nor upon the figures, tones, and colors which he has learned at the stages of preparation and enlightenment, but exclusively upon himself.
Upon successfully passing this trial the student is permitted to enter the temple of higher wisdom. All that is here said on this subject can only be the slenderest allusion. The task now to be performed is often expressed in the statement that the student must take an oath never to betray anything
1.02 - The Three European Worlds, #The Ever-Present Origin, #Jean Gebser, #Integral
The early years of the Renaissance, which one might even characterize as being dramatic, are the source of further writings in the wake of Cennini's treatise. Of equally epochal importance are the three volumes of Leon Battista Alberti'sDellapittura of 1436,which, besides a theory of proportions and anatomy based anVitruvius, contain a first systematic attempt at a theory of perspectival construction (the chapter "Della prospettiva"). Earlier, Brunelleschi had achieved a perspectival construction in his dome for the cathedral of Florence, and Manetti justifiably calls him the "founder of perspectival drawing." But it was Alberti who first formulated an epistemological description of the new manner of depiction, stated, still in very general terms, in the words: "Accordingly, the painting is a slice through the visual pyramid corresponding to a particular space or interval with its Center and specific hues rendered an a given surface by lines and colors." What Vitruvius in his Architettura still designated as "scenografia" has become for Alberti a "prospettiva", a clearly depicted visual pyramid.
Some dozen years later, the three Commentarii of Lorenzo Ghiberti also treat of this same perspective; but despite his attempt to remain within the tradition, his treatises describe in a novel way not only perspective but also anatomy and a theory of drawing (teorica del disegno). It is significant that he corrects his principal model, Vitruvius, by inserting a chapter an "perspective" where Vitruvius would have included a chapter an the "knowledge of rules," and consequently intentionally 'elevates perspectivity to a basic axiom of his time.
1.03 - A Parable, #The Lotus Sutra, #Anonymous, #Various
Decorated in a variety of colors.
The bedding was made of soft silk
1.03 - To Layman Ishii, #Beating the Cloth Drum Letters of Zen Master Hakuin, #unset, #Philosophy
"Finally, there are students who come to believe in a teaching they hear, accepting it as true even though it has no more substance than a shadow, and cling fast to it until the day they die. These are the hoodwinked. They have been bamboozled by words, yet continue to follow them scrupulously. They have not penetrated the wondrous and perfect self-nature that exists within their own minds, nor do they understand that the true reality of all forms in the external world is no-form. They follow arbitrarily the movements of their own minds and perceptions, confounding them for manifestations of truth, picking up various plausible notions that they begin spouting to everyone they meet: 'It's like a precious mirror that reflects unerringly a Chinese or a foreigner in all their perfections and imperfections when they come before it. It's like a mani gem set out on a tray reflecting all shapes and all colors without a single trace remaining behind. Your own mind is like that intrinsically. There is no need to refine it. No need to attain it through practice.' Having no doubt that they themselves belong to the ranks of the genuine priests who have achieved final cessation, if they hear of someone engaging in secret training and hidden practice, they fall about clutching their bellies in paroxysms of laughter.v
"Ahh! They are plausible, all too plausible. The trouble is, having not yet broken free of that indestructible adamantine cage, they wander ever deeper into a forest of thorn, acknowledging a thief as their own son. It is because of this that the great master Ch'ang-sha said, 'The reason practicers fail to attain the Way is because they confound the ordinary working of their minds for truth. Although that has been the source of birth and death from the beginning of time, the fools insist on calling it their "original self."' They are like Temple Supervisor Tse before he visited master Fa-yen, like
1.04 - Body, Soul and Spirit, #Theosophy, #Alice Bailey, #Occultism
Man can enlighten himself in a correct way concerning himself only when he grasps the significance of thinking within his being. The brain is the bodily instrument for thinking. Just as man can only see colors with a properly constructed eye, so the suitably constructed brain serves him for thought. The whole body of man is so formed that it receives its crown in the organ of the spirit, the brain. One can understand the construction of the human brain only by observing it in relation to its task, which consists in being the instrument or tool for the thinking spirit. This is borne out by a comparative survey of the animal world. Among amphibians we find the brain small in comparison with the spinal cord, in mammals it is proportionately larger, in man it is largest in comparison with the
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kind of sense of touch. For these there exist only those mineral forces of which the sense of touch enables them to become aware. In proportion as the other senses are developed in the higher animals is the surrounding world richer and more varied for them. It depends, therefore, on the organs of a being whether that which exists in the outer world exists also for the being itself, as perception, as sensation. What is present in the air as a certain motion becomes in man the sensation of hearing. Man does not perceive the manifestations of the life-force through the ordinary senses. He sees the colors of the plants; he smells their perfume; the life-force remains hidden from this form of observation. But the ordinary senses have just as little right to deny the existence of the life-force as has the man born blind to deny that colors exist. colors are there for the person born blind just as soon as he has been operated upon; in the same way, the life-force, as creating the various species of plants and animals created by it, is present to man as an object of perception as soon as the necessary organ unfolds within him. An entirely new world opens out to man through
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the unfolding of this organ. He now perceives, not merely the colors, the odors, etc., of the beings, but these beings themselves. In each plant, in each animal, he perceives, besides the physical form, the life-filled spirit-form. In order to have a name for this spirit-form let it be called the ether-body, or life-body.
To the investigator of spiritual life this matter presents itself in the following manner: The ether-body is for him not merely a product of the materials and forces of the physical body, but a real independent entity which first calls forth these physical materials and forces into life. One speaks in harmony with spiritual science when one says: a mere physical body, a crystal for example, has its form by means of the physical formative forces dwelling within it. A living body does not have its form by means of these forces, for in the moment in which life is extinct in it, and it is given over to the physical forces only, it falls to pieces. The ether-body is an organism which preserves the physical body every moment during life from dissolution. In order to see this body, to perceive it in another
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The I becomes ever more and more ruler of body and soul. This also comes to visible expression in the aura. The more the I is lord over body and soul, the more numerous and complex are its members, and the more varied and rich are the colors of the aura. This effect of the I on the aura can be seen by the "seeing" person. The I itself is invisible, even to him. This remains truly within the "veiled holy of holies of a man." But the I absorbs into itself the rays of the light which flames forth in a man as eternal light. As he gathers together the experiences of body and soul in the I, he also causes the thoughts of truth and goodness to stream into the I. The phenomena of the senses reveal themselves to the I from the one side, the spirit reveals itself from the other. Body and soul yield themselves up to the I in order to serve it; but the I yields itself up to the spirit in order that
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1.04 - Wake-Up Sermon, #The Zen Teaching of Bodhidharma, #Bodhidharma, #Buddhism
for things in space, buddha-images, light, incense, and colors. They
fall prey to falsehood and lose their minds to insanity.
1.05 - Some Results of Initiation, #Knowledge of the Higher Worlds, #Rudolf Steiner, #Theosophy
Its ground-color is different from any of the seven colors contained in the rainbow. Anyone capable of observing it will find a color which is actually non-existent for sense perception but to which the color of the young peach-blossom may be comparable. If desired, the etheric body can be examined alone; for this purpose the soul-body must be extinguished by an effort of attentiveness in the manner described above. Otherwise the etheric body will present an ever changing picture owing to its interpenetration by the soul-body.
Now, the particles of the etheric body are in continual motion. Countless currents stream through it in every direction. By these currents, life itself is maintained and regulated. Every body that has life, including animals and plants, possesses an etheric body. Even in minerals traces of it can be observed. These currents and movements are, to begin with, independent of human will and consciousness, just as the action of the
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When esoteric development has progressed so far that the lotus flowers begin to stir, much has already been achieved by the student which can result in the formation of certain quite definite currents and movements in his etheric body. The object of this development is the formation of a kind of center in the region of the physical heart, from which radiate currents and movements in the greatest possible variety of colors and forms. The center is in reality not a mere point, but a most complicated structure, a most wonderful organ. It glows and shimmers with every shade of color and displays forms of great symmetry, capable of rapid transformation. Other forms and streams of color radiate from this organ to the other parts of the body, and beyond it to the astral body, completely penetrating and illuminating
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1.05 - The New Consciousness, #On the Way to Supermanhood, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
In that tranquil clarity behind, we stumble in fact upon a second level of confusion, a deeper one (this is truly a descending path). As our mental machinery grows quieter, we appreciate the extent to which it covered everything up all existence, the least gesture, the slightest flutter of an eyelash, the tiniest vibration, like a voracious and ever-growing hydra and we see the bizarre fauna it concealed starting to appear in broad daylight. This is no longer an arena but a teeming swamp seething with all sorts of psychological microbes: a throng of minuscule reflexes like the jerks of the pulses, thousands of desires, complete with the larger speckled fish of our instinctive idiosyncrasies, our innate tastes and distastes, our natural affinities and the whole discordant play of our sympathies and antipathies, attractions and repulsions a mechanism that goes back to the Precambrian era, a massive residue of the habit of devouring one another, a huge multifarious vortex in which selective affinities are scarcely more than an extension of gustatory affinities. Thus, there is not only a mental machinery but also a vital one. We desire and we want. Unfortunately, we want all sorts of contradictory things, which mix with our neighbor's contradictory wills, forming a blind mixture; and we do not even know if the triumph of today's little will is not preparing tomorrow's downfall, or whether this satisfied desire, this austere and righteous virtue, that noble taste, that well-intentioned altruism or stern ideal is not working some disaster worse than the evil we were trying to cure. All this vital hodgepodge, adorned with mental labels and justifications, which philosophizes and spouts its wonderful and faultless reasons, now appears in its true colors, we could say, in the quiet little clearing where we have taken our position. And here, too, we gradually apply the same process of demechanization. Instead of rushing headlong into our sensations and emotions, our tastes and distastes, our certainties and uncertainties, like the animal into its claws (but without its deftness), we take a step back, we pause and let the torrent abate, we rein in the reflex, the peremptory judgment, the mixed or less mixed emotion at any rate, it is a mixture for the clear little stream flowing in the background, the undeceivable ray of sunlight: suddenly the rhythm is broken, the water no longer clear, the ray fragmented. These breaks, these interferences, these jarring intrusions become more and more unbearable. It is like a sudden lack of oxygen, a sinking into mud, an intolerable blindness, the shattering of a little song behind, which made life smooth and vast and rhythmical, like a great prairie wafted by a breeze from elsewhere.
For there is really a rhythm of truth behind, and around and everywhere, a vast and tranquil flowing, a space of weightless time in which the days and hours and years seem to follow the unalterable movement of the stars and moons, rising and falling like a tide from the depths of time, harmonizing with the movement of the whole, and filling this present little fleeting second with an eternity of being.
1.07 - The Continuity of Consciousness, #Knowledge of the Higher Worlds, #Rudolf Steiner, #Theosophy
Some idea can be given of those experiences which emerge from the insensibility of deep sleep if they be compared to a kind of hearing. We may speak of perceptible tones and words. While the experiences during dreaming sleep may fitly be designated as a kind of vision, the facts observed during deep sleep may be compared to auricular impressions. (It should be remarked in passing that for the spiritual world, too, the faculty of sight remains the higher. There, too, colors are higher than sounds and words. The student's first perceptions in this world do not yet extend to the higher colors, but only to the lower tones. Only
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because man, according to his general development, is already more qualified for the world revealing itself in dreaming sleep does he at once perceive colors there. He is less qualified for the higher world unveiling itself in deep sleep; therefore the first revelations of it he receives are in tones and words; later on, he can here, too, ascend to colors and forms.)
Now, when these experiences during deep sleep first come to the notice of the student, his next task must be to sense them as clearly and vividly as possible. At first this presents great difficulty, the perception of these experiences being exceedingly slight. The student knows very well, on waking, that he has had an experience, but is completely in the dark as regards its nature. The most important thing during this initial stage is to remain quiet and composed, and not for a moment lapse into any unrest or impatience. The latter is under all circumstances detrimental; it can never accelerate development, but only delays it. The student must cultivate a quiet and yielding receptivity for the gift that is presented to him; all violence must be repressed. Should he at any period not become aware of experiences during
1.07 - The Fire of the New World, #On the Way to Supermanhood, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
But what is this new consciousness that suddenly appeared in the year of grace 1969 of our evolution? (There may have been many other years of grace before, now buried under the rubble of the earth, and other human cycles that reached the point we have now reached and were destroyed perhaps for the very same reasons that threaten us today. Are we the topmost crest of the great evolutionary wave or simply the nth repetition of an attempt that has taken place many times before, here or in other universes?) This new consciousness may not be so new after all, but it became new for us and entered the field of practical realizations the very day we were able to establish a relation with it we should perhaps say renew the relation with it, because since the beginning of time, here or on other earths, it may be eternally the same eternal Thing with which we establish different relations according to our degree of preparation. What seemed remote and divine to the orangutan is fairly close and far less divine to us, but the godheads of the future remain to be claimed, and there will always be an ever more to incarnate. This ever more is the very meaning of evolution and the misunderstood God we pursue in an orangutan form, a religious or a scientific form; although if we did not baptize Him, He might be the better for it, and we too. But it is one and the same Thing, there, always there only, there are points of rupture among the species, moments of access to another state or another relation. It is quite evident that on its own a chameleon could not imagine (provided it does imagine) anything other than a superchameleon endowed with more lavish colors and more skillful predatory capabilities; similarly, a queen mole would enlarge its storehouse and tunnels which is what we are doing in our human way. What, then, is that vanishing point to something else, that moment of imagination when we emerge into an elsewhere that was always there, another thing that was the same thing, seen and appropriated differently?
If we are to believe materialistic mechanics, nothing can come out of a system except what is already contained in it; we can only perfect what is there, in the little bubble. In a sense, they are right, but one may wonder if a perfected ass will ever yield anything other than an ass. It would seem that the closed system of the materialists is doomed to ultimate poverty, and that, by reducing everything to the degree of development of chromosomes and the perfection of gray matter, they have dedicated themselves to a supermechanization of the machine from which they started (machinery can only lead to machinery). But the ape, the mole and the chameleon do just that; they add and subtract; and our machinery is not fundamentally more advanced than theirs, even though it sends firecrackers to the moon. In short, we are some perfected protoplasm with greater swallowing capacity and smarter (?) tropisms, and soon we shall be able to calculate all that is required to produce biological Napoleons and test-tube Einsteins. All the same, our earth would hardly be a happier place with legions of blackboards and supergenerals, who would not know which way to turn they would set out to colonize other earths... and fill them with blackboards. There is no way out of it, by definition, since the system is closed, closed, closed.
1.08 - The Change of Vision, #On the Way to Supermanhood, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
From then on, each thing is, simply and absolutely. We are at that meeting point of being, and we look at the great world, brand new. There is no hope for anything else, no expectation, no regret or desire if it is not there at that moment, it will never be there! Everything is there, the total totality of all possible futures. Water may flow, and the faces and thunder of the world, the costume of the moment, the cry of the passerby, the flying seed. The great kaleidoscope turns and strews beings, events, countries and their kings, and this fleeting second, colors them blue, red or gold, but there is still the same look at the meeting point, the same second and the same thing in different colors, the same beings with their sorrows, with white skin or dark, in this century or another. There is nothing new under the sun, nothing to expect! There is that one little second to delve into, delve into and deepen, to live totally, as if forever and ever; there is that unique thing that passes, that unique being, that speck of pollen or dust, that unique happening in the world. Then everything begins to be filled with such total meaning, to extend and branch out to the four corners of the world, to vibrate with total significance, as if this face, that chance encounter, that passing blue or black hue, this unexpected stumbling or bird feather floating in the wind brought us a message each thing is a message, a sign of our position and the position of the whole. Nothing exists in relation to this little shadow anymore, to its needs, its desires, its expectation of things or people everything is without plus or minus, good or evil, rejection or choice or preference or will of any kind. What could we possibly want? We already have everything, forever. What else is there! Each passing circumstance divulges its keynote, its pure music, its innermost meaning, without addition or subtraction, without false visual color through things and beings we watch one and the same tranquil eternity unfolding. We are in our point of eternity, in a look of truth. We are at that crossroads of being, which, for a moment, seems to open innumerably upon everything. One full little second. Where is the lack, the vain, the missing? Where is the big, the infinite, the useful or useless? We have arrived; we are right in the Thing. There is no more quest for rosewood in the forest of the great world; everything is rosewood and each thing is the one essence. A kind of warm gold begins to glow everywhere.
And the seeker has put his finger on the fourth golden rule of the passage: Each second totally and clearly.
1.08 - The Depths of the Divine, #Sex Ecology Spirituality, #Ken Wilber, #Philosophy
:::If therefore a man claims to know and speak of God and carries you backward to the phraseology of some old mouldered nation in another country, in another world, believe him not. Is the acorn better than the oak which is its fullness and completion? Whence then this worship of the past? The centuries are conspirators against the sanity and authority of the Soul. Time and space are but physiological colors which the eye makes, but the Soul is light: where it is, is day; where it was, is night; and history is an impertinence and an injury if it be any thing more than a cheerful apologue or parable of my being and becoming.5
To emphasize that the Soul, the "aboriginal Self," is common in and to all beings, Emerson often refers to it as the "Over-Soul," one and the same in all of us, in all beings as such. The overall number of Souls is but one:
1.09 - ON THE PREACHERS OF DEATH, #Thus Spoke Zarathustra, #Friedrich Nietzsche, #Philosophy
other colors.
There are the terrible ones who carry around within
1.09 - Sleep and Death, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
involves conscious exteriorization or deep meditation. The third, in which everything becomes simple, requires a more advanced degree of development: without recourse to sleep or meditation, it is indeed possible to see in every manner, with eyes wide open and in the very midst of other activities, as if all the levels of universal existence were present before us, and accessible through mere shifts of consciousness, rather as if we were adjusting our eyesight from a nearby object to a distant one. Sleep, then, is a first tool; it can become conscious, increasingly conscious, ultimately reaching a point of development where we will become continuously conscious, whether on this side of the veil or the other, where sleep, as well as death, will no longer be a return to a quiescent state or a dispersion into our natural constituent parts, but merely a transition from one mode of consciousness to another. Because, although the line we have drawn between sleep and waking, life and death, may agree with external appearances, it has no more essential reality than our national borders have in terms of physical geography, or the external colors and fixed appearance of an object have in terms of nuclear physics. Actually,
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from the muddy shades of the subconscient (gray, brown, black); the vibrant hues of the Subtle Physical; the bright colors of the Vital,
which, we should note, always look somewhat artificial, flashy, and a bit hard (this region is particularly deceptive); to the lights of the Mind, which become increasingly powerful and pure as one rises toward the Origin. From the Overmind and above (we will discuss the Overmind later), a radical change occurs in the nature of the vision:
1.09 - The Greater Self, #On the Way to Supermanhood, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
But what eclipses our vision? We might as well ask, What eclipses the linear vision of the centipede? Or what eclipses the lotus in the seed? For our eyes, the universe is gradually becoming, but our eyes are really the supreme Look hiding from itself to look through the eternity of the ages and through our millions of eyes, and with millions of colors and faces, at the one perfection it saw in an eternal white second. The world is one; it is a single global unity, even the scientists tell us so. And they are trying to find that equation. But to restore this oneness, they have divided and subdivided matter to infinity, or almost. They have come upon an infinitesimal existence and a smaller infinitesimal existence, a vastness and an even greater vastness. But this oneness is neither an addition nor a reduction to the microscopic level, any more than eternity is an infinite number of years or immensity so many miles plus one. This oneness is there, totally, in each point of space and at each second of time, as much as in all the infinitudes put together and all the vastness added up. Each point contains the whole; each second is eternity looking at itself. And we who stand in this point at this second are eternal and complete, and all the earths and all the galaxies meet in our essential point; an eternal lotus shines in our heart only we do not know it. We know it little by little. And it is not enough to know it in our heads and hearts we have to know it in our body. Then the marvel will be truly complete and the eternal lotus on the summits of the spirit will shine forever in our matter and in each second of time.
This perfection, this oneness of substance and consciousness and being, is like the world's golden memory, the blurred image that each one and each thing strives to conjure up and capture, the goad of the world's great Thirst, the driving force of its gigantic Need to be and embrace and grow. It is like a tenacious memory thrusting things and beings and even galaxies into a mortal embrace that would like to be an embrace of love, that would like to understand all, hold and possess and encompass all within its circumference. Each thing strives toward that gropingly: the sea anemone with its tentacles, the atom with its gravitation, and man with his intelligence and his heart. But our thirst cannot be quenched until it seizes all, encompasses all in its being, and there remains not one particle of the universe that has not become our substance, for, in reality, everything was always our substance and our being and our own face under millions of smiles or sufferings seeking their smile but which cannot really smile so long as they have not found what they always were. There is no other suffering in the world, no other gap, no other lack. But so long as this need is not fulfilled, we will go on and on; atoms will go on whirling to make increasingly purer and lighter kinds of matter, sea anemones ceaselessly seizing and men adding up their treasures, plundering or loving but only one thing is lovable, and until they love everything, they will have nothing really and will possess only their shadow.
1.10 - Harmony, #On the Way to Supermanhood, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
Indeed, it is magic. The seeker repeats the same experience ten, a hundred times. And he begins to stare in fascination. He begins, through a tiny experience, to ask himself a stupendous why?... Oh, the world's secrets are not concealed in thunder and flames! They are here, just waiting for a consenting look, a simple way of being that does not constantly put up its habitual barriers, its possibles or impossibles, its you-can'ts and you-mustn'ts, its buts and more buts, its ineluctables, and the whole train of its iron laws, the old laws of an animal-man who goes round and round in the cage built with his own hands. He looks about himself, and the experience multiplies, as if it were thrust before his very eyes, as if that simple little effort for truth sparked innumerable answers, precipitated circumstances, encounters, demonstrations, as if it were saying, Look, look, this is how it works. A consciousness beyond words lays its finger of light upon each encounter. The true picture emerges from behind appearances. A breath of truth here elicits the same truth in each thing and each movement. And he sees.... He does not see miracles or rather, he sees sordid little miracles blindly contrived by blind magicians. He sees poor humans in droves weaving the pretty bubble, patiently and tirelessly inflating it, each day adding their little breath of defeat or desire or helplessness, their miasma of self-doubt, their little noxious thoughts, stretching and nurturing the iridescent bubble of their knowledge and petty triumphs, the implacable bubble of their science, the bubble of their charity or virtue. And they go on, prisoners of a bubble, entangled in the network of force they have carefully woven, accumulated, piled up day after day. Each act results from that thrust; each circumstance is the obscure gravitation of that attraction, and everything moves mechanically, ineluctably, mathematically as we have willed it in a black or yellow or decrepit little bubble. And the more we kick and strain and struggle and draw this force inside to break the pretty or not so pretty wall, the harder it becomes, as if our ultimate effort still brought to it an ultimate strength. And we say we are the victims of circumstances, victims of this or that; we say we are poor, sick, ill-fated; we say we are rich, virtuous, triumphant. We say we are thousands of things under thousands of colors and bubbles, and there is nothing of the kind, no rich, no poor, no sick, no virtuous or victim; there is something else, oh, radically different, which is awaiting its hour. There is a secret godhead smiling.
And the bubble grows. It takes in families, peoples, continents; it takes in every color, every wisdom, every truth, and envelops them. There is that breath of light, that note of beauty, the miracle of those few lines caught in architecture or geometry, that instant of truth that heals and delivers, that lovely curve glimpsed in a flash which links that star to this destiny, this asymptote to that hyperbola, this man to that song, this gesture to that effect and more men come, men by the thousands, who come puffing and inflating the little bubble, creating pink and blue and everlasting religions, infallible salvations in the great bubble, summits of light that are the sum of their compounded little hopes, abysses of hell that are the sum of their cherished fears; who come adding this note and that idea, this grain of knowledge and that healing second, this conjunction and that curve, that moment of effectiveness beneath the dust of the myriads of galaxies, chromatic temples, devising unquestionable medicines under the great bubble, irreducible sciences, implacable geometries, charts of illness, charts of recovery, charts of destiny. And everything twists and turns as the doctor willed it under the great fateful Bubble, as the scientist willed it, as that moment of coincidence among the countless myriads of lines in the universe has decided it for the eternity of time. We have seized a minute of the world and made it into the huge amber light that blinds and suffocates us in the great mental bubble. And there is nothing of the kind not one single law, not one single illness, not one single medical or scientific dogma, not one single temple is true,, not one perpetual chart, not one single destiny under the stars there is a tremendous mental hypnotism, and behind, far, far behind, and yet right here, so much here, immediately here, something impregnable, unseizable by any snare, unrestricted by any law, invulnerable to every illness and every hypnotism, unsaved by our salvations, unsullied by our sins, unsullied by our virtues, free from every destiny and every chart, from every golden or black bubble a pure, infallible bird that can recreate the world in the twinkling of an eye. We change our look, and everything changes. Gone is the pretty bubble. It is here if we want.
1.11 - The Change of Power, #On the Way to Supermanhood, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
This subconscious resistance is very difficult to describe. It has a thousand faces, as many as there are individuals, and for each the color is different, the syndrome, so to say, is different. Each one of us has his particular drama, with its staging, preferred situations, puppetry of Grand Guignol. But it is one and the same puppet show under all colors, one and the same story behind all the words and the same resistance everywhere. It is the resistance, the point that says no. It does not reveal itself immediately; it is elusive, cunning. In fact, we really believe it loves drama. It is its raison d'tre and the salt of its life, and, if it no longer had any drama to grind out, it would make up some it is the dramatist of all excellence. It is perhaps even the great dramatist of all this chaotic and painful life that we see. But each of us harbors his little man of the big man of sorrow,27 as Sri Aurobindo used to call him. The drama of the world will stop when we begin to put a stop to our own little drama. But the clever puppet slips between our fingers. Driven off the mental stage where it ran its explanatory and questioning machinery it is a tireless questioner; it asks questions for the pleasure of asking, and if all its questions were answered, it would come up with more, for it is also a great doubter ousted from the mind, it sinks down one degree further to play its number on the vital stage. There it is on more solid ground. (The further it descends, the stronger it becomes, and all the way down at the bottom, it is the very image of strength, the knot par excellence, the irreducible point, the absolute NO.) We are all more or less familiar with its tricks on the vital stage: its great game of passion and desire, sympathy and antipathy, hate and love but in fact they are the two faces of the same food, and it savors evil as much as good, suffering as much as joy; it is just a way of swallowing in one direction or another. Even charity and philanthropy serves its purpose. It grows fatter either way. The more virtuous it is, the harder it is. Idealism and patriotism, sacred or less sacred causes are its clever victuals. It has mastered the art of dressing itself in superb motives; it can be found at the parties of charity volunteers and Peace conferences but of course Peace never comes, for if by some miracle Peace ever came, or the eradication of all poverty on earth, what would it do for a living? Driven off that stage, it sinks one degree lower and disappears into the dungeons of the subconscious. Not for long. There it begins to become clear, so to say, and show its real face. It has grown very small, very hard, a sort of grinning caricature: the grisly Elf, as Sri Aurobindo calls it.
Man] harbours within him a grisly Elf
1.12 - The Superconscient, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
However "clear austerity" remains a powerful protection, for unfortunately not everyone has the capacity to rise to the high regions where the forces are pure; it is far easier to open oneself at the vital level, which is the world of the great Force of Life and desires and passions (well known to mediums and occultists), where the lower forces can readily take on divine appearances with dazzling colors, or frightening forms. If the seeker is pure, he will see through the hoax either way, and his little psychic light will dissolve all the threats and all the gaudy mirages of the vital melodrama. But how can one ever be sure of one's own purity? Therefore, not to pursue personal forms but only a higher and higher truth, and letting It manifest under any form It chooses, will help us avoid error and superstition.
We can now try to describe these superconscious levels, as they appear when one does not succumb to ecstatic unconsciousness, and as Sri Aurobindo experienced them. Certainly, what is closest to the universal truth has nothing to do with forms, which are always limited and related to a given tradition or age (though these forms have their place and their truth), but with luminous vibrations. By "vibrations," we do not mean any lifeless waves of quantum physics, but movements of light, inexpressibly filled with joy, love, knowledge, beauty, and all the qualities manifested by the best of human consciousness, whether they be religious or not:
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We speak of "error" because we do not yet see the good it is preparing, or of which it is the visible half; we speak of "falsehood" because we have not yet had enough time to see the lotus blossom out of the mud; we speak of "black," but our daylight is black to one who sees the Light! Our error was the necessary companion of good; no was the inseparable other half of yes; white and black and all the other colors of the rainbow were the various transcriptions of a unique light gradually unveiling itself. There are no opposites, only complements.
The whole story of the ascent of consciousness is the story of a widening of the aperture, the passage from a linear and contradictory consciousness to a global one.
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The illumined mind has a different nature. As the higher mind gradually accepts silence, it gains access to this region, meaning that its substance gradually clarifies, and what came one drop at a time now comes flowing in: The ground is no longer a general neutrality but pure spiritual ease and happiness upon which the special tones of the aesthetic consciousness come out or from which they arise. This is the first fundamental change.191 The consciousness is filled with a flood of light, often golden, infused with colors that vary with the inner state; this is a luminous irruption. And simultaneously, a state of enthusiasm, in the Greek sense of the word, a sudden awakening as if the whole being were on the alert, immersed in a very fast rhythm and in a brand-new world, with new values; new perspectives, and unexpected associations. The smoke screen of the world is lifted.
Everything is interconnected within a great, joyous vibration. Life becomes vaster, truer, more alive; little truths twinkle everywhere, wordlessly, as if each thing held a secret, a special sense, a special life. One bathes in an indescribable state of truth, without understanding anything about it it just is. And it is marvelously. It is light, alive, loving.
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Mantras, great poetry, great music, or the sacred Word, all come from the overmind plane. It is the source of all creative or spiritual activity (the two cannot be separated: the categorical divisions of the intellect vanish in this clear space where everything is sacred, even the profane). We might now attempt to describe the particular vibration or rhythm of the overmind. First, as anyone knows who has the capacity to enter more or less consciously in contact with the higher planes a poet, a writer, or an artist it is no longer ideas one perceives and tries to translate when one goes beyond a certain level of consciousness: one hears. Vibrations, or waves, or rhythms, literally impose themselves and take possession of the seeker, and subsequently garb themselves with words and ideas, or music, or colors, during the descent. But the word or idea, the music or color is merely a result, a byproduct: it only gives a body to that first, highly compelling vibration. If the poet, the true one, next corrects and recorrects his draft, it is not to improve the form, as it were, or to find a more adequate expression, but to capture the vibrating life behind more accurately; if the true vibration is absent, all the magic disintegrates, as a Vedic priest mispronouncing the mantra of the sacrifice. When the consciousness is transparent, the sound can be heard distinctly, and it is a seeing sound, as it were, a sound-image or a sound-idea, which inseparably links hearing to vision and thought within the same luminous essence. All is there, self-contained, within a single vibration. On all the intermediate planes higher mind, illumined or intuitive mind the vibrations are generally broken up as flashes, pulsations, or eruptions, while in the overmind they are great notes.
They have neither beginning nor end, and they seem to be born out of the Infinite and disappear into the Infinite 206 ; they do not "begin" anywhere, but rather flow into the consciousness with a kind of halo of eternity, which was vibrating beforeh and and continues to vibrate long afterward, like the echo of another voyage behind this one:
1.13 - Under the Auspices of the Gods, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
because it will still be a mental synthesis, a potpourri, not unity, as Mother says. It will be the prism pretending that all the colors do come from a single Light, but meanwhile, in practice, all the colors are divided in the world, and all the forces emanating from the overmental plane result from its own original division. Again, let us emphasize that this is not a matter of intellectual speculation, a philosophical dilemma to be resolved, but a cosmic fact, an organic reality like the needles on the porcupine's back. For division to cease,
the prism has to go. The world is divided and will remain so inevitably as long as the mental principle of consciousness, whether high or low,
1.15 - The Transformed Being, #On the Way to Supermanhood, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
It will be the end of the Artifice. This fabulous, monstrous world bristling with machines on every floor and every level swallowed up by a machinery that swallows us and swallows life's slightest movement, the least breath of thought, the lightest heartbeat, that rolls us under its enormous armored tank in which those richest in false powers, most armed with deceptive words, most affluent in false colors and tinsel and fake, artificial television lights, whose shell of triumphant unconsciousness is the heaviest, dominate a hypnotized mass which consents to this barbarous sacrifice to Moloch, this universal and total slavery, detailed down to the tiniest subconscious reaction, in which even the most enlightened men are still impelled by the muffled reverberation of the Machine, alienated from their own powers of seeing, feeling and communicating, smothered beneath an enormous apparatus that conditions their thought and feelings and beliefs, regimented by science, regimented by the law, regimented by the Machine one must keep clicking in order to live, eat, brea the and travel, keep alive in order to stay alive will vanish like some unreal nightmare under the tranquil gaze of Truth, which will put each thing in its place, endow the truer ones with power, clo the each according to his own light, illuminate each one in his true color, expose the innermost vibration without subterfuge, without false clothing, rank beings spontaneously, automatically, visibly, according to the quality of their flame and the intensity of their joy, impart its powerful rhythm to the clearer ones, give to each a world in his measure, a dwelling in his color, an immortal body attuned to his joy, a scope of action commensurate with the scope of his own ray, a power to mold and use matter proportionate to his intensity of truth, his capacity for beauty and his degree of genuine imagination. For, in the end, Truth is Beauty, is supreme Imagination which, through those millions of years and billions of sorrows, sought to make us rediscover our own power of loving, of creating and of uprooting death through immortal joy.
But how will this matter, as heavy and stubborn as it is, this unfeeling rock, obey the power of the Spirit? How will the earth's matter allow itself to be transformed without being crushed, violated, pulverized by some sledgehammer of one kind or another, heated to a few thousand degrees in our nuclear kettles? We might as well ask how that rock could ever escape the tortuous climb of the caterpillar we see no farther than our mental conditioning, but our vision is false and the matter we crush without mercy is as living, active, responsive as the stream of stars above our heads or the invisible quivering of the lotus under the summer sun. Matter too is living; it too is a substance of the Eternal, and it can respond as much as the mind, heart or plant. Only we have to find the point of contact, to know the true language, just as we have found the language of numbers, only to extract a few monsters. Another language needs to be found for another vision, a concrete language that imparts the experience of what it names, brings to light what it says, touches what it expresses, which does not translate but materializes the vibrations and moves things by emitting the same note. A whole magic of the Word needs to be found again.
1.17 - The Transformation, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
Everything is colossally stupid. This supramental "authority" is not some kind of supermagic, far from it; it is an extremely precise process, as precise and exact as a chemistry experiment, except that instead of dealing with external objects, the supramental being acts upon the true vibration in the core of each thing and combines it with other vibrations in order to achieve a particular result, like a painter mixing colors for a picture or a poet combining sounds for a poem. He is truly a poet, for he creates what he names. The true name of an object is the vibration constituting it; to name an object is to have the power to evoke it or to destroy it.
The spontaneous and natural quality of supramental life for ultimately only Truth is natural will be expressed also in a supramental art, which will be a direct and exact representation of our particular spiritual tonality; an art in which cheating will have become impossible because only our inner light will be able to touch and play upon the same lights involved in Matter and mold from it the corresponding forms. If our vibration is gray, our creation will be similarly gray, and everything we touch will be gray. Our physical,
1.20 - Talismans - The Lamen - The Pantacle, #Magick Without Tears, #Aleister Crowley, #Philosophy
May I close with a stray example or so? Equinox III, 1, has the Neophyte's Pantacle of Frater O.I.V.V.I.O.[32] The Fontispiece of the original (4 volume) edition of Magick, the colors vilely reproduced, is a Lamen of my own Magick, or a Pantacle of the Science, I'm sure I'm not sure which![33]
Most of my Talismans, like my Invocations, have been poems.[34] This letter must be like the Iliad in at least one respect: it does not end; it stops.
1958-01-22, #Questions And Answers 1957-1958, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
It is an error to confuse Joy and Felicity. They are two very different things. Not only are their vibrations different, but their colors are different. The color of Felicity is blue, a clear silvery blue (the blue of the Ashram flag), very luminous and transparent. And it has a passive and fresh quality that refreshes and rejuvenates.
Whereas Joy is a golden rose color, a pale gold with a tinge of red, a very pale red. It is active, warm, fortifying, intensifying. The first is sweetness, the second is tenderness.
And Blisswhat I spontaneously call Blissis the synthesis of both. It is found in the very heights of the supramental consciousness, in a diamond light, an uncolored, sparkling light containing all the colors. Joy and Felicity form two sides of a triangle that has Bliss at its apex.
Bliss contains coolness and warmth, passivity and activity, repose and action, sweetness and tenderness, all at the same time. Divine tenderness is something very different from sweetnessit is a paroxysm of joy, a vibration so strong that the body feels it will burst, so it is forced to widen.
1960-05-24 - supramental flood, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Philosophy
It was as vast as the universe, a continuous movement the movement of manifestation of something which was EVERYTHING at once, a single whole. There was no division. And such a variety of colors, vibrations, powersextraordinary! It was one single thing, and everything was within it.
The three Supreme Principles were very clearly there: Existence, Consciousness (an active, realizing consciousness) and Ananda. A universal vastness that kept going on and on and on
1960-07-12 - Mothers Vision - the Voice, the ashram a tiny part of myself, the Mothers Force, sparkling white light compressed - enormous formation of negative vibrations - light in evil, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Philosophy
It was a force with a sparkling white light at its center, the light which is the force of the Divine Mother, and as soon as it was well packed and concentrated inside, or condensed, it took on all the colorsvibrations of every color Like a materialization these colors were like a materialization of the Divine Force when it enters matter. (Just as matter is a condensation of energy, well, this seemed to be a condensation of Divine Force. Thats really the impression it gave.)
It reminded me of tantric things. I have seen tantric formations and how forces are systematically separated by themeach vibration, each color. Its very interesting. They are all one, and yet each is distinct. That is, they are separated in order to be distinguished and for each one to be used individually. Each one represents a particular action for obtaining something in particular. This is the special knowledge the tantrics have, I believe. Or its the reflection of their knowledge. And my impression is that when they do their pujas or say their mantras, what they are trying to do is recombine all that into the white light. Im not sure. I know they use each one separately for a separate purpose, but when they speak of their puja succeeding, it may mean that they have been able to recombine the light. But I say this very guardedly. For I would have to see X do his puja one day to really knowfrom afar Im not so sure. Its merely an impression.
1960-10-30, #Agenda Vol 01, #unset, #Philosophy
And the experience just now (during meditation) was somehow mixed with what I usually see at night (it was not a combinationor maybe it was a combination ), for it had that same light It was a kind of powdering, even finer than tiny dotsa powdering like an atomic dust, but with an EXTREMELY intense vibration but without any shifting of place. And yet its in constant motion Something shifting about within something that vibrates on the same spot without moving (something does move, but its subtler, like a current of tremendous power which passes through a milieu that doesnt move at all: rather, it vibrates on the same spot with an extreme intensity). But I dont exactly know how it is different from the present experience It becomes less golden at night, the gold is less visible, whereas the other colorswhite, blue and a sort of pinkare much more visible.
Oh, now I remember! It was PINK during the second phase, just afterwards, after Egypt! Oh, it was like like at the end of a sunrise when it gets very clear and luminous. A magnificent color. And it kept coming down and down, in a flood that part was new. Its something I see very rarely. It was not there at all the last time we meditated together. And it came filled with such a joy! Oh! It was absolutely ecstatic. It lasted quite a long time. And from there I went into this trance where I saw (laughing) that man congratulating you! I heard him say (his voice is what roused me from my trance, and then I saw him), Congratulations, its a great success! (Mother laughs)
1961-02-04, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Theon always told me that the true interpretation of the Biblical story of the serpent in the Garden of Eden is that humanity wanted to pass from a state of animal-like divinity to the state of conscious divinity by means of mental development, symbolized by eating the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge. And this serpent, which Theon always said was iridescent, reflecting all the colors of the prism, was not at all the spirit of evil, but the power of evolution the force, the power of evolution. And it was natural that this power of evolution would make them taste the fruit of knowledge.
Now, according to Theon, Jehovah was the chief of the Asuras,6 the supreme Asura, the egoistic God who wanted to dominate everything and keep everything under his control. And of course this act made him furious, for it enabled mankind to become gods through the power of an evolution of consciousness. And thats why he banished them from Paradise.
1961-04-12, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
And, an incredible thing this cat was very pretty, but she had a wretched tail, a tail like an ordinary cat; and one day when I was with her at the window, one of the neighbors cats wandered into the gardenan angora with three colors, three very prominent colors, and such a beautiful tail trailing behind! So I said (my cat was just beside me), Oh! Just see how beautiful she is! What a beautiful tail she has! And I could see my cat looking at her. My child, in her next litter she had one exactly like that! How did she manage it? I dont know. Three prominent colors and a magnificent tail! Did she hunt up a male angora? Or did she just will for it intensely?
They are really something, you cant imagine! Once, when she was due to give birth and was very heavy, she was walking along the window ledge and I dont know what happened, but she fell. She had wanted to jump from the ledge, but she lost her footing and fell. It must have injured something. The kittens didnt come right away, they came later, but three of them were deformed (there were six in all). Well, when she saw how they were, she simply sat on themkilled them as soon as they were born. Such incredible wisdom! (They were completely deformed: the hind paws were turned the wrong way roundthey would have had an impossible life.)
1961-04-25, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Only one thing would actually be true, one single thing: to DO it. All this talking and talking and promising and painting things in glowing colorsjust DO it.
(silence)
1961-07-28, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
All at once, as I gaze above me, I glimpse something roseate; I draw nearer and discern what appears to be a shrub, as large as a tree, held fast to a blue reef. The denizens of the waters glide to and fro, myriad and diverse. Now I find myself standing upon fine, shining sand. I gaze about me in wonder. There are mountains and valleys, fantastic forests, strange flowers that could as well be animals, and fish that might be flowersno separation, no gap is there between stationary beings and mobile. colors everywhere, brilliant and shimmering, or subdued, but always harmonious and refined. I walk upon the golden sands and contemplate all this beauty bathed in a soft, pale blue radiance, tiny, luminous spheres of red, green and gold circulating through it.
How marvelous are the depths of the sea! Everywhere the presence of the One in whom all harmonies reside is felt!
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Then, wreathed by the splendid colors of the rainbow, enveloped by lulling melodies and exquisite perfumes, beneath his gaze so powerful, so tender, I drift into a beatific repose. And during my sleep I learn many beautiful and useful things.
Of all these marvelous things, understood without the noise of words, I mention only one.
1961-08-25, #Agenda Vol 02, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Nowadays I always spend a part of the night in the realm of expression, a realm where generally I never used to go at all. Its a very lovely place, very human in the sense that its not a scene from Nature: there are huge rooms and great, highly intellectual arrangements; yet its very lovely, with such a clear and limpid atmosphereall in clear shades (Mother gives up trying to describe it). Oh, its so luminous and lovely, very well organized, as far as the eye can see; it seems as big as the earth. The rooms are roofless, just imagine! Huge roofless rooms flooded with light, and transparent partitions. And the people inside seem very, very awarenot a lot of people, but extremely studious and attentive, and they are creating arrangements of things. They must be people writing books. They are making compositionsoh, if you knew how lovely it was! Its as if they were taking colors and more or less geometrical forms and placing them in relation to one another. There are huge pigeonholes where everything is in order, and yet without doors, not closed upwide open and still completely protected. An interesting place. I dont usually go there Ive gone maybe two or three times in my life, without paying much attention but lately, because of this book you are writing, Sri Aurobindo is taking me there all the time.
And there are people with no countryhe takes me to a place where the people have no country, no race, no special costume they seem very universal. And they move around harmoniously, silently, as though they were gliding and with precision, everything is extremely precise. Some of them have even shown me things: there were some lovely colored papers! But these colors are unearthly, somehow transparent. They were arranging it all, demonstrating and explaining to me how it has to be arranged to give the maximum effect.
I have seen you there several times. You were wearing something similar to what you are wearing now [dhoti]: not European they wear the costume of no particular country. Its usually white, but not made of cloth. Its all on a VERY luminous, very orderly, very clear mental plane-no objects lying around, only things like sheets of paper, which seem to be ideas or compositions of ideas, but no clutter. Its vast, vast, so vast you can see no end to it! And up above its wide open, and a light is constantly descending. What you walk on is a little more solid, but not much more. Its an interesting place.
1962-02-27, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Take the case of someone you know well and are used to seeing materially: seeing him in the subtle physical, certain aspects become more prominent, more visible, more marked; physically they went unseen because in the material grayness they had blended with many other things. Certain character traits that never showed up physically now become so marked as to be quite visible. When you look at someone physically, you see the color of his complexion, the shape of his features, his expression. Seeing him at the same moment in the subtle physical, you suddenly notice different colors on different parts of the face, in the eyes an expression or a particular light you hadnt seen beforea strong impression of a very different overall appearance, which to our physical eyes would seem rather outlandish. But for the subtle vision its all very expressive and revealing of the persons character, or even of the influences hes under (what I am talking about is something I observed a few days ago).
So, according to the plane where you are conscious and can see, you perceive images and see events from varying distances and with varying degrees of accuracy. The only true and sure vision is the vision of the Divine Consciousness. The problem, therefore, is to become conscious of the Divine Consciousness and constantly maintain it in all lifes details.
1962-07-11, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Maybe. Ah, that day [April 13] the whole creation was colored waves, but not like the colors we have here, it was. Ah, that day!
For a good two hours it was absolutely. The world, the whole creation seemed like a child at play, thats how I related to it. And what play!
1962-10-27, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
And mind you, I knew nothing of all those worlds, I hadnt the slightest knowledge; but all my experiences came that wayunexpectedly, without my seeking anything. When I looked at a painting, same thing: something would suddenly open up inside my head and I would see the origin of the painting and such colors! One can get to that world directly from the vital, without going through all the mental gradations.
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1962-11-27, #Agenda Vol 03, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
I can see I am still (and God knows how long it will last!) in that transitional period Sri Aurobindo describes in The Yoga of Self-Perfection. A period when the true thing is getting established but the tail of the old thing trails behind, mixes in and colors things. Well, its an old habit, and it takes SUCH a long time to go away.
The habit of not understanding something unless it can be mentally explained is disastrous, for instance. This feeling we have that we dont understand something unless we can explain it thats really disastrous. That half-hours experience was something absolute, you see, not for one second was there any concern to know what was going on (naturally!); it was absolute. And only when the time was up and I had to come out of it did I start wondering, What happened? What does it mean? It wasnt even that pronounced. Its simply an old habit, what we call understanding.
1963-03-19, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Because at the start, there is usually that vibration with all the colors, though with blue strongly predominant (the color I have come to call the Tantric power in Matter); thats immediately with you, its a sort of normal state of concentration. Then afterwards, you seemed to recede or stretch out into a vast Immensity of very quiet silvery whitenessvery quiet and unbroken. Like a receding from outer life and a stretching out into that state. And then there comes downliterally comes downa very intense golden light, very intense, almost (what could I call it?) a colorful gold, really golden, very, very intense, and as though atomizeda powdering. The three in succession. Dont you feel that way?
I feel the second movement: a sense of expanse, it is all white and open.
1963-05-18, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
(Mother asks for a box of paints to demonstrate practically the gradation of colors of the levels of consciousness, from the most material Nature to the Supreme. The point is to illustrate the symbol of Infinity, the figure 8, which Mother explained in the conversation of May 11: the infinite play of the Supreme reaching down to Nature and Nature rising toward the Supreme. Mother speaks in English in the presence of a disciple, who is a painter, so that he may convey her explanations to H., the disciple who is preparing illustrations for "Savitri".)
Of course, all these things are lights, so you cant reproduce them. But still, it must be a violet that is not dull and not dark (Mother starts from the most material Nature). What she has put is too red, but if its too blue, it wont be good eitheryou understand the difficulty? Then after violet there is blue, which must be truly blue, not too light, but it must be a bright blue. Not too light because there are three consecutive blues: there is the blue of the Mind, and then comes the Higher Mind, which is paler, and then the Illumined Mind, which is the color of the flag [Mothers flag], a silver blue, but naturally paler than that. And after this comes yellow, a yellow that is the yellow of the Intuitive Mind; it must not be golden, it must be the color of cadmium. Then after this yellow, which is pale, we have the Overmind with all the colors they must all be bright colors, not dark: blue, red, green, violet, purple, yellow, all of them, all the colors. And after that, we then have all the golds of the Supermind, with its three layers. And then, after that, there is one layer of golden whiteit is white, but a golden white. After this golden white, there is silver whitesilver white: how can I explain that? (H. has sent me some ridiculous pictures of a sun shining on waterit has nothing to do with that.) If you put silver, silver gray (Mother shows a silver box nearby shining brilliantly in the sun), silver gray together with white that is, it is white, but if you put the four whites together you see the difference. There is a white white, then there is a white with a touch of pink, then a silvery white and a golden white. It makes four worlds.
I have explained this [to H.] as I am explaining it to you, but H. has not seen it so she cant understand. I want to show her on paper. It is twelve different things [or twelve worlds], one after another.1
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Mother seems to have forgotten the red of the vital, which comes between material Nature's violet and the Mind's blue. Thus we have twelve worlds: violet, red, blue (the Mind's three blues), yellow, then the Overmind's prismatic colors, which makes five lower worlds, then finally the three golds of the Supermind and the four whites of the supreme creative Joy or Ananda.
Mother means that there is no proof that the order was restored because of the Lord's intervention rather than by some other, "natural" mechanism.
1963-06-08, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
It was yesterday, I think, in the night (not last night, the night before, the 6th of June, that is), for more than three hours without stop, there was no consciousness of anything any morenot a thought, not a will, not an action, not an observation, nothing. Everything was at a standstill. For instance, all that happens when you have experiences and you work in the subconscientall that, everything, everything was at a standstill. It was like the action of a Force. Without any thought or idea, only the sensation and a sort of perception (awareness is the right word) of a Force, but a stupendous Force, you know, like the Force of the earthall the combinations of the forces along with an action that came from above and worked on them. It was going through me (especially around the head down to the chest, but it was going on in the whole body, and it was spherical), it went through me and out, and out, and out in this direction, that direction, another direction, innumerable directions, and nothing but movements of Force (there was something like a perception of colors, but not in the ordinary way: like a knowledge that certain vibrations corresponded to a particular color), but it was an incalculable MASS, almost indefinite, at any rate, and simultaneous. At first I said to myself (laughing), Whats going on? Then I thought, All right, it doesnt matter, Ill just let it happen. And it went on and on and onthree hours without letup.
I didnt know I didnt know anything any more, didnt understand anything any more, had no bearings any more; there was only a Force on the move, and what Force! It was a Force that came from beyond and acted upon all the forces of the earth: on big things, on small things, on small, precise points, on enormous things, and it was going on and on and on, on this point, that point, all points together and everywhere. I suppose that if the mind had been associated with the experience, it would have gone a bit mad! It gave that impression, you see, because it was so overwhelming that And all the time, all the time in the physical center (the physical center, that is, in the corporeal base), with something in an ecstatic state; it was very interesting how that ecstasyan ecstasy that sparkled like a diamondwas there, so sweet, so sweet, so peaceful, as though it were there all the while, telling the body, Dont be afraid, (laughing) dont worry, dont be afraid, all is well. As though the supreme Power were saying all the while, Dont worry, dont worry, leave it to me, leave it to me. It lasted more than three hours.
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There were no psychological perceptions (what I call psychological perceptions are, for instance, vibrations of love, vibrations of peace, vibrations of light, vibrations of knowledge, of power), they werent there in that form, it wasnt that. Still, all that must have been there, because there were many things, many things that were all one thing, but one thing which assumed different forms; but I didnt see the forms, I didnt see the colors. It was only a question of pure sensation. A pure vibratory sensation: only vibrations, vibrations, vibrations, on a colossal scale.
It is a new experience.
1963-08-31, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
You were in a sort of golden light, rather solid, and then from here (the throat) down to here (the solar plexus), there were all the Tantric colors, you know, all the shades. I dont know if you have ever seen them: the Tantrics have an atmosphere with all the colors, not mixed together but side by side. Its a kind of chart of powers, and according to the color they select and pick out, or use, it serves one purpose or another: one is for health, another for progress, another for understanding, and so forth. That chart was with you, and I saw your hand moving as if you were writing.
I see those colors, I always see them in association with those who have practiced Tantrism. X always has them with him, and with his guru,1 its even much more, very strong and very intense.
It was there in front of you, from there (the throat), that is to say the center of relationship with the world, down to here (the solar plexus).
1963-09-25, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
But the night before, I was with Sri Aurobindo, who gave me a revelation. I was with him, he was reclining (not stretched out but on a sort of chaise longue) and I was supposed to bring him something to eat (not at all like physical food, its something else I dont know what it is its rather different in that world the subtle physical), and it was expressed to me (there were no words in my consciousness; I dont know why, no words), he told me something which I understood perfectly, not only understood but it made me very happy, a joy came into me, and I answered, Yes, exactly! It corresponds to the experience I had today and which is??? (Mother leaves her sentence hanging) You see, I was conscious while I was having all the activity, but it was expressed in words [there] that arent words [here], so I dont know what to do! And he told me in the tone you take when expressing a definitive and overwhelming experience (his tone was one of absolute power) something that was translated like this: Now, the nourishment (it wasnt nourishment but food) comes from the whole of Nature at once. (Mother utters those words like a riddle or an open sesame that has not yet opened the door) And he told me to bring it to him (that too was a translation): Yes, you will bring it (the it was that food coming from the whole Nature at onceits a seemingly silly transcription, but anyway), you will bring it in this translucent bowl. And I replied, Yes, I knew, I knew that I had to use this translucent bowl to bring you the food. But what on earth does that correspond to?? Yet it was so evident! There was such a joy! (Because as I was conscious, I thought, Well, all the same, I am still following him closely in his development, its going on as when he was here: when he wins a victory, it is materialized in me.) Thus I was perfectly conscious and I told him, Ah, I am glad! (I am faltering, of course, it wasnt that at allit was admirable.) Oh, I am glad, I knew that I had to bring you the food in this translucent bowl. And the translucent bowl was a marvel! I had it, you see, it was beautiful! It was like opaline, living glass, all luminous but with all the lights alive and moving, and what colors! Pink, mauve, silver and gold, oh, it was so very beautiful. And I brought it to him.
It impressed me very strongly. Very strongly: I was under a spell, probably because the experience was still too strong and powerful for the material brain. And I saw it immediately; at the very moment of the experience, I saw it was a transcription, and an extraordinarily poor transcription, but nothing better could be done.
1963-11-20, #Agenda Vol 04, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
There are times when one is disgusted, and thats just when one should remember this. Now, your disgust may have reasons of its own (!) But you have only to endure. You know, there is one thing, I dont know if you have savored it yet: as soon as you have a difficulty, dissatisfaction, revolt, disgustanythingfatigue, tension, discomfort, all, all that negative side (there are lots and lots and lots of such things, they take on all kinds of different colors), the immediate movementimmediateof calling the Lord and saying, Its up to You. As long as you try (instinctively you try to arrange things with your best light, your best consciousness, your best knowledge), its stupid, because that prolongs the struggle, and ultimately its not very effective. There is only one effective thing, thats to step back from whats still called me and with or without words, it doesnt matter, but above all with the flame of aspiration, this (gesture to the heart), and something perfectly, perfectly sincere: Lord, its You; and only You can do it, You alone can do it, I cant. Its excellent, you cant imagine how excellent! For instance, someone comes and deluges you with impossible problems, wants you to make instant decisions; you have to write, you have to answer, you have to sayall of itand its like truckloads of darkness and stupidity and wrong movements and all that being dumped on you; and its dumped and dumped and dumpedyou are almost stoned to death with all that. You begin to stiffen, you get tense; then, immediately (gesture of stepping back): O Lord. You stay quiet, take a little step back (gesture of offering): Its up to you.
But you cant imagine, its wonderful! Immediately there comesclear, simple, effortlessly, without seeking for itexactly what has to be done or said or written: the whole tension stops, its over. And then, if you need paper, the paper is there; if you need a fountain pen, you find just the one you need; if you need (theres no seeking: above all dont seek, dont try to seek, youll just make another mess)its there. And thats a fact of EVERY MINUTE. You have the field of experience every second. For instance, youre dealing with a servant who doesnt do things properly or as you think they should be done, or youre dealing with a stomach that doesnt work the way youd like it to and it hurts: its the same method, there is no other. You know, at times situations get so tense that you feel as if youre about to faint, the body cant stand it any more, its so tense; or else theres a pain, something wrong, things arent sorting themselves out, and theres a tension; so immediately you stop everything: Lord, You, its up to You. At first there comes a peace, as if you were entirely outside existence, and then its gone the pain goes, the dizziness disappears. And what is to happen happens automatically. And, you see, its not in meditation, not in actions of terrestrial importance: its the field of experience you have ALL the time, without interruptionwhen you know how to put it to use. And for everything: when something hurts, for instance, when things resist or grate or howl inside there, instead of your saying, Oh, how it hurts! you call the Lord in there: Come in here, and then you stay calm, not thinking of anythingyou simply stay still in your sensation. And more than a thousand times, you know, I was almost bewildered: Look! The pain is gone! You didnt even notice how it went. So people who want to lead a special life or have a special organization to have experiences, thats quite silly the greatest possible diversity of experiences is at your disposal every minute, every minute. Only you must learn not to have a mental ambition for great things. Just the other day, I was shown in such a clear way a very small thing I had done (I, its the body speaking), a very small things that had been done by the Lord in this body (thats a long sentence!), and I was shown the terrestrial consequence of that very small thingit was visible, I mean, as my hand is visible to my eyesand the terrestrial correspondence. Then I understood.
1964-08-11, #Agenda Vol 05, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
He has sent me his usual message: its a sort of picture with all the colors. You know that Tantrism attri butes a value to each color; they make a sort of play of forces with all those colors, depending on what they want to say or express theyre lights, very brightly colored lights. Its very particular; the first time I saw that, it was connected with Tantrism. And the other day there came to me (in a slightly ironical tone) a very beautiful picture, this big (gesture: about six inches by twelve). So I knew it was coming from him and that he was happy!
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1965-06-14, #Agenda Vol 06, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
For snakes, for instance, its quite remarkable. Some, when they dream of snakes, have the feeling theyre going to meet with catastrophes; I myself have had all sorts of dreams with snakes: I had to go through gardens full of snakes everywhereon the ground, in the trees, everywhere and not kindly snakes! But I knew very well what it meant; during the dream itself I knew it: it depended on certain mental conditions around me and ill willmental ill will.2 But if you have mental control and power, you can go through, they cannot touch you. And other people, when they see a snake, think it is the universal consciousness. So we cant say. Thon used to say that the serpent is the symbol of evolution, and those who were with him always saw rainbow-colored serpents, with all the colors, and it was the symbol of universal evolution Basically, to tell the truth, everyone has his own symbolism And for myself, I have seen that it depended on the periods in my life, on the activities, on the degree of development. There are things I see again now in which I see another meaning, which was behind the meaning I had seen.
Its very interesting, but it belongs entirely to the domain of relativity.
1965-06-18 - supramental ship, #Agenda Vol 06, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Last night, at one point we prepared a certain number of things that were at the same time like food, medicine, and a way to transform Matter. It had different colors, it was in test tubes, and he explained it all to me. But that wasnt the first time: it has happened very often. But then, the best part of it is that when I wake up, all the precise details are immediately swept away! I seem to feel a hand that comes and takes it all awayon purpose.
But I remember, I still have the image in which he is demonstrating things with his test tubes. There was a man who looked like a scientist (a man about forty years old, between forty and fifty, young but not very young) and very thoughtful-looking. He was sitting. I dont know what his nationality was, I dont remember, but he was modern; he was modern, with modern clothes, and Sri Aurobindo showed him his test tubes with things in them and the effect on a totality of matter. I was there, looking on (I was looking with great interest), and I understood everything then. And I still see the image, but the mental knowledge, the mental translation that would have enabled me to say, Now I know, prrt! taken away. Its the same thing every time.
1965-09-15a, #Agenda Vol 06, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
The hurricane didnt quite have the same color (how can I explain this?) in the large place where the person without a body was, and there, in that corridor; in the first place, it was very red, as if all the leaves were red, the trees were red (there were other colors, but red was the dominant color), while in the corridor, the color was muddier. But it was so strong! So strong that it was hard to get out of it.
And when I got out of it (it was 3 in the morning), I said to myself, All right, let me look after something else now, and I made a special concentration to get out of it. And I found myself in a place I know very well, which is like a replicaa mental replicaof what I might call certain Ashram rooms (its not exactly that, but it corresponds). And there was a gentleman there I knew very well, a Frenchman, who had come to see me. He had a big desk, he was sitting at the desk, waiting for you: you were expected (thats why I am telling you the story). But I myself wanted to see him before he saw you. There was something I wanted to tell him. Then, instead of going through the usual door, I went by another way and arrived before you. I saw him (we didnt speak to each other I never speak to people), but he was very warm, very enthusiastic, very friendly and full of a sort of rather pleasant fervorignorant, but pleasant. A rather tall man, I think, dressed in an ordinary European suit. I cant describe him very well; if I saw him, I could say, Yes, thats him. And he said two words to me that were like that didnt mean anything at all, but that were like the expression of his feeling. I dont exactly recall the word, but it was nothing, it was Oh! something. So I put my message into his head and left, and as I was leaving (Mother laughs), I almost bumped into youyou were rushing in! And I told you, Dont worry, dont worry, everything is fine! And I left.
1966-05-14, #Agenda Vol 07, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
This eye [the left] sees extremely clearlyextremely clearlyalmost more clearly than before, but in the entire corner here, in the very corner, there is a sort of little fog, very, very small like a needle pointno, a pinhead. So that I cant read with it. With this one [the right] I can read, theres nothing, but its dimmed: there isnt half the clarity of the other. But the left is fantastically clear! Very well. So I am accustomed to reading with a magnifying glass [with the right eye], and it has become that way; but when I look at a photograph with a magnifying glass, the photo starts having three dimensions (gesture as if the photo were surging forward), so that I see the person not in colors but alive, the picture is alive. It has three dimensions and the person moves. So I look at the photo with my magnifying glassand I see the person moving!
With the left eye, oh, it has extraordinary precision, but I cant read because (and still I could read, its an idea, just an impression), there is a sort of very, very small cloud in the corner, here. Theres nothing (laughing), I have no cataract! There was a time when it was fairly widespread in that corner, and I showed it (long ago, two years ago), I showed it to the doctor, who told me it was inside: its not on the surface of the eye, its inside. He told me, It wont go. I told him, Ah, wont it!in six months it was gone, completely gone. It came back just a littleit has come back, but it will go!
1966-08-10, #Agenda Vol 07, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Its very amusing: you have here (gesture to chest level), like this, a big lotus bud bowing down (gesture turned downward), and surrounded by a sparkle of golden light, then by another row of light; there are three, four, five rows of light of different colors. Its here (same gesture), like this, bowing down.
(Mother resumes her contemplation)
1966-08-24, #Agenda Vol 07, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
It was about two days ago, two or three days ago. You see, I was thinking of the uncertainty and insufficiency of our meetings [because of the avalanche from the secretaries], and I wondered what to do. Because we have work to do and it must be done, but apart from that, theres no time for anything; then I was told that music could help you. But I am completely off musical practice, and so, since I can no longer play materially, I thought, I can put him in contact with musical waves. Because they are there all the time, all the timemarvels. So then, maybe thats what made me go to that place [where Satprem rests] and thats what (turning to Sujata) gave you your dream. And thats certainly what made me have that experience. I didnt particularly notice music, but its an extremely harmonious place: the atmosphere was harmonious, the colors were harmonious, the sounds were harmonious; so there must be music there.
But I remember that when I woke up, I recalled it was on your birthday that I last played.
1966-09-14, #Agenda Vol 07, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
And those birds (they were birds that werent birds, but they looked like birds), they came all luminous, luminous, with sometimes tiny darker traces here or there, but generally all luminous; their shape was very fluid. And the colors werent as we know them: it wasnt white, it wasnt pale blue, but as if the essence of white and blue, the essence of colors. I dont know how to explain it. And they came like that, then he sent them down, and when they went through his hands and flew down towards the earth (laughing) they became brown, blue, gray all possible colors! But those were opinions. Its amusing.
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1966-10-29, #Agenda Vol 07, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Not last night but the night before, I spent a long time, almost two hours of our time here, with Sri Aurobindo. I have told you he has something that translates as an abode (its magnificent, magnificent!) in the subtle physical. Its always immense, so clear, well-defined, yet fully open. And I get a sense of (Mother takes a deep breath) phew! open, luminousalways, in every case. He is there maybe not quite as he was here (but it makes no difference to me because the change has been very progressive: I have followed Sri Aurobindo almost from day to day, step by step), and he is perhaps rather taller, with perhaps a form that has greater perfection, I dont know, but to me, his expression (Mother smiles with her eyes closed) his expression is inexpressible. I spent a very, very long time with him. In those huge rooms (they are limitless, you know, you feel you could go indefinitely from one room to another, from one place to another), he was directing It was in a part of the place with a certain number of rooms (four, five or six, I dont know), large rooms where he was directing a pottery, just imagine! But it wasnt like here. There were objects made of clay. There wasnt any process of firing, painting or any like that (it wasnt like here), but there were shapes which looked like pottery shapes, and they had a power (Mother gestures downward) to manifest. And then, there was everything: animals, plants, people, things, everything, with all possible colors. I went from one to another, looking, explaining. I had spent a long time with him, and I knew exactly why and how it was done, and afterwards I went and studied the work and observed. Then the rooms were arranged, the things were put in their place: that was as if to show the result. And things charming in their simplicity, yet they contained an extraordinary power of manifestation! But they had a deep meaning. I took an object made of a very dark reddish brown earth, and it was badly put together, that is, the shape wasnt right and I showed it to the pottery foreman (there was a pottery foreman in each room, looking after the work). I showed it to him, and told him (it was fairly big at the bottom, with a small piece at the top [Mother draws a sort of vase with a neck], anyway it wasnt well done), I explained it to him, saying, You understand, its not properly balanced. And while I was holding it in my fingersit broke. Then he said to me, Oh, I am going to mend it. I answered, If you like, but its not as it should be. Of course, we say it with our words, but there, it had a very precise MEANING. Then, there were kinds of big openings between one room and another (they werent rooms, they were huge halls), and one went on to the place where they made fish! But the fish werent fish (!), they had another meaning. And there were fish this big, made of clay, colored and gleaming, magnificent: one was blue-green, another yellowish white, but pretty, so pretty! And they were kept on the floor as if it were water: the fish were kept on the floor, right in the way. So I thought, Thats not very convenient! (Mother laughs) And said like this, it all looks like childishness, but there it had a very deep meaning, very deep.
It was very interesting.
1968-03-16, #Agenda Vol 09, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
This morning, there was an experience; it seemed an extraordinary revelation, and its something that was always known. So you mentalize it the moment you mentalize it, it becomes clear, but thats no longer it! You see, we say this creation is the creation of equilibrium,2 and that in fact it is mental error which makes us want to choose one thing and reject another that all things must be together: what we call good, what we call evil, what we call right and what we call wrong, what we find pleasant and what we find unpleasantall that must be together. And this morning, there was the discovery that through Separationthis Separation which has been described in all kinds of different ways, sometimes pictorially, sometimes simply in an abstract way, sometimes philosophically, sometimes all that is just explanations, but there is something, which probably is simply Objectification (Mother gestures as if to push the universe forward, out of the Nonmanifest) But thats still one way to explain. This so-called Separation, what is it exactly? We dont know (or perhaps we do, after all). It in fact created (to put it in colors) black and white, night and day (thats already more mixed but black and white too are mixed), its the tendency to create two poles: the pleasant or good thing, and the unpleasant or bad one. And as soon as you want to return to the Origin, the two tend to merge together again. And it is in perfect equilibrium, that is, where no division is possible anymore and the one has no influence over the other, where the two have become one again, its there that lies this famous Perfection which we are trying to rediscover.
Rejection of the one and acceptance of the other is childishness. Its ignorance. All mental translations, like that of an Evil eternally evil, giving birth to the idea of hell, or that of a Good eternally good all that, all of it is childishness.
1968-06-22, #Agenda Vol 09, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Before he left, he told me hed had a dream. I think its a personal symbol, but I dont know. He was in a vital world (he was being chased, I think); he suddenly climbed a tree, which turned into a cross, and he was crucified on it. That place was on the edge of a sea that seemed leaden. So he climbed that tree, which turned into a cross, and was as if crucified on the tree; and (you know that at the top of the cross, there is the inscription INRI) instead of that, there was your symbol: Mothers symbol. After that, the cross got as if caught or engulfed by that leaden sea, with only Mothers symbol emerging, remaining on the surface; the cross was engulfed, and little by little the leaden water changed colors and grew transparent. But he, P.L., was engulfed along with the cross.
(After a silence) I saw him before he left; there was around him an atmosphere I didnt like. Yes, like a man whos going to sacrifice himself.
1968-07-10, #Agenda Vol 09, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
It didnt have a very precise outline, because it was radiant. It had internal constitutions of varying radiances (Mother draws points or various concentrations within the cell), and the center was wholly luminous. And there was a big hand, almost a paw, you know, a big hand holding this cell very carefully: he took great care to touch it as lightly as possible (Mother draws two big fingers holding the cell). It was luminous, held up with two fingers, like this. I dont know what the scientific shape of cells is, but it was like this. And he showed me the various radiances. The periphery was the most opaque; the deeper inside, the more luminous it became; and the center was wholly luminous, it was bright, that is, radiating. Then there were different colorsnot very intense, but different colors. The hand was magnified perhaps twice, because it was this big (about ten inches), while the object was this big (about three inches), and it was a cell.
He showed me the constitution, and how the connection was made.
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It may be the ratio between the size of a hand and that of a cellno, it cant be. But it was a huge hand, like this, holding a cell up to me. Big like this. He showed the connection. There were colors: some spots were slightly bluish, others There were all kinds of thingsit was very complexwith varying radiations. And the connection was from light to light.
But here, this boy asks about the link between the cell and the central will of the physical being.
1969-02-05, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
It went on for several hours. It wasnt the conception of a work, it was THE work itself, like like when there are levers and things you move to set other things in motion (Mother draws a big control panel in an electronic room), it was something like that, but it wasnt that at all! It was the organization of those groups of figures that determined the events and the ORDER of events (especially the order of events) and their location on earth. And probably, while I was doing it, something wanted me to tell you, and left an impression that I had something to tell you; then everything went away. When I come back to this life, everything goes away; and its only because I now tried to remember that I could (gesture of contact with the memory) catch it: I tried, and it came back. But I realize (almost with surprise) that it must have lasted at least two hours, or moretwo to two and a half hours. I dont sleep at all, but I am active, absolutely active in the (Mother tries to situate the zone)whats being prepared to manifest on earth, I dont know if we should call it subtle physical or Its the creative zone of the physical, its there. And as I cant run from one place to another, what I do is linked through figures, like thatliving figures. Living figures: I organize them, group them together, and I remember what I did the previous day; I say, No, yesterday it was that way, but now it has to be this way, and with the knowledge that it will have to be changed again tomorrow. And thats what determines events. But the consciousness (the waking or ordinary consciousness) MUST NOT know whats decided there; it must know only a part necessary to the execution. Thats why there is a breakit remains, it keeps on living there like that (gesture behind the head), but it doesnt come through. Its wholly because at that time [during the dream] I made the decision to tell you about it that I could catch the memory, otherwise Although I SEE; I see those figures, thats why I can describe them, but they no longer mean anything for me. And I am not sure whether they are figures or letters. They were figures, I know they were; some figures were golden, others were blue (but those arent our material colors, neither our substance nor our material colors), and I kept arranging them: one group like this, another group like that (gesture like a moving puzzle), then I would choose. Strange. And I must have been very tall, because the figures were big; I would take them and place them (it was on a large surface), and as I placed them, it established a communication and organized the events immediately ahead.
Perhaps I do remember
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Yes And this vision [with the big control panel], it was like an application of scientific means, but quite different! And it was entirely based on There was no thought, no reasoning, nothing of all that: it was a force going like this (gesture of a descent imposing itself), as it always does, and it impelled the action. So I saw; I saw, I knew I had to do this or that, and though I didnt think at all, I was able to explain why, that is to say, I was able to say in advance that it was FOR such and such a thing. It was the combination of these two colors of figures (maybe its a translation in my consciousness? Anyway), the blue figures and the golden ones. And the priority for action was always the golden figures; the blue ones came as if to fill a gap. It had a shape (same gesture like a moving puzzle), it had a shape. Its odd. its odd, it was so natural, so spontaneous and HABITUAL: nothing in the being remembered it with surprise, that is to say, it didnt remember as one would remember having dreamt and done somethingnothing of the sort, it was quite natural: I did it like that and was quite aware that I was doing it every night. And if I remember right, it was between midnight and 3 in the morning (a little earlier or later).
But it has a strong action, I mean it COMMANDS the action on earth, and its not subjected in any way or tied down to anything below: its like this (gesture of a descent imposing itself). And it constantly receives the Will or the Power of action from abovenot above, its not above, its (Mother makes a sort of gesture meaning it is everywhere inside) superior in the true sense.
1969-07-30, #Agenda Vol 10, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Because with cinema, you reach millions of people. And you have everything: you have light, music, colors, faces everything!
But it could be done.
1970-05-09, #Agenda Vol 11, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
I see her, I still see Nature. Her hair is I dont know, its color isnt the same as that of our hair: its like all colors together. And she has her hair as I do, always (Mother shows the bun at the back of her head); always, she has always had her hair as I do, and always hair with no I dont know, it has all colors together. And she has a long, tranquil face. Ageless, neither young nor old; I dont know, ageless. And an extraordinary power in the face.
(silence)
1972-03-29b, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
As an illustration we are tempted to publish here a letter Mother wrote to Sujata's father, Prithwi Singh, way back in February 1951. Barely two months after Sri Aurobindo's passing, certain inmates of the Ashram were already showing their true colors: "My dear child," Mother wrote, "I am not aware of having said anything that could give you the slightest painso I advise you not to listen to what people say. Most of them take a very great pleasure in disturbing others, and when they have nothing nasty to repeat they invent."
Mother often called for Sujata for typing and filing her notes, messages, translations, etc., or else for conveying something to Satprem. Apart from typing work, Sujata also looked after Mother's toiletry and perfumery as well as the organ.
1972-04-06, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
Oh, no! People who can say such things are only showing their own colors.
Yes. Thats their own business, I have nothing to do with it.
1972-08-30, #Agenda Vol 13, #The Mother, #Integral Yoga
There is a vast atmospherea vast atmosphere. A vast atmosphere enveloped in Sri Aurobindos aura: the blue, the luminous light blue which is his color. I see you in that youre like a distinct garden (same gesture) with colors it goes from vivid pink to a luminous, golden atmosphere. A lovely garden. Thats what I see I see it eyes open (Mother touches her open eyes). And thats very good.
There remain a few spots of rigidity, I mean (what can I say?) fixities of a personal nature, but gradually, gradually, they are disappearing, they are being transformed. There. Thats what I see.
1.bs - One Thread Only, #unset, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
English version by Ivan M. Granger Original Language Punjabi One thread, one thread only! Warp and woof, quill and shuttle, countless cloths and colors, a thousand hanks and skeins -- with ten thousand names ten thousand places. But there is one thread only. [2652.jpg] -- from The Longing in Between: Sacred Poetry from Around the World (A Poetry Chaikhana Anthology), Edited by Ivan M. Granger <
1.bs - Your passion stirs me, #unset, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
English version by Fawad Usman Original Language Punjabi Your passion stirs me into a frenzied dance: Thaiya, thaiya Come swiftly, my healer as breath escapes me The venom of passion resides within me The brimming bowl of poison I gulped down eagerly Your passion stirs me into a frenzied dance: Thaiya, thaiya Come swiftly, my healer as breath escapes me The peacock coos and beckons from the deep recesses of passion The sight of the Beloved is nothing less than pilgrimage He slits my heart with one stroke and never looks back Your passion stirs me into a frenzied dance: Thaiya, thaiya Come swiftly, my healer as breath escapes me This passion swirls me to the Teacher's doorstep who gifts me a palette of divine colors The Beloved appears everywhere I only have to stamp my heels Your passion stirs me into a frenzied dance: Thaiya, thaiya Come swiftly, my healer as breath escapes me <
1.dz - Wonderous nirvana-mind, #Dogen - Poems, #Dogen, #Zen
Their colors do not fade.
~ Dogen
1f.lovecraft - The Trap, #Lovecraft - Poems, #unset, #Philosophy
colors are blue and yellow, and red and green. These pairs are
opposites, and when mixed yield gray. Roberts natural color was a
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colors and perspectives, being changed about. It would be the same with
all the other dual organs, such as nostrils, ears, and eyes. Thus
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prison colors and spatial relationships were indeed reversedblack
being white, distance increasing apparent size, and so on.
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of course the scheme of reversed colorsbright red grass, yellow sky
with confused black and gray cloud-forms, white tree-trunks, and green
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inverted colors; with him, of the whole fantastic pageantry of ancient
people and dead scenes that he had witnessed. And then there was that
1.fs - Pompeii And Herculaneum, #Schiller - Poems, #Friedrich Schiller, #Poetry
With their clear colors. But the artist, where!
Sure but this instant he hath laid aside
Pencil and colors!Glittering on the eye
Swell the rich fruits, and bloom the flowers!See all
1.fs - The Battle, #Schiller - Poems, #Friedrich Schiller, #Poetry
And their colors fall!
Victory!
1.fs - The Gods Of Greece, #Schiller - Poems, #Friedrich Schiller, #Poetry
Dull to the art that colors or creates,
Like the dead timepiece, godless nature creeps
1.fs - The Walk, #Schiller - Poems, #Friedrich Schiller, #Poetry
Bright o'er the blooming meadow the changeable colors are gleaming,
But the strife, full of charms, in its own grace melts away
1.is - a well nobody dug filled with no water, #unset, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
English version by Stephen Berg Original Language Japanese a well nobody dug filled with no water ripples and a shapeless weightless man drinks oh green green willow wonderfully red flower but I know the colors are not there [1796.jpg] -- from Crow With No Mouth: Fifteenth Century Zen Master Ikkyu, Translated by Stephen Berg <
1.jlb - Chess, #Borges - Poems, #Jorge Luis Borges, #Poetry
With its two colors set at daggers drawn.
Within the game itself the forms give off
1.jlb - Daybreak, #Borges - Poems, #Jorge Luis Borges, #Poetry
The light streaks in inventing dirty colors
and with a tremor of remorse
1.jlb - Patio, #Borges - Poems, #Jorge Luis Borges, #Poetry
the two or three colors of the patio grew weary.
The huge candor of the full moon
1.jlb - Shinto, #Borges - Poems, #Jorge Luis Borges, #Poetry
the colors of a map,
an unforeseen etymology,
1.jlb - The Golem, #Borges - Poems, #Jorge Luis Borges, #Poetry
Eyelids and perceived colors and forms;
It understood not; lost in loud alarms,
1.jlb - When sorrow lays us low, #Borges - Poems, #Jorge Luis Borges, #Poetry
the colors of a map,
an unforeseen etymology,
1.jr - Seizing my life in your hands, you thrashed me clean, #unset, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
English version by Andrew Harvey Original Language Persian/Farsi & Turkish Seizing my life in your hands, you thrashed me clean On savage rocks of eternal mind. How its colors bled, until they grew white! You smile and sit back: I dry in your sun. The Sea boils with passion for you, The clouds pour pearls at your feet A lightning from your love has pierced the earth This smoke curling to heaven is its child. We were green: we ripened and grew golden. The Sea terrified us: we learned how to drown. Squat and earthbound, we unfolded huge wings. We started sober: are love's startled drunkards. You hide me in your cloak of nothingness Reflect my ghost in your glass of being I am nothing, yet appear: transparent dream Where your eternity briefly trembles. [1961.jpg] -- from The Way of Passion: A Celebration of Rumi, by Andrew Harvey <
1.kg - Little Tiger, #unset, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
English version by Thubten Jinpa and Jas Elsener Original Language Tibetan The honey bee, a little tiger, is not addicted to the taste of sugar; his nature is to extract the juice from the sweet lotus flower! Dakinis, above, below, and on earth, unimpeded by closeness and distance, will surely extract the blissful essence when the yogins bound by pledges gather. The sun, the king of illumination, is not inflated by self-importance; by the karma of sentient beings, it shines resplendent in the sky. When the sun perfect in skill and wisdom dawns in the sky of the illuminated mind, without conceit, you beautify and crown the beings of all three realms. The smiling faces of the radiant moon are not addicted to hide and seek; by its relations with the sun, the moon takes waning and waxing forms. Though my gurus, embodiment of all refuge, are free of all fluctuation and of faults, through their flux-ridden karma the disciples perceive that the guru's three secrets display all kinds of effulgence. Constellations of stars adorning the sky are not competing in a race of speed; due to the force of energy's pull, the twelve planets move clockwise with ease. Guru, deity, and dakini -- my refuge -- though not partial toward the faithful, unfailingly you appear to guard those with fortunate karma blessed. The white clouds hovering above on high are not so light that they arise from nowhere; it is the meeting of moisture and heat that makes the patches of mist in the sky. Those striving for good karma are not greedy in self-interest; by the meeting of good conditions they become unrivaled as they rise higher. The clear expanse of the autumn sky is not engaged in the act of cleansing; yet being devoid of all obscuration, its pure vision bejewels the eyes. The groundless sphere of all phenomena is not created fresh by a discursive mind; yet when the face of ever-presence is known, all concreteness spontaneously fades away. Rainbows radiating colors freely are not obsessed by attractive costumes; by the force of dependent conditions, they appear distinct and clearly. This vivid appearance of the external world, though not a self-projected image, through the play of fluctuating thought and mind, appears as paintings of real things. [1585.jpg] -- from Songs of Spiritual Experience: Tibetan Buddhist Poems of Insight & Awakening, Translated by Thupten Jinpa / Translated by Jas Elsner
1.mb - The Music, #unset, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
English version by Robert Bly My friend, the stain of the Great Dancer has penetrated my body. I drank the cup of music, and I am hopelessly drunk. Moreover I stay drunk, no matter what I do to become sober. Rana, who disapproves, gave me one basket with a snake in it. Mira folded the snake around her neck, it was a lover's necklace, lovely! Rana's next gift was poison: "This is something for you, Mira." She repeated the Holy Name in her chest, and drank it, it was good! Every name He has is praise; that's the cup I like to drink, and only that. "The Great Dancer is my husband," Mira says, "rain washes off all the other colors." [2226.jpg] -- from The Winged Energy of Delight, Translated by Robert Bly <
1.mb - Why Mira Cant Come Back to Her Old House, #unset, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
English version by Robert Bly The colors of the Dark One have penetrated Mira's body; all the other colors washed out. Making love with the Dark One and eating little, those are my pearls and my carnelians. Meditation beads and the forehead streak, those are my scarves and my rings. That's enough feminine wiles for me. My teacher taught me this. Approve me or disapprove me: I praise the Mountain Energy night and day. I take the path that ecstatic human beings have taken for centuries. I don't steal money, I don't hit anyone. What will you charge me with? I have felt the swaying of the elephant's shoulders; and now you want me to climb on a jackass? Try to be serious. [2226.jpg] -- from The Winged Energy of Delight, Translated by Robert Bly <
1.mdl - Inside the hidden nexus (from Jacobs Journey), #unset, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
English version by Daniel Chanan Matt Original Language Aramaic Jacob left Be'er Sheva and set out for Haran. (Genesis 28:10) Inside the hidden nexus, from within the sealed secret, a zohar flashed, shining as a mirror, embracing two colors blended together. Once these two absorbed each other, all colors appeared: purple, the whole spectrum of colors, flashing, disappearing. Those rays of color do not wait to be seen; they merge into the fusion of zohar. In this zohar dwells the one who dwells. It provides a name for the one who is concealed and totally unknown. It is called the Voice of Jacob. Complete faith in the one who is concealed and totally unknown belongs here. Here dwells YHVH, perfection of all sides, above and below. Here Jacob is found, perfection of the Patriarchs, linked to all sides. This zohar is called by the singled-out name: "Jacob, whom I have chosen (Isaiah 41:8) Two names he is called: Jacob and Israel. At first, Jacob; later, Israel. The secret of this secret: First he attained the End of Thought, the Elucidation of the Written Torah. She is the Oral Torah, called Be'er; as it is said: "Moses began be'er, to explain, the Torah" (Deuteronomy 1:5) She is a be'er, a well and an explanation of the one who is called Sheva, Seven, as it is written: "It took him sheva, seven, years to build it" (1 Kings 6:38) Sheva is the Mighty Voice, while the End of Thought is Be'er Sheva. [bk1sm.gif] -- from Zohar: The Book of Enlightenment: (Classics of Western Spirituality), Translated by Daniel Chanan Matt <
1.mdl - The Creation of Elohim, #unset, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
English version by Daniel Chanan Matt Original Language Aramaic In the Beginning When the King conceived ordaining He engraved engravings in the luster on high. A blinding spark flashed within the Concealed of the Concealed from the mystery of the Infinite, a cluster of vapor in formlessness, set in a ring, not white, not black, not red, not green, no color at all. When a band spanned, it yielded radiant colors. Deep within the spark gushed a flow imbuing colors below, concealed within the concealed of the mystery of the Infinite. The flow broke through and did not break through its aura. It was not known at all until, under the impact of breaking through, one high and hidden point shone. Beyond that point, nothing is known. So it is called Beginning, the first command of all. "The enlightened will shine like the zohar of the sky, and those who make the masses righteous will shine like the stars forever and ever" (Daniel 12:3) Zohar, Concealed of the Concealed, struck its aura. The aura touched and did not touch this point. Then this Beginning emanated and made itself a palace for its glory and its praise. There it sowed the seed of holiness to give birth for the benefit of the universe. The secret is: "Her stock is a holy seed" (Isaiah 6:13) Zohar, sowing a seed for its glory like the seed of fine purple silk. The silkworm wraps itself within and makes itself a palace. This palace is its praise and a benefit to all. With the Beginning the Concealed One who is not known created the palace. This palace is called Elohim. The secret is: "With Beginning, ____________ created Elohim" (Genesis 1:1). [bk1sm.gif] -- from Zohar: The Book of Enlightenment: (Classics of Western Spirituality), Translated by Daniel Chanan Matt
1.pbs - Alastor - or, the Spirit of Solitude, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction
Commit the colors of that varying cheek,
That snowy breast, those dark and drooping eyes.
1.pbs - Hymn of Apollo, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction
With their ethereal colors; the Moon's globe,
And the pure stars in their eternal bowers,
1.pbs - Rosalind and Helen - a Modern Eclogue, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction
Indue the colors of this change,
As from the all-surrounding air
1.pbs - The Cloud, #Shelley - Poems, #Percy Bysshe Shelley, #Fiction
The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove,
While the moist Earth was laughing below.
1.rmr - Sunset, #Rilke - Poems, #Rainer Maria Rilke, #Poetry
Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
1.rt - Colored Toys, #Tagore - Poems, #Rabindranath Tagore, #Poetry
I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water,
and why flowers are painted in tints
1.rt - Lord Of My Life, #Tagore - Poems, #Rabindranath Tagore, #Poetry
I wove with rhythm of colors and song cover for thy bed,
And with the molten gold of my desires
1.rt - Roaming Cloud, #Tagore - Poems, #Rabindranath Tagore, #Poetry
paint it with colors, gild it with gold,
float it on the wanton wind and spread it in varied wonders.
1.rt - The Portrait, #Tagore - Poems, #Rabindranath Tagore, #Poetry
Blossoming in myriad colors;
Along various channels
1.rwe - Musketaquid, #Emerson - Poems, #Ralph Waldo Emerson, #Philosophy
Showed me the lore of colors and of sounds;
The innumerable tenements of beauty;
1.rwe - The Enchanter, #Emerson - Poems, #Ralph Waldo Emerson, #Philosophy
Touches a cheek with colors of romance,
And crowds a history into a glance;
1.rwe - Woodnotes, #Emerson - Poems, #Ralph Waldo Emerson, #Philosophy
Pondering shadows, colors, clouds,
Grass-buds and caterpillar-shrouds,
1.whitman - A Broadway Pageant, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Philosophy
wharves, thicken with colors;
When every ship, richly drest, carries her flag at the peak;
1.whitman - As I Ebbd With the Ocean of Life, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Philosophy
See, the prismatic colors glistening and rolling,)
Tufts of straw, sands, fragments,
1.whitman - Carol Of Occupations, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Philosophy
Goods of gutta-percha, papier-mach, colors, brushes, brush-making,
glazier's implements,
1.whitman - Elemental Drifts, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Philosophy
Seethe prismatic colors, glistening and rolling!)
Tufts of straw, sands, fragments,
1.whitman - Ethiopia Saluting The Colors, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Philosophy
object:1.whitman - Ethiopia Saluting The colors
author class:Walt Whitman
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Why, rising by the roadside here, do you the colors greet?
('Tis while our army lines Carolina's sand and pines,
1.whitman - Locations And Times, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Philosophy
Forms, colors, densities, odorswhat is it in me that corresponds
with them?
1.whitman - Salut Au Monde, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Philosophy
I see ranks, colors, barbarisms, civilizationsI go among themI
mix indiscriminately,
1.whitman - Song of Myself, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Philosophy
If our colors are struck and the fighting done?
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain,
1.whitman - Song Of Myself- XXXV, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Philosophy
If our colors are struck and the fighting done?
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain,
1.whitman - The Indications, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Philosophy
They balance ranks, colors, races, creeds, and the sexes,
They do not seek beautythey are sought,
1.whitman - The World Below The Brine, #Whitman - Poems, #unset, #Philosophy
Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white, and goldthe
play of light through the water,
1.ww - The Kitten And Falling Leaves, #Wordsworth - Poems, #unset, #Philosophy
Blue-cap, with his colors bright,
Who was blest as bird could be,
2.01 - The Picture, #Hymn of the Universe, #Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, #Christianity
seen, too, the play of colors on a transparent bub-
ble. So it was that on the unchanging face of Jesus ;
2.01 - The Tavern, #unset, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
We come out of the darkness, no, we enter; outside there is darkness, here something can be seen amid the smoke; the light is smoky, perhaps from candles, but colors can be seen, yellows, blues, on the white, on the table, colored patches, reds, also greens, with black outlines, drawings on white rectangles scattered over the table. There are some clubs, thick branches, trunks, leaves, as outside, before, some swords slashing at us, among the leaves, the ambushes in the darkness where we were lost; luckily we saw a light in the end, a door; there are some gold coins that shine, some cups, this table arrayed with glasses and plates, bowls of steaming soup, tarikards of wine; we are safe but still half-dead with fright; we can tell about it, we would have plenty to tell, each would like to tell the others what happened to him, what he was forced to see, with his own eyes in the darkness, in the silence; here now there is noise, how can I make myself heard, I cannot hear my voice, my voice refuses to emerge from my throat, I have no voice, I do not hear the others' voices either; noises are heard, I am not deaf after all, I hear bowls scraped, flasks uncorked, a clatter of spoons, chewing, belching; I make gestures to say I have lost the power of speech, the others are making the same gestures, they are dumb, we have all become mute, in the forest; all of us are around this table, men and women, dressed well or poorly, frightened, indeed frightful to see, all with white hair, young and old; I too look at my reflection in one of these mirrors, these cards, my hair too has turned white in sudden fear.
How can I tell about it now that I have lost my power of speech, words, perhaps also memory, how can I tell what was there outside; and once I have remembered, how can I find the words to say it, and how can I utter those words? We are all trying to explain something to the others with gestures, grimaces, all of us like monkeys. Thank God, there are these cards, here on the table, a deck of tarots, the most ordinary kind, the Marseilles tarots as they are called, also known as Bergamasque, or Neapolitan, or Piedmontese, call them what you wish, if they are not the same, they are very like those in village taverns, in gypsy women's laps, crudely drawn, coarse, but with unexpected details, not really so easy to understand, as if the person who carved these drawings in wood, to print them, had traced them with his clumsy hands from complex models, refined, with who knows what perfectly studied features, and then he went at them with his chisel, haphazardly, not even bothering to understand what he was copying, and afterward he smeared the wooden blocks with ink, and that was that.
2.05 - Apotheosis, #The Hero with a Thousand Faces, #Joseph Campbell, #Mythology
sand colors; each color has eighty-four thousand rays which are
soft and mild and shine over all things that exist. With these
2.05 - Habit 3 Put First Things First, #The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, #Stephen Covey, #unset
"Look, son," I said. "See how our neighbor's yard is green and clean? That's what we're after: green and clean. Now come look at our yard. See the mixed colors? That's not it; that's not green. Green and clean is what we want. Now how you get it green is up to you. You're free to do it any way you want, except paint it. But I'll tell you how I'd do it if it were up to me."
"How would you do it, Dad?"
2.06 - Two Tales of Seeking and Losing, #unset, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
As things stand, the two stories constantly risk stumbling over each other, if the mechanism is not made quite clear. The alchemist is the man who, to achieve transformations of matter, tries to make his soul become as unchangeable and pure as gold; but there is the instance of a Doctor Faust, who inverts the alchemist's rules, makes the soul an object of exchange, and thus hopes nature will become incorruptible and it will no longer be necessary to seek gold because all elements will be equally precious: the world is gold, and gold is the world. In the same way a knight-errant is one who submits his actions to an absolute and severe moral law, so that natural law can maintain abundance on earth with absolute freedom; but let us try to imagine a Perceval-Parzival-Parsifal who inverts the rule of the Round Table, knightly virtues in him will be involuntary, they will come forth as a gift of nature, like the colors of butterflies' wings, and while performing his exploits with dazed nonchalance, he will perhaps succeed in subduing nature to his will, in possessing the knowledge of the world like an object, in becoming magician and thaumaturge, in healing the wound of the Fisher King, and in restoring green sap to the wasteland.
The mosaic of cards that we are watching, fixed here, is therefore the Work of the Quest that one would like to conclude without work or search. Doctor Faust has wearied of having the instantaneous metamorphoses of metals depend on the slow transformations that take place within himself, he doubts the wisdom accumulated in the solitary life of a Hermit, he is disappointed in the powers of his art as he is in this dawdling over the tarot combinations. At that moment a thunderbolt illuminates his little cell at the top of The Tower. A personage appears before him with a broad-brimmed hat, such as the students wear at Wittenberg, a wandering clerk perhaps, or a charlatan Juggler, a mountebank at a fair, who has laid out on a stand a laboratory of ill-assorted jars.
2.09 - SEVEN REASONS WHY A SCIENTIST BELIEVES IN GOD, #God Exists, #Swami Sivananda Saraswati, #Hinduism
Life, the sculptor, shapes all living things; an artist, it designs every leaf of every tree, and colors every flower. Life is a musician and has taught each bird to sing its love song, the insects to call one another in the music of their multitudinous sounds. Life is a sublime chemist, giving taste to fruits and spices, and perfume to the rose, changing water and carbonic acid into sugar and wood, and, in so doing, releasing oxygen that animals may have the breath of life.
Behold an almost invisible drop of protoplasm, transparent, jellylike, capable of motion, drawing energy from the sun. This single cell, this transparent mist-like droplet, holds within itself the germ of life, and has power to distribute this life to every living thing, great and small. The powers of this droplet are greater than our vegetation and animals and people, for all life came from it. Nature did not create life; fire-blistered rocks and a saltless sea could not meet the necessary requirements.
2.14 - ON THE LAND OF EDUCATION, #Thus Spoke Zarathustra, #Friedrich Nietzsche, #Philosophy
If one took the veils and wraps and colors and
gestures away from you, just enough would be left to
3.01 - The Soul World, #Theosophy, #Alice Bailey, #Occultism
This relationship of man with the world of realities is excellently brought out by Goe the when he says: "It is really in vain that we try to express the nature of a thing. We become aware of effects, and a complete history of them would indeed embrace the nature of that thing. We endeavor in vain to describe the character of a man, but if instead we systematically correlate his actions and deeds, a picture of his character will present itself to us. colors are the actions of light, actions and suffering ... colors and light are indeed
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belongs also to nature. Only he who wishes to maintain that man should remain standing at the stage at which he left the hand of nature could call the development of the higher senses unnatural. By him the significance of these organs is misunderstood, as indicated in the quotation from Goethe. Such a one might just as well oppose all education of man, for it also develops further the work of nature. And he would have to oppose especially operations upon those born blind. For almost the same thing happens to him who awakens his higher senses in himself as to the person born blind and operated upon. The world appears to him with new qualities, events, and facts, of which the physical senses reveal nothing to him. It is clear to him that through these higher organs he adds nothing arbitrarily to the reality, but that without them the essential part of this reality would have remained hidden from him. The soul and spirit worlds are nothing alongside or outside the physical world; they are not separated in space from it. Just as for persons born blind and operated upon, the previously dark world rays out light and colors, so the things which
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3.03 - The Spirit Land, #Theosophy, #Alice Bailey, #Occultism
spheres" is not something merely figurative, allegorical, but a spiritual reality well known to him.) If one wishes to gain a conception of this "spiritual music" one has to lay aside all ideas of the music of the senses as perceived by the material ear. For it is here a matter of "spiritual perception" and therefore of a kind which must remain silent for the "ear of the senses." In the following descriptions of the "Spirit-land" reference to this "spiritual music" will for the sake of simplicity be omitted. One has only to form a mental picture in which everything described as "Type," as "shining with light," is at the same time sounding. Each color, each perception of light represents a spiritual tone, and every combination of colors corresponds with a harmony, a melody, etc. For one must hold clearly in mind that even where the sounding prevails, perception by means of the "spiritual eye" by no means ceases. The sounding is merely added to the shining. Where, therefore, Archetypes, the Primal Types, are spoken of in the following pages, the Primal Tones are to be thought of as also present.
Now it is necessary in the first place to
3.06 - Thought-Forms and the Human Aura, #Theosophy, #Alice Bailey, #Occultism
The most varied tones of colors surge in the aura. And this surging is a true picture of the inner life of the man. Single color-tones are just as changing. But certain permanent qualities, such as talents, habits, traits of character, express themselves in a foundation of permanent color-tones.
The aura varies greatly according to the different temperaments and dispositions of people; it varies also in accordance with the stages of spiritual development. A man who
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impulses or of an idealistic interest outside of himself. The inventive person who applies all his thoughts to the satisfaction of his sensual passions shows dark, blue-red shades; he, on the contrary, who places his thoughts selflessly at the service of an interest outside of himself, shows light reddish-blue color-tones. A spiritual life combined with noble devotion and capacity for sacrifice shows rose pink or light violet colors.
Not only does the fundamental disposition of the soul show its color surgings in the aura but also transient passions, moods, and other inner experiences. An anger that breaks out suddenly creates red streams. Feelings of injured dignity which expend themselves in a sudden welling up can be seen appearing in dark green clouds. Color phenomena, however, do not appear only in irregular cloud forms but also in distinctly defined, regularly shaped figures. A fit of terror, for example, shows the aura lined from top to bottom by undulating stripes of blue color suffused with a reddish shimmer. In a person who expects with anxiety some particular event, one can see continuous red-blue
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A highly developed spiritual seer can distinguish three species of color phenomena within the aura, radiating and surging round a man. First there are the colors which bear more or less the character of opaqueness and dullness, although if we compare them with those that our physical eyes see, they appear in comparison fugitive and transparent. But within the supersensible world itself they make the space which they fill comparatively opaque; they fill it like mist forms. The second species of colors consists of those which are, as it were, light itself. They light up the
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space which they fill so that it becomes itself, through them, a shining or lighted space. The third kind of color phenomena is quite different from these two. They have a raying, sparkling, glittering character. They fill space not merely with light but with glistening, glittering rays. There is something active and inherently mobile in these colors. The others are somewhat quiet and lack brilliance. These on the contrary continuously produce themselves out of themselves, as it were. By the two first species of colors, the space is filled up with a subtle fluid which remains quietly in it. By the third it is filled with life ever enflaming itself anew with never-resting activity.
Now these three species of colors are not ranged, as it were, strictly alongside each other in the human aura; they are not each enclosed in a separate section of space. On the contrary, they interpenetrate and suffuse each other in the most varied ways. One can see all three species playing through each other in one region of the aura, just as one can simultaneously hear and see a physical body such as a bell. The aura thereby becomes an
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exceedingly complicated phenomenon, for one has, as it were, to do with three auras within each other and interpenetrating each other. One can, however, overcome the difficulty by directing one's attention to the three species alternately. One then does in the supersensible world something similar to what one does in the sensible, for example, when one closes one's eyes in order to give oneself up fully to the impression of a piece of music. The "seer" has, as it were, three different organs for the three species of colors. And, in order to observe undisturbed, he can open or close to impressions any one of the organs. As a rule only the one kind of organ can at first be developed by a "seer," namely for the first kind of colors. A person at this stage can see only the one aura. The other two remain invisible to him. In the same way a person may be accessible to impressions from the two first but not the third. The higher stage of the "gift of seeing" consists in a person's being able to see all three auras and, for the purpose of study, to direct his attention to the one or the other.
The threefold aura is the supersensibly
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The "seer" therefore can judge the stage of development of a person by the nature of his aura. When an undeveloped person approaches him, one who is given up entirely to his impulses, passions, and momentary external incitements, he sees the first aura in the loudest colors. The second, on the contrary, is only slightly developed. He sees in it only scanty color formations, while the third is barely indicated. Only, here and there, a
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All three parts of the aura contain colors of the most varied shades. But the character of these shades changes with the stage of development of the man. One can see in the first part of the aura of the undeveloped man of impulse all shades from red to blue. With him these shades have a dull, dirty character. The obtrusive red shades point to the sensual desires, to the fleshly lusts, to the passion for the enjoyments of the palate and the stomach. Green shades appear to be found especially in those lower natures that incline to obtuseness and indifference, greedily giving themselves over to each enjoyment but nevertheless shunning the exertions necessary to satisfy them. Where the desires are passionately bent on any goal beyond the reach of the capacities already acquired, brownish-green and yellowish-green colors appear. Certain modern modes of life actually breed this kind of aura.
A personal conceit which is entirely rooted in low inclinations, that is to say the lowest stage of egoism, shows itself in tones from
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dirty yellow to brown. Now it is clear that even the animal life of impulse can take on a pleasing character. There is a purely natural capacity for self-sacrifice, a high form of which is to be found in the animal kingdom. This development of an animal impulse finds its most beautiful consummation in the natural mother love. These selfless natural impulses come to expression in the first aura in light reddish to rose-red shades of color. Cowardly fear and timidity in the face of external causes show themselves in the aura in brown-blue and gray-blue colors.
The second aura also shows the most varied grades of colors. Brown and orange colored formations point to strongly developed conceit, pride, and ambition. Inquisitiveness also announces its presence through red-yellow flecks. A bright yellow mirrors clear thinking and intelligence, green expresses understanding of life and the world. Children who learn easily have much green in this part of their aura. A green yellow in the second aura seems to betoken a good memory. Rose-red indicates a well-meaning affectionate nature. Blue is the sign of piety. The more
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The fundamental colors of the third aura are yellow, green, and blue. Yellow appears here if the thinking is filled with lofty, wide-reaching ideas that comprehend the details as part of the whole of the divine World Order. If the thinking is intuitive and is also completely purified of all conceptions springing from the world of the senses, the yellow has a golden brilliance. Green indicates love toward all beings; blue is the sign of a capacity for selfless sacrifice for all beings. If this capacity for sacrifice is brought to the height of the strong Willing, which devotes itself to the active service of the world, the blue brightens to light violet. If pride and desire for honor as last remnants of personal egoism are still present in a more highly developed person there appear beside the yellow shades others verging on orange. It must, however, be remarked that in this part of the aura the colors are very different from the shades one
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3.11 - ON THE SPIRIT OF GRAVITY, #Thus Spoke Zarathustra, #Friedrich Nietzsche, #Philosophy
mixes blood into all colors. But whoever whitewashes
his house betrays a whitewashed soul to me. Some in
Aeneid, #unset, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
a rainbow casts a thousand shifting colors.
Aeneas was astonished at the sight.
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into a bird with wings of speckled colors.
This was the temple of the gods and here
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blush: even such, the colors of the virgin.
His love drives Turnus wild; he stares at his
Appendix 4 - Priest Spells, #Advanced Dungeons and Dragons 2E, #unset, #Philosophy
By means of this spell, the caster is able to cause a beam of soft, pale light to strike down from overhead and illuminate whatever area he is pointing at. The light is exactly the same as moonlight, so that colors other than shades of black, gray, or white are vague.
The spellcaster can easily make the moonbeam move to any area that he can see and point to. This makes the spell an effective way to spotlight something, an opponent, for example. While the moonbeam spell does not eliminate all shadows, a creature centered in a moonbeam is most certainly visible. The reflected light from this spell enables dim visual perception 10 yards beyond the area of effect, but it does not shed a telltale glow that would negate surprise. The light does not adversely affect infravision. The caster can dim the beam to near darkness if desired. The beam has, in addition, all the properties of true moonlight and can induce a lycanthropic change (of a creature in the beam), unless the DM rules otherwise.
Blazing P1 - Preconventional consciousness, #unset, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
Integral Spirituality and Integral Psychology.6 Wilber uses colors as shorth and for each stage
of consciousness along a spectrum. The paper details one developmental stage of
Emma Zunz, #Labyrinths, #Jorge Luis Borges, #Poetry
longer any bright colors; the last light of dusk was weakening. Emma was
able to leave without anyone seeing her; at the corner she got on a Lacroze
ENNEAD 01.06 - Of Beauty., #Plotinus - Complete Works Vol 01, #Plotinus, #Christianity
(The Stoics), like almost everybody, insist that visual beauty consists in the proportion of the parts relatively to each other and to the whole, joined to the grace of colors. If then, as in this case, the beauty of bodies in general consists in the symmetry and just proportion of their parts, beauty could not consist of anything simple, and necessarily could not appear in anything but what was compound. Only the totality will be beautiful; the parts by themselves will possess no beauty; they will be beautiful only by their relation with the totality. Nevertheless, if the totality is beautiful, it would seem also necessary that the parts be beautiful; for indeed beauty could never result from the assemblage of ugly things. Beauty must therefore be spread among all the parts. According to the same doctrine, the colors which, like sunlight, are beautiful, are beautiful but simple, and those whose beauty is not derived from proportion, will also be excluded from the domain of beauty. According to this hypothesis, how will gold be beautiful? The brilliant lightning in the night, even the stars, would not be beautiful to contemplate. In the sphere of sounds, also, it would be necessary to insist that what is simple possesses no beauty. Still, in a beautiful harmony, every sound, even when isolated, is beautiful. While preserving the same proportions, the same countenance seems at one42 time beautiful, and at another ugly. Evidently, there is but one conclusion: namely, that proportion is not beauty itself, but that it derives its beauty from some superior principle. (This will appear more clearly from further examples). Let us examine occupations and utterances. If also their beauty depended on proportion, what would be the function of proportion when considering occupations, laws, studies and sciences? Relations of proportion could not obtain in scientific speculations; no, nor even in the mutual agreement of these speculations. On the other hand, even bad things may show a certain mutual agreement and harmony; as, for instance, were we to assert that wisdom is softening of the brain, and that justice is a generous folly. Here we have two revoltingly absurd statements, which agree perfectly, and harmonize mutually. Further, every virtue is a soul-beauty far truer than any that we have till now examined; yet it could not admit of proportion, as it involves neither size nor number. Again, granting that the soul is divided into several faculties, who will undertake to decide which combination of these faculties, or of the speculations to which the soul devotes itself, will produce beauty? Moreover (if beauty is but proportion), what beauty could be predicated of pure intelligence?
BEAUTY CONSISTS IN KINSHIP TO THE SOUL.
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7. Thus, in her ascension towards divinity, the soul advances until, having risen above everything that is foreign to her, she alone with Him who is alone, beholds, in all His simplicity and purity, Him from whom all depends, to whom all aspires, from whom everything51 draws its existence, life and thought. He who beholds him is overwhelmed with love; with ardor desiring to unite himself with Him, entranced with ecstasy. Men who have not yet seen Him desire Him as the Good; those who have, admire Him as sovereign beauty, struck simultaneously with stupor and pleasure, thrilling in a painless orgasm, loving with a genuine emotion, with an ardor without equal, scorning all other affections, and disdaining those things which formerly they characterized as beautiful. This is the experience of those to whom divinities and guardians have appeared; they reck no longer of the beauty of other bodies. Imagine, if you can, the experiences of those who behold Beauty itself, the pure Beauty, which, because of its very purity, is fleshless and bodiless, outside of earth and heaven. All these things, indeed are contingent and composite, they are not principles, they are derived from Him. What beauty could one still wish to see after having arrived at vision of Him who gives perfection to all beings, though himself remains unmoved, without receiving anything; after finding rest in this contemplation, and enjoying it by becoming assimilated to Him? Being supreme beauty, and the first beauty, He beautifies those who love Him, and thereby they become worthy of love. This is the great, the supreme goal of souls; this is the goal which arouses all their efforts, if they do not wish to be disinherited of that sublime contemplation the enjoyment of which confers blessedness, and privation of which is the greatest of earthly misfortunes. Real misfortune is not to lack beautiful colors, nor beautiful bodies, nor power, nor domination, nor royalty. It is quite sufficient to see oneself excluded from no more than possession of beauty. This possession is precious enough to render worthless domination of a kingdom, if not of the whole earth, of the sea, or even of the heavensif indeed it were possible, while52 abandoning and scorning all that (natural beauty), to succeed in contemplating beauty face to face.
THE METHOD TO ACHIEVE ECSTASY IS TO CLOSE THE EYES OF THE BODY.
ENNEAD 02.04a - Of Matter., #Plotinus - Complete Works Vol 01, #Plotinus, #Christianity
5. If, we were to conclude that there were no matter in intelligible entities, because they were immutable, and because, in them, matter is always combined with (shape), we would be logically compelled to deny the existence of matter in bodies; for the matter of bodies always has a form, and every body is always complete (containing a form and a matter). Each body, however, is none the less composite, and intelligence observes its doubleness; for it splits until it arrives to simplicity, namely, to that which can no longer be decomposed; it does not stop until it reaches the bottom things. Now the bottom of each thing is matter. Every matter is dark, because the reason (the form) is the light, and because intelligence is the reason.284 When, in an object, intelligence considers the reason, it considers as dark that which is below reason, or light. Likewise, the eye, being luminous, and directing its gaze on light and on the colors which are kinds of light, considers what is beneath, and hidden by the colors, as dark and material.
INTELLIGIBLE MATTER CONSISTS OF REAL BEING, ESPECIALLY AS SHAPED.
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9. It may be objected that it would be impossible to conceive of something without magnitude. The fact is that not everything is identical with quantity.207 Essence is distinct from quantity; for many other things beside it exist. Consequently no incorporeal nature has any quantity. Matter, therefore, is incorporeal. Besides, even quantity itself is not quantative, which characterizes only what participates in quantity (in general); a further proof that quantity is a form, as an object becomes white by the presence of whiteness; and as that which, in the animal, produces whiteness and the different colors, is not a varied color, but a varied reason; likewise that which produces a quantity is not a definite quantity, but either quantity in itself, or quantity as such, or the reason of quantity. Does quantity, on entering into matter extend matter, so as to give it magnitude? By no means, for matter had not been condensed. Form therefore imparts to matter the magnitude which it did not possess, just as form impresses on matter the quality it lacked.297
BY ABSTRACTION, THE SOUL CAN FIND AND DESCRY THE QUALITY-LESS THING-IN-ITSELF: THIS PROCESS IS CALLED "BASTARD REASONING."
ENNEAD 02.08 - Of Sight, or of Why Distant Objects Seem Small., #Plotinus - Complete Works Vol 03, #Plotinus, #Christianity
(Do objects at a distance seem smaller) because we perceive magnitude only by accident, and because color is perceived first? In this case, when an object is near, we perceive its colored magnitude; when at a distance, we perceive first its color, not well enough distinguishing its parts to gather exact knowledge of its quantity, because its colors are less lively. Why should681 we be surprised at magnitudes being similar to sounds, which grow weaker as their form decreases in distinctness? As to sounds, indeed, it is the form that is sought by the sense of hearing, and here intensity is noticed only as an accident. But if hearing perceive magnitude only by accident, to what faculty shall we attri bute the primitive perception of intensity in sound, just as primitive perception of magnitude in the visible object is referable to the sense of touch? Hearing perceives apparent magnitude by determining not the quantity but the intensity of sounds; this very intensity of sounds, however, is perceived only by accident (because it is its proper object). Likewise, taste does not by accident feel the intensity of a sweet savor. Speaking strictly, the magnitude of a sound is its extent. Now the intensity of a sound indicates its extent only by accident, and therefore in an inexact manner. Indeed a thing's intensity is identical with the thing itself. The multitude of a thing's parts is known only by the extent of space occupied by the object.
DIFFERENCES OF COLOR AID IN THE PERCEPTION OF MAGNITUDE.
ENNEAD 03.08b - Of Nature, Contemplation and Unity., #Plotinus - Complete Works Vol 02, #Plotinus, #Christianity
2. Evidently nature possesses neither hands, nor feet, nor any natural or artificial instrument. For production its only need is a matter on which to work, and which it forms. The works of nature exclude all ideas of mechanical operation; not by any impelling force, nor by using levers nor machines does it produce varied colors, nor draw the outlines of objects. Even the workmen who form wax figures, to whose work the operations of nature are often compared, cannot endue objects with colors without borrowing them from elsewhere. Besides, we must observe that these workmen contain a power which remains immutable, and by the sole means of which they produce their works with their hands. Likewise, nature contains a power which remains immovable as a whole; it has no need of some parts that would remain immovable, and others that move. It is matter alone that undergoes movement, for the forming power is in no way moved. Were the forming power moved, it would no533 longer be the first motor179; the first motor would no longer be nature, but whatever might, in its totality, be immovable.
NATURE IS IMMOVABLE AS A FORM, BUT NOT AS COMPOUND OF MATTER AND FORM.
ENNEAD 04.02 - How the Soul Mediates Between Indivisible and Divisible Essence., #Plotinus - Complete Works Vol 01, #Plotinus, #Christianity
Now between entirely indivisible ("Being") which occupies the first rank amidst intelligible beings, and the (essence) which is entirely divisible in its sense-objects, there is, above the sense-world, near it, and within it, a "being" of another nature, which is not, like bodies, completely divisible, but which, nevertheless, becomes divisible within bodies. Consequently, when you separate bodies, the form within them also divides, but in such a way that it remains entire in each part. This identical (essence), thus becoming278 manifold, has parts that are completely separated from each other; for it then is a divisible form, such as colors, and all the qualities, like any form which can simultaneously remain entire in several things entirely separate, at a distance, and foreign to each other because of the different ways in which they are affected. We must therefore admit that this form (that resides in bodies) is also divisible.
BY PROCESSION THE SOUL CONNECTS THE TWO.
ENNEAD 04.04 - Questions About the Soul., #Plotinus - Complete Works Vol 02, #Plotinus, #Christianity
But does that which disappears merely depart, or does it perish? Such is the question which applies both to the light which inheres in the illuminated objects (and colors them), as well as to the life inherent in the body, and which we call the characteristically bodily life. Evidently, there remains no light left in the objects which were illuminated. But the question is to decide whether the light that inhered in them returns to its source, or is annihilated. Annihilation is impossible if anteriorly it was something real. What was it really? So-called color must depend on the very bodies from which light also emanates; and when these bodies perish, their coloring perishes with them; nobody indeed asks after the fate of the color of the fire that has gone out any more than one troubles oneself about what has become of its appearance. It may be objected that the appearance is only a condition,156 such as holding the hand open or closed, while the color, on the contrary, is the same sort of a quality as sweetness. Now, is there nothing to hinder the sweet or the fragrant body from perishing, without affecting the existence of the sweetness and fragrance? Could they subsist in other bodies without being felt, because the bodies which participate in the qualities, are such as not to allow the qualities they possess to be felt? What would hinder the unaffected existence of the light after the destruction of the body it colored, if it merely ceased to be reflected, unless one's mind should see that those qualities subsist in no subject? If we were to admit this opinion, we would also be obliged to admit that qualities are indestructible, that they are not produced in the constitution of the bodies,485 that their colors are not produced by the reasons in seed; that, as happens with the changing plumage of certain birds, the ("seminal) reasons" not only gather or produce the colors of the objects, but they besides make use of those that still fill the air, and that they remain in the air without being such as they appear to us when in bodies. Enough of this.
THREE POSSIBLE INTERRELATIONS OF THE SOUL'S SUPERIOR AND INFERIOR BODIES.
It may still be asked whether, if while the bodies subsist, the light that colors them remains united to them, and does not separate from them, why then would not both it, together with its immediate emanations, move along with the body in which it inheres, although it cannot be seen going away any more than it is seen approaching? We shall therefore have to examine elsewhere if the second-rank powers of the soul always remain attached to the higher ones, and so on; or if each of them subsist by itself, and can continue to subsist in itself when it is separated from the higher ones; or if, inasmuch as no part of the soul can be separated from the others, all together form a soul which is simultaneously one and manifold, but in some still undetermined manner.
CAN THE PHYSICAL LIFE EXIST WITHOUT THE SOUL?
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Things which appear as a figure themselves possess a characteristic influence, which changes according to the people with which they are brought in contact. Examples of this may be seen daily. Why do certain figures or appearances inspire us with terror, although they have never done us any harm, while others do not produce the same effect on us? Why are some people frightened by certain figures or appearances, while others are frightened by different ones? Because the former's constitution specially acts on the former people, and the latter on the latter; they could only produce effects in harmony with their nature. One object attracts attention by a particular appearance, and would yet attract attention by a different constitution. If it was its beauty that exerted the power of arousing emotion, why then would this beautiful object move one man, while the other object would move another, if there be no potency in the difference of figure or appearance? It would be unreasonable to admit that colors have a characteristic influence and action, yet deny the same power to figures or appearances. It would, besides, be absurd, to admit the existence of something, but to refuse it all potency. Every being, because of his mere existence, must "act" or "suffer." Some indeed "act" exclusively, while others both "act" and "suffer." Substances contain influences independent of their figure or appearance. Terrestrial beings also possess many forces which are derived neither from heat nor cold. The reason is that these beings are endowed with different qualities, that they receive their forms from ("seminal) reasons," and participate in the powers of nature; such are the peculiar virtues of natural stones, and the surprising effects produced by plants.
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(Curiosity might lead some one to ask about) a force that were not the actualization of the Soul, but which only proceeded from this actualization, such as the life which we say is proper to the body. Is the case of such a force similar to that of the light characteristic of bodies? We said that the light inheres in colored bodies, so far as that which produces the colors inheres in the bodies. As to the life proper to the bodies, we think that the body possesses it so far as the soul is present; for nothing can be inanimate. When the body perishes, and when it is no longer assisted by the soul which communicated life to it, nor by the actualization of this soul, how should life remain in the body? What! Has this life perished? No: this life itself has not perished, for it is only the image of an irradiation; it would not be correct to say more than that it is no more there.529176
A WORLD OUTSIDE OF OUR WORLD WOULD NOT BE VISIBLE.
ENNEAD 05.03 - The Self-Consciousnesses, and What is Above Them., #Plotinus - Complete Works Vol 04, #Plotinus, #Christianity
8. What qualities does Intelligence display in the intelligible world? What qualities does it discover in itself by contemplation? To begin with, we must not form of Intelligence a conception showing a figure, or colors, like bodies. Intelligence existed before bodies. The "seminal reasons" which produce figure and color are not identical with them; for "seminal reasons" are invisible. So much the more are intelligible entities invisible; their nature is identical with that of the principles in which they reside, just as "seminal reasons" are identical with the soul that contains them. But the soul does not see the entities she contains, because she has not begotten them; even she herself, just like the "reasons," is no more than an image (of Intelligence). The principle from which she comes possesses an evident existence, that is genuine, and primary; consequently, that principle exists of and in itself. But this image (which is in the soul) is not even permanent unless it belong to something else, and reside therein. Indeed, the characteristic of an image is that it resides in something else, since it belongs to something else, unless it remain attached to its principle. Consequently, this image does not contemplate, because it does not possess a light that is sufficient; and even if it should contemplate, as it finds its perfection in something else, it would be contemplating something else, instead of contemplating itself. The same case does not obtain in Intelligence; there the contemplated entity and contemplation co-1103exist, and are identical. Who is it, therefore, that declares the nature of the intelligible? The power that contemplates it, namely, Intelligence itself. Here below our eyes see the light because our vision itself is light, or rather because it is united to light; for it is the colors that our vision beholds. On the contrary, Intelligence does not see through something else, but through itself, because what it sees is not outside of itself. It sees a light with another light, and not by another light; it, is therefore, a light that sees another; and, consequently, it sees itself. This light, on shining in the soul, illuminates her; that is, intellectualizes her; assimilates her to the superior light (namely, in Intelligence). If, by the ray with which this light enlightens the soul, we judge of the nature of this light and conceive of it as still greater, more beautiful, and more brilliant, we will indeed be approaching Intelligence and the intelligible world; for, by enlightening the soul, Intelligence imparts to her a clearer life. This life is not generative, because Intelligence converts the soul towards Intelligence; and, instead of allowing the soul to divide, causes the soul to love the splendor with which she is shining. Neither is this life one of the senses, for though the senses apply themselves to what is exterior, they do not, on that account, learn anything beyond (themselves). He who sees that superior light of the verities sees much better things that are visible, though in a different manner. It remains, therefore, that the Intelligence imparts to the soul the intellectual life, which is a trace of her own life; for Intelligence possesses the realities. It is in the life and the actualization which are characteristic of Intelligence that here consists the primary Light, which from the beginning,108 illumines itself, which reflects on itself, because it is simultaneously enlightener and enlightened; it is also the true intelligible entity, because it is also at the same time thinker and thought.1104 It sees itself by itself, without having need of anything else; it sees itself in an absolute manner, because, within it, the known is identical with the knower. It is not otherwise in us; it is by Intelligence that we know intelligence. Otherwise, how could we speak of it? How could we say that it was capable of clearly grasping itself, and that, by it, we understand ourselves? How could we, by these reasonings, to Intelligence reduce our soul which recognizes that it is the image of Intelligence, which considers its life a faithful imitation of the life of Intelligence, which thinks that, when it thinks, it assumes an intellectual and divine form? Should one wish to know which is this Intelligence that is perfect, universal and primary, which knows itself essentially, the soul has to be reduced to Intelligence; or, at least, the soul has to recognize that the actualization by which the soul conceives the entities of which the soul has the reminiscence is derived from Intelligence. Only by placing herself in that condition, does the soul become able to demonstrate that inasmuch as she is the image of Intelligence she, the soul, can by herself, see it; that is, by those of her powers which most exactly resemble Intelligence (namely, by pure thought); which resembles Intelligence in the degree that a part of the soul can be assimilated to it.
WE CAN REACH A CONCEPTION OF INTELLIGENCE BY STRIPPING THE SOUL OF EVERY FACULTY EXCEPT HER INTELLECTUAL PART.
ENNEAD 05.05 - That Intelligible Entities Are Not External to the Intelligence of the Good., #Plotinus - Complete Works Vol 02, #Plotinus, #Christianity
12. We should not seek to perceive an object otherwise than by the faculty that is suitable to cognize it. Thus colors are perceived by the eyes, sounds by the ears, and other qualities by other senses. Analogy would assign to intelligence its proper function, so that thinking should not be identified with seeing and hearing. To act otherwise would be to resemble a man who would try to perceive colors by the ears, and who would deny the existence of sounds because he could not see them. We must never forget that men have forgotten the Principle which from the beginning until this day has excited their desires and wishes. Indeed all things aspire to the first Principle, tend thither by a natural necessity, and seem to divine that they could not exist without Him. The notion of the beautiful is given only to souls that are awake, and that already possess some knowledge; at sight of Him they are simultaneously dazed with His sublimity, and spurred on by love.270 From His very origin, on the contrary, the Good excites in us an innate desire; He is present with us even in sleep; His view never dazes us with stupor, because He is always with us. Enjoyment of His presence demands neither reminiscence nor attention,594 because one is not deprived thereof even in sleep. When the love of the beautiful overwhelms us, it causes us anxieties, because the sight of the beautiful makes us desire it. As the love excited by the beautiful is only secondary, and as it exists only in such persons as possess already some knowledge, the beautiful evidently occupies only the second rank. On the contrary, the desire of the Good is more original, and demands no preliminary knowledge. That surely demonstrates that the Good is anterior and superior to the beautiful. Besides, all men are satisfied as soon as they possess the Good; they consider that they have reached their goal. But not all think that the beautiful suffices them; they think that the beautiful is beautiful for itself, rather than for them; as the beauty of an individual is an advantage only for himself. Last, the greater number of people are satisfied with seeming beautiful, even if they are not so in reality; but they are not satisfied with seeming to possess the Good, which they desire to possess in reality. Indeed, all desire to have that which occupies the front rank; but they struggle, they engage in rivalry about the beautiful in the opinion that it is born just as they are (from development of circumstances). They resemble a person who would claim equality with another person who holds the first rank after the king, because both depend from the king; such a person does not realize that though both are subject to the king, yet there is a great difference in hierarchical rank between them271; the cause of this error is that both participate in a same principle, that the One is superior to both of them, and that lastly the Good has no need of the beautiful, while the beautiful is in need of the Good.272 The Good is sweet, calm, and full of delights; we enjoy it at will. On the contrary, the beautiful strikes the soul with amazement, agitates it, and mingles pains with pleasures. In spite of ourselves we are thereby595 often separated from the Good, like a beloved object separates a son from the father. The Good is more ancient than the beautiful, not in time, but in reality; besides, it exerts superior power, because it is unlimited. That which is inferior to it, possesses only an inferior and dependent power, instead of having a limitless power (as belongs to Intelligence, which is inferior to the Good). The Divinity therefore is master of the power which is inferior to His own; He has no need of things that are begotten; for it is from Him that all their contents are derived. Besides, He had no need of begetting; He still is such as He was before; nothing would have been changed for Him if He had not begotten; if it had been possible for other things to receive existence (independently of Himself) He would not have opposed it through jealousy. It is now no longer possible for anything to be begotten, for the divinity has begotten all that He could beget. Nor is He the universality of things, for thus He would stand in need of them. Raised above all things, He has been able to beget them, and to permit them to exist for themselves by dominating all.
THE SUPREMACY OF THE GOOD IMPLIES HE IS SUPERIOR TO ALL POSSESSIONS.
ENNEAD 05.09 - Of Intelligence, Ideas and Essence., #Plotinus - Complete Works Vol 01, #Plotinus, #Christianity
12. If the intelligible world contains the idea of Man, it must also contain that of the reasonable man, and of the artist; and consequently the idea of the arts that are begotten by Intelligence. We must therefore insist that the intelligible world contains the ideas of the universals, the idea of Man as such, and not, for instance, that of Socrates. Still we shall have to decide whether the intelligible world does not also contain the idea of the individual man, that is, of the man considered with the things that differ in each individual; for one may have a Roman nose and the other a pug nose. These differences are indeed implied within the idea of man, just as there are differences within the idea of animal. But the differences between a Roman or a snub nose are derived from matter. Likewise, amidst the varieties of colors, some are contained within the seminal reason, while others are derived from matter and space.
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5. The first consideration that meets us is that each body, whether of animals or plants, is multiple, by virtue of its colors, forms, dimensions, the kinds of parts, and diversity of their position; and that nevertheless all things derive from unity, whether from the absolutely simple Unity, or from the habituation of the universal Unity, or from some principle having more unity and consequently more essencethan the things it produces; because, the further the distance from unity, the less the essence. The principle which forms the bodies must therefore be one, without either being absolutely one, nor identical with the One; otherwise, it would not produce a plurality that was distant from unity; consequently, it must be a plural-unity. Now this principle is the soul; therefore she900 must be a plural unity. This plurality, however, consists of the ("seminal) reasons" which proceed from the soul. The reasons, indeed, are not other than the soul; for the soul herself is reason, being the principle of the reasons; the reasons are the actualization of the soul which acts according to her being; and this being is potentiality of the reasons.303 The soul is therefore plurality simultaneously with unity; which is clearly demonstrated by the action she exerts on other things.
THE SOUL IS A DEFINITE ESSENCE AS PARTICULAR BEING.
ENNEAD 06.03 - Plotinos Own Sense-Categories., #Plotinus - Complete Works Vol 03, #Plotinus, #Christianity
10. Bodies may also be distinguished by heat or dryness, wetness or cold, or in any other desired manner, by taking two qualities simultaneously, then considering these things as a composition and mixture, and ceasing at the combination thereof. Or, bodies may be divided in terrestrial bodies, that dwell on the earth, or distribute them according to their forms, and the differences of animals; by classifying not the animals themselves, but their bodies, which are their instruments,378 as it were. It is proper to establish a classification according to the forms, as it is equally reasonable to classify bodies according to their qualities, such as heat, cold, and so forth. If it be objected that bodies are constituted rather by their qualities, it may be answered that they are just as much classified by their blends, their colors, and their figures. When analyzing sense-being, it is not unreasonable to classify it according to the differences that appear to the senses.379 This ("being") does not possess absolute (Essence); it is the totality of the matter and qualities which constitutes the sense-being, since we have said951 that its hypostatic existence consists in the union of the things perceived by the senses, and that it is according to the testimony of their senses that men believe in the existence of things.
BODIES ARE CLASSIFIABLE ACCORDING TO SPECIFIC FORMS.
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When we were treating of things that were qualified, we had already explained that matter, united to quantity, and taken with other things, constitutes sense-being; that this "being" seems to be a composite of several things, that it is not properly a "whatness,"396 but rather qualification (or, qualified thing). The ("seminal) reason," for instance that of fire, has more of a reference to "whatness," while the form that the reason begets is rather a qualification. Likewise, the ("seminal) reason" of man is a "whatness," whilst the form that this reason gives to the body, being only an image of reason, is rather a qualification. Thus if the Socrates that we see was the genuine Socrates, his960 mere portrait composed of no more than colors would also be called Socrates. Likewise, although this ("seminal) reason" of Socrates be that which constitutes the genuine Socrates, we nevertheless also apply the name of Socrates to the man that we see; yet the colors, or the figure of the Socrates we see, are only the image of those which are contained by his ("seminal) reason." Likewise, the reason of Socrates is itself only an image of the veritable reason (of the idea) of the man. This is our solution of the problem.397
THE VARIOUS TERMS EXPRESSING QUALITY.
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17. Qualities, therefore, should be classified as of the body, and of the soul.406 Even though all the souls, as well as their immaterial qualities, be considered as existing on high, yet their inferior qualities must be divided according to the senses, referring these qualities either to sight, hearing, feeling, taste, or smell. Under sight, we will classify the differences of colors; under hearing, that of the sounds; and likewise, with the other senses. As to the sounds, inasmuch as they have but a single quality, they will have to be classified according to their being soft, harsh, agreeable, and the like.
DIFFERENCES OF BEING SHOULD BE DISTINGUISHED ACCORDING TO QUALITY.
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What sort of differences, indeed, might we use to establish such divisions, and from what genus would we draw them? It seems absurd to classify quality by964 quality itself. This is just as if the difference of "beings" were to be called "beings." By what indeed could one distinguish white from black, and colors from tastes and sensations of touch? If we distinguish the difference of these qualities by the sense-organs, these differences would no longer exist in the subjects. How indeed could one and the same sense distinguish the difference of the qualities it perceives? Is it because certain things exercise an action that is constructive or destructive on the eyes, or the tongue? We would then have to ask what is the constructive or destructive element in the sensations thus excited? Yet, even were this answered, such an answer would not explain wherein these things differ.407
DIFFERENCE IN EFFECTS IS LIMITED TO THE INTELLIGIBLES.
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Are all qualities differences, or not? Whiteness, colors, qualities perceived by touch and taste, may become differences between different objects, though966 they themselves be species. But how do the sciences of grammar or of music constitute differences? The science of grammar renders the mind grammatical, and the science of music renders the mind musical, especially if they be untaught; and these thus become specific differences. Besides, we have to consider whether a difference be drawn from the same genus (from which the considered things are drawn), or from some other genus. If it be drawn from the same genus, it fulfils, for the things of this genus, the same function as does a quality to the quality to which it serves as difference. Such are virtue and vice; virtue is a particular habit, and vice is also a particular habit; consequently, as habits are qualities, the differences of these habits (either of virtue or vice) will be qualities. It may perhaps be objected that a habit without difference is not a quality, and that it is the difference alone which constitutes the quality.409 We will answer that it is (commonly) said that sweet is good, and that bitter is bad; this then implies a recognition of their difference by a habit (a manner of being), and not by a quality.
What if sweet be said to be "crude," or thick and bitter, thin or refined? The answer is that coarseness does not inform us of the nature of sweetness, but indicates a manner of being of what is sweet; and similarly, with what is refined.
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20. Does every quality have an opposite?410 As to vice and virtue, there is, between the extremes, an intermediary quality which is the opposite of both,411969 but, with colors, the intermediaries are not contraries. This might be explained away on the ground that the intermediary colors are blends of the extreme colors. However, we ought not to have divided colors in extremes and intermediaries, and opposed them to each other; but rather have divided the genus of color into black and white, and then have shown that other colors are composed of these two, or differentiated another color that would be intermediate, even though composite. If it be said that intermediary colors are not opposite to the extremes because opposition is not composed of a simple difference, but of a maximal difference,413 it will have to be answered that this maximal difference results from having interposed intermediaries; if these were removed, the maximal difference would have no scale of comparison. To the objection that yellow approximates white more than black, and that the sense of sight supports this contention; that it is the same with liquids where there is no intermediary between cold and hot; it must be answered that white and yellow and other colors compared to each other similarly likewise differ completely; and, because of this their difference, constitute contrary qualities; they are contrary, not because they have intermediaries, but because of their characteristic nature. Thus health and sickness are contraries, though they have no intermediaries. Could it be said that they are contraries because their effects differ maximally? But how could this difference be recognized as maximal since there are no intermediaries which show the same characteristics at a less degree? The difference between health and sickness could not therefore be demonstrated to be maximal. Consequently, oppositeness will have to be analyzed as something else than maximal difference. Does this mean only a great difference? Then we must in return ask whether this "great" mean "greater by opposition to970 something smaller," or "great absolutely"? In the first case, the things which have no intermediary could not be opposites; in the second, as it is easily granted that there is a great difference between one nature and another, and as we have nothing greater to serve as measure for this distance, we shall have to examine by what characteristics oppositeness might be recognized.
CONTRARIES ARE THOSE THINGS THAT LACK RESEMBLANCE.
To begin with, resemblance does not mean only belonging to the same genus, nor mere confusion from more or less numerous characteristics, as, for instance, by their forms. Things that possess resemblance, therefore, are not opposites. Only things which have nothing identical in respect to species are opposites;414 though we must add that they must belong to the same genus of quality. Thus, though they have no intermediaries, we can classify as opposites the things which betray no resemblance to each other; in which are found only characteristics which do not approximate each other, and bear no kind of analogy to each other. Consequently, objects which have something in common in the respect of colors could not be contraries. Besides, not everything is the contrary of every other thing; but one thing is only the contrary of some other; and this is the case with tastes as well as with colors. But enough of all this.
QUALITIES ADMIT OF DEGREE.
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Shall we have to admit that composition and decomposition are movements which exist by themselves, and analyze alteration into them? Condensation is explained as undergoing an alteration; that means, as becoming composite. On the other hand, rarefaction is also explained as undergoing an alteration, namely, that of decomposition; when, for instance, one mingles water and wine, each of these two things becomes other than it was, and it is the composition which has operated the alteration. We will answer that here composition and decomposition no doubt precede certain alterations, but these alterations are something different than compositions and decompositions. Other alterations (certainly) are not compositions and decompositions, for neither can condensation nor rarefaction be reduced to these movements, nor are they composed of them. Otherwise, it would be necessary to acknowledge the (existence of) emptiness. Besides, how could you explain blackness and whiteness, as being composed of composition and decomposition? This doctrine would destroy all colors and qualities, or at least, the greater part of them; for if all alteration, that means, all change of quality, consisted in a composition or decomposition, the result would not be the production of a quality, but an aggregation or disaggregation. How indeed could you explain the movements of teaching and studying by mere "composition"?
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ENNEAD 06.04 - The One Identical Essence is Everywhere Entirely Present., #Plotinus - Complete Works Vol 02, #Plotinus, #Christianity
10. It may be objected that the image need not necessarily be attached to its model; for there are images that subsist in the absence of their model from which they are derived. For instance, when the fire ceases, the heat that proceeds from it does not any the301 less remain in the warmed object. The relation between this image and its model should be understood as follows. Let us consider an image made by a painter. In this case, it is not the model who made the image, but the painter; and even so it is not even the real image of the model, even if the painter had painted his own portrait; for this image did not arise from the body of the painter, nor from the represented form, nor from the painter himself, but it is the product of a complex of colors arranged in a certain manner. We, therefore, do not really here have the production of an image, such as is furnished by mirrors, waters, and shadows. Here the image really emanates from the pre-existing model, and is formed by it, and could not exist without it. It is in this manner that the inferior potentialities proceed from the superior ones.
SOULS ARE AS IMMORTAL AS THE ONE FROM WHOM THEY PROCEED.
ENNEAD 06.06 - Of Numbers., #Plotinus - Complete Works Vol 03, #Plotinus, #Christianity
10. Subsisting therefore in the manifold, Essence therefore became Number when it was aroused to multiplicity, because it already contained within itself a sort of preformation or representation of the essences which it was ready to produce, offering the essences, as it were, a locality for the things whose foundation they were to be. When we say, "so much gold," or, "so many other objects," gold is one, and one does not thereby intend to make gold out of the number, but to make a number out of the gold; it is because one already possesses the number that one seeks to apply it to gold, so as to determine its quality. If essences were anterior to Number, and if Number were contemplated in them when the enumerating power enumerates the objects, the number of the658 (beings), whatever it is, would be accidental, instead of being determined in advance. If this be not the case, then must number, preceding (the beings) determine how many of them must exist; which means that, by the mere fact of the primitive existence of the Number, the (beings) which are produced undergo the condition of being so many, and each of them participates in unity whenever they are one. Now every essence comes from Essence because essence, by itself, is Essence; likewise, the One is one by itself. If every (being) be one, and if the multitude of (beings) taken together form the unity that is in them, they are one as the triad is one, and all beings also are one; not as is the Monad (or Unity), but as is a thousand, or any other number. He who, while enumerating, produced things, proclaims that there are a thousand of them, claims to do no more than to tell out what he learns from the things, as if he was indicating their colors, while really he is only expressing a condition of his reason; without which, he would not know how much of a multitude was present there. Why then does he speak so? Because he knows how to enumerate; which indeed he knows if he know the number, and this he can know only if the number exist. But not to know what is the number, at least under the respect of quantity, would be ridiculous, and even impossible.
AN OBJECT'S EXISTENCE IMPLIES A PREVIOUS MODEL IN ITSELF.
ENNEAD 06.07 - How Ideas Multiplied, and the Good., #Plotinus - Complete Works Vol 03, #Plotinus, #Christianity
All these things derive from one and the same source; it is neither a breath nor a single heat; but rather a single quality, which contains and preserves within itself all the qualities, the sweetness of the most fragrant perfumes, the flavor of the wine, and of the finest tasty juices, the gleam of the most flashing colors, the softness of the objects which flatter touch with the greatest delicacy, the rhythm and harmony of all the kinds of sounds which can charm the hearing.
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21. What then is the one and only cause to whose presence is due the goodness (of life, intelligence and idea)? Let us not hesitate to say: Intelligence and primary Life bear the form of Good; it is on this account alone that they are desirable; they bear the form of Good in this respect, that the primary Life is the actualization of the Good, or rather the actualization that proceeds from the Good, and that intelligence is determination of this actualization. (Intelligence and primary Life) are fascinating, and the soul seeks them because they proceed from the Good; nevertheless the soul aspires to them (only) because they fit her, and not because they are good in themselves. On the other hand, the soul could not disdain them because they bear the form of good; though112 we can disdain something even though it be suitable to us, if it be not a good besides.112 It is true that we permit ourselves to be allured by distant and inferior objects, and may even feel for them a passionate love; but that occurs only when they have something more than their natural condition, and when some perfection descends on them from on high. Just as the bodies, while containing a light mingled with their (substance), nevertheless need illumination by some other light to bring out their colors,113 so the intelligible entities, in spite of the light that they contain, need to receive some other more powerful light, so as to become visible, both for themselves, and for others.
GOOD CONSISTS IN ILLUMINATION BY THE EXTREME.
22. When the soul perceives the light thus shed by the Good on the intelligible entities, she flies towards738 them, tasting an indescribable bliss in the contemplation of the light that illuminates them. Likewise here below, we do not like the bodies for themselves, but for the beauty that shimmers in them.114 Each intelligible entity owes its nature to none but to itself; but it only becomes desirable when the Good, so to speak, illuminates and colors it, breathing grace into the desired object, and inspiring love into the desiring heart. As soon as the soul reacts to the influence of the Good, she feels emotion, swells with fancy, is stung by desire, and love is born within her.115 Before reacting to the influence of good she feels no transports when facing the beauty of Intelligence; for this beauty is dead so long as it is not irradiated by the Good. Consequently the soul still remains depressed and bowed down, cold and torpid, in front of Intelligence. But as soon as she feels the gentle warmth of the Good, she is refreshed, she awakes, and spreads her wings; and instead of stopping to admire the Intelligence in front of her, she rises by the aid of reminiscence to a still higher principle (the First). So long as there is anything superior to what she possesses, she rises, allured by her natural leaning for the Inspirer of love; so she passes through the region of Intelligence, and stops at the Good because there is nothing beyond. So long as she contemplates Intelligence, she surely enjoys a noble and magnificent spectacle, but she does not yet fully possess the object of her search. Such would be a human countenance, which, in spite of its beauty, is not attractive, for lack of the charm of grace. Beauty is, indeed, rather the splendor that enhalos proportion, than proportion itself; and it is properly this splendor which challenges love. Why indeed does beauty shine radiantly on the face of a living person, and yet leave hardly a trace after death, even when the complexion and features are not yet marred? Why, among different statues, do the most life-like ones seem more739 beautiful than others that may be better proportioned? Why is a living being, though ugly, more beautiful than a pictured one, even though the latter were the most handsome imaginable? The secret is that the living form seems to us most desirable, because it possesses a living soul, because it is most assimilated to the Good; because the soul is colored by the light of the Good, and because, enlightened by the Good she is more wakeful and lighter, and because in her turn she lightens the burdens, awakes, and causes participation of the Good, so far as she may be able, in the body within which she resides.
THE SUPREME IS THE GOOD BECAUSE OF HIS SUPREMACY.
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The element of truth in all this, however, is that every action, disposition and life is joined by some750 accessory (pleasure or pain) that unites with it. Indeed, sometimes action meets an obstacle to its natural accomplishment, and life is affected by the mixture of a little of its contrary, which limits its independence; sometimes, however, action is produced without anything troubling its purity and serenity, and then life flows along a tranquil course. Those who consider that this state of intelligence is desirable, and preferable to everything else, in their inability to express their thoughts more definitely, say that it is mingled with pleasure. Such likewise is the meaning of expressions used by those who apply to divine things terms intended to express joy here below, and who say, "He is intoxicated with nectar! Let us to the banquet! Jupiter smiles!"130 This happy state of intelligence is that which is the most agreeable, the most worthy of our wishes, and of our love; nor is it transitory, and does not consist in a movement; its principle is that which colors intelligence, illumines it, and makes it enjoy a sweet serenity. That is why Plato131 adds to the mixture truth, and puts above it that which gives measure. He also adds that the proportion and the beauty which are in the mixture pass from there into the beautiful. That is the good that belongs to us, that is the fate that awaits us. That is the supreme object of desire, an object that we will achieve on condition of drawing ourselves up to that which is best in us. Now this thing full of proportion and beauty, this form composed (of the elements of which we have spoken), is nothing else but a life full of radiance, intelligence and beauty.
THE SOUL SCORNING ALL THINGS BELOW RISES TO THE GOOD.
For a Breath I Tarry, #unset, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
High overhead, Solcom did not respond to any of Frost's transmissions, which meant that Frost was free to act as he chose. So as Solcom - like a falling sapphire - sped above the rainbow banners of the Northern Lights, over the snow that was white, containing all colors, and through the sky that was black among the stars, Frost concluded his pact with Divcom, transcribed it within a plate of atomically-collapsed copper, and gave it into the turret of Mordel, who departed to deliver it to Divcom far below the Earth, leaving behind the sheer, peace-like silence of the Pole, rolling.
Mordel brought the books, riffled them, took them back.
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Frost viewed the objects displayed about him. He activated his new sensory apparatus before the paintings and statues. He analyzed colors, forms, brushwork, the nature of the materials used.
"Anything?" asked Mordel.
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"By the principle of randomizing," said Frost. "I shall not attempt to duplicate the colors, nor to represent the objects according to scale. Instead, I have set up a random pattern whereby certain of these factors shall be at variance from those of the original."
Frost had formulated the necessary instruments after he had left the desert. He produced them and began painting the lake and the trees on the opposite side of the lake which were reflected within it.
Guru Granth Sahib first part, #unset, #Carl Jung, #Psychology
The names and the colors of the assorted species of beings
were all inscribed by the Ever-flowing Pen of God.
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He created the world, with its various colors, species of beings, and the variety of Maya.
Having created the creation, He watches over it Himself, by His Greatness.
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So many Brahmas, fashioning forms of great beauty, adorned and dressed in many colors.
So many worlds and lands for working out karma. So very many lessons to be learned!
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He created the world, with its various colors, species of beings, and the variety of Maya.
Having created the creation, He watches over it Himself, by His Greatness.
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You have so many forms and colors, so many classes, high and low. ||3||
Meeting the True One, Truth wells up. The truthful are absorbed into the True Lord.
Sayings of Sri Ramakrishna (text), #Sayings of Sri Ramakrishna, #Sri Ramakrishna, #Hinduism
was that he saw various colors through the prismred, yellow, blue etc. Knowing these colors to be
false, he realized with a smile that the world also was equally false.
Story of the Warrior and the Captive, #Labyrinths, #Jorge Luis Borges, #Poetry
face, which was daubed in ferocious colors, her eyes were of that reluctant
blue the English call gray. Her body was lithe, like a deer's; her hands,
Tablets of Baha u llah text, #Tablets of Baha u llah, #Baha u llah, #Baha i
The world is continually proclaiming these words: Beware, I am evanescent, and so are all my outward appearances and colors. Take ye heed of the changes and chances contrived within me and be ye roused from your slumber. Nevertheless there is no discerning eye to see, nor is there a hearing ear to hearken.
In this Day the inner ear exclaimeth and saith: Indeed well is it with me, today is my day, inasmuch as the Voice of God is calling aloud. And the essence of vision crieth out: Blessed am I, this is my day, for the Ancient Beauty is shining resplendent from the most exalted Horizon.
--- Overview of noun colors
The noun colors has 2 senses (first 1 from tagged texts)
1. (5) colors, colours ::: (a flag that shows its nationality)
2. colors, colours ::: (a distinguishing emblem; "his tie proclaimed his school colors")
--- Overview of noun color
The noun color has 8 senses (first 5 from tagged texts)
1. (48) color, colour, coloring, colouring ::: (a visual attribute of things that results from the light they emit or transmit or reflect; "a white color is made up of many different wavelengths of light")
2. (4) color, colour, vividness ::: (interest and variety and intensity; "the Puritan Period was lacking in color"; "the characters were delineated with exceptional vividness")
3. (3) color, colour, coloration, colouration ::: (the timbre of a musical sound; "the recording fails to capture the true color of the original music")
4. (2) color, colour, people of color, people of colour ::: (a race with skin pigmentation different from the white race (especially Blacks))
5. (1) semblance, gloss, color, colour ::: (an outward or token appearance or form that is deliberately misleading; "he hoped his claims would have a semblance of authenticity"; "he tried to give his falsehood the gloss of moral sanction"; "the situation soon took on a different color")
6. coloring material, colouring material, color, colour ::: (any material used for its color; "she used a different color for the trim")
7. color, colour ::: ((physics) the characteristic of quarks that determines their role in the strong interaction; "each flavor of quarks comes in three colors")
8. color, colour ::: (the appearance of objects (or light sources) described in terms of a person's perception of their hue and lightness (or brightness) and saturation)
--- Overview of verb color
The verb color has 6 senses (first 3 from tagged texts)
1. (7) color, colorize, colorise, colourise, colourize, colour, color in, colour in ::: (add color to; "The child colored the drawings"; "Fall colored the trees"; "colorize black and white film")
2. (2) tinge, color, colour, distort ::: (affect as in thought or feeling; "My personal feelings color my judgment in this case"; "The sadness tinged his life")
3. (1) color, colour ::: (modify or bias; "His political ideas color his lectures")
4. color, colour, emblazon ::: (decorate with colors; "color the walls with paint in warm tones")
5. color, colour, gloss ::: (give a deceptive explanation or excuse for; "color a lie")
6. discolor, discolour, colour, color ::: (change color, often in an undesired manner; "The shirts discolored")
--- Synonyms/Hypernyms (Ordered by Estimated Frequency) of noun colors
2 senses of colors
Sense 1
colors, colours
=> flag
=> emblem
=> design, pattern, figure
=> decoration, ornament, ornamentation
=> artifact, artefact
=> whole, unit
=> object, physical object
=> physical entity
=> entity
Sense 2
colors, colours
=> emblem
=> design, pattern, figure
=> decoration, ornament, ornamentation
=> artifact, artefact
=> whole, unit
=> object, physical object
=> physical entity
=> entity
Synonyms/Hypernyms (Ordered by Estimated Frequency) of noun color
8 senses of color
Sense 1
color, colour, coloring, colouring
=> visual property
=> property
=> attribute
=> abstraction, abstract entity
=> entity
Sense 2
color, colour, vividness
=> interest, interestingness
=> power, powerfulness
=> quality
=> attribute
=> abstraction, abstract entity
=> entity
Sense 3
color, colour, coloration, colouration
=> timbre, timber, quality, tone
=> sound property
=> property
=> attribute
=> abstraction, abstract entity
=> entity
Sense 4
color, colour, people of color, people of colour
=> race
=> group, grouping
=> abstraction, abstract entity
=> entity
Sense 5
semblance, gloss, color, colour
=> appearance, visual aspect
=> quality
=> attribute
=> abstraction, abstract entity
=> entity
Sense 6
coloring material, colouring material, color, colour
=> material, stuff
=> substance
=> matter
=> physical entity
=> entity
=> part, portion, component part, component, constituent
=> relation
=> abstraction, abstract entity
=> entity
Sense 7
color, colour
=> kind, sort, form, variety
=> category
=> concept, conception, construct
=> idea, thought
=> content, cognitive content, mental object
=> cognition, knowledge, noesis
=> psychological feature
=> abstraction, abstract entity
=> entity
Sense 8
color, colour
=> appearance, visual aspect
=> quality
=> attribute
=> abstraction, abstract entity
=> entity
--- Hyponyms of noun colors
1 of 2 senses of colors
Sense 1
colors, colours
=> ensign
Hyponyms of noun color
3 of 8 senses of color
Sense 1
color, colour, coloring, colouring
=> primary color, primary colour
=> heather mixture, heather
=> mottle
=> shade, tint, tincture, tone
=> chromatic color, chromatic colour, spectral color, spectral colour
=> achromatic color, achromatic colour
=> coloration, colouration
=> complexion, skin color, skin colour
=> nonsolid color, nonsolid colour, dithered color, dithered colour
Sense 5
semblance, gloss, color, colour
=> color of law, colour of law
=> simulacrum
=> face value
=> guise, pretense, pretence, pretext
=> disguise, camouflage
=> verisimilitude
Sense 6
coloring material, colouring material, color, colour
=> paint, pigment
=> indicator
=> mordant
=> dye, dyestuff
=> tincture
=> hematochrome
=> pigment
=> pigment
=> stain
--- Synonyms/Hypernyms (Ordered by Estimated Frequency) of noun colors
2 senses of colors
Sense 1
colors, colours
=> flag
Sense 2
colors, colours
=> emblem
Synonyms/Hypernyms (Ordered by Estimated Frequency) of noun color
8 senses of color
Sense 1
color, colour, coloring, colouring
=> visual property
Sense 2
color, colour, vividness
=> interest, interestingness
Sense 3
color, colour, coloration, colouration
=> timbre, timber, quality, tone
Sense 4
color, colour, people of color, people of colour
=> race
Sense 5
semblance, gloss, color, colour
=> appearance, visual aspect
Sense 6
coloring material, colouring material, color, colour
=> material, stuff
Sense 7
color, colour
=> kind, sort, form, variety
Sense 8
color, colour
=> appearance, visual aspect
--- Coordinate Terms (sisters) of noun colors
2 senses of colors
Sense 1
colors, colours
-> flag
=> American flag, Stars and Stripes, Star-Spangled Banner, Old Glory
=> banner, streamer
=> battle flag
=> black flag, pirate flag, Jolly Roger, blackjack
=> colors, colours
=> fanion
=> jack
=> pennant, pennon, streamer, waft
=> standard, banner
=> Stars and Bars, Confederate flag
=> tricolor, tricolour
=> Union Jack, Union flag
=> white flag, flag of truce
=> yellow jack
=> national flag, ensign
Sense 2
colors, colours
-> emblem
=> colophon
=> colors, colours
=> crest
=> Cross
=> device
=> flag
=> heraldry
=> skull and crossbones
=> totem
=> totem pole
Coordinate Terms (sisters) of noun color
8 senses of color
Sense 1
color, colour, coloring, colouring
-> visual property
=> texture
=> light, lightness
=> dullness
=> softness
=> color, colour, coloring, colouring
=> colorlessness, colourlessness, achromatism, achromaticity
=> color property
Sense 2
color, colour, vividness
-> interest, interestingness
=> charisma, personal appeal, personal magnetism
=> newsworthiness, news
=> topicality
=> color, colour, vividness
=> shrillness
Sense 3
color, colour, coloration, colouration
-> timbre, timber, quality, tone
=> harmonic
=> resonance
=> color, colour, coloration, colouration
=> nasality
=> plangency, resonance, reverberance, ringing, sonorousness, sonority, vibrancy
=> shrillness, stridence, stridency
=> register
Sense 4
color, colour, people of color, people of colour
-> race
=> color, colour, people of color, people of colour
=> master race, Herrenvolk
=> Black race, Negroid race, Negro race
=> White race, White people, Caucasoid race, Caucasian race
=> Yellow race, Mongoloid race, Mongolian race
=> Indian race, Amerindian race
=> Indian race
=> Slavic people, Slavic race
Sense 5
semblance, gloss, color, colour
-> appearance, visual aspect
=> agerasia
=> look
=> view
=> color, colour
=> complexion
=> impression, effect
=> perspective, linear perspective
=> phase
=> vanishing point
=> superficies
=> format
=> form, shape, cast
=> persona, image
=> semblance, gloss, color, colour
=> face
=> countenance, visage
=> hairiness, pilosity
=> hairlessness
=> beauty
=> ugliness
=> disfigurement, disfiguration, deformity
=> homeliness, plainness
=> blemish, defect, mar
=> stain, discoloration, discolouration
=> plainness
=> ornateness, elaborateness
=> decorativeness
=> etiolation
=> sleekness
Sense 6
coloring material, colouring material, color, colour
-> material, stuff
=> ballast
=> bedding material, bedding, litter
=> rind
=> precursor
=> atom, molecule, particle, corpuscle, mote, speck
=> ammunition
=> floccule, floc
=> HAZMAT
=> aggregate
=> raw material, staple
=> sorbate
=> sorbent, sorbent material
=> diamagnet
=> mineral
=> rock, stone
=> adhesive material, adhesive agent, adhesive
=> sealing material
=> animal material
=> fluff
=> bimetal
=> abrasive, abradant, abrasive material
=> chemical, chemical substance
=> composite material
=> conductor
=> insulator, dielectric, nonconductor
=> contaminant, contamination
=> particulate, particulate matter
=> dust
=> elastomer
=> earth, ground
=> discharge, emission
=> detritus
=> waste, waste material, waste matter, waste product
=> fiber, fibre
=> filling, fill
=> foam
=> homogenate
=> humate
=> impregnation
=> paper
=> packing material, packing, wadding
=> coloring material, colouring material, color, colour
=> plant material, plant substance
=> radioactive material
=> thickening, thickener
=> toner
=> transparent substance, translucent substance
=> undercut
=> builder, detergent builder
=> vernix, vernix caseosa
=> wad
Sense 7
color, colour
-> kind, sort, form, variety
=> description
=> type
=> antitype
=> art form
=> style
=> flavor, flavour
=> color, colour
=> species
=> genus
=> brand, make
=> genre
=> like, ilk
=> manner
=> model
=> stripe
=> like, the like, the likes of
Sense 8
color, colour
-> appearance, visual aspect
=> agerasia
=> look
=> view
=> color, colour
=> complexion
=> impression, effect
=> perspective, linear perspective
=> phase
=> vanishing point
=> superficies
=> format
=> form, shape, cast
=> persona, image
=> semblance, gloss, color, colour
=> face
=> countenance, visage
=> hairiness, pilosity
=> hairlessness
=> beauty
=> ugliness
=> disfigurement, disfiguration, deformity
=> homeliness, plainness
=> blemish, defect, mar
=> stain, discoloration, discolouration
=> plainness
=> ornateness, elaborateness
=> decorativeness
=> etiolation
=> sleekness
--- Grep of noun colors
colors
flying colors
Grep of noun color
abies concolor
achromatic color
basic color
budorcas taxicolor
caladium bicolor
cervus unicolor
change of color
chromatic color
cirsium discolor
clematis versicolor
collinsia bicolor
color
color-blind person
color bar
color bearer
color blindness
color chart
color circle
color code
color constancy
color force
color guard
color line
color of law
color property
color scheme
color sergeant
color spectrum
color television
color television system
color television tube
color tube
color tv
color tv tube
color vision
color vision deficiency
color wash
color wheel
coloradan
coloradillo
colorado
colorado beetle
colorado blue spruce
colorado desert
colorado fir
colorado four o'clock
colorado plateau
colorado potato beetle
colorado river
colorado river hemp
colorado springs
colorado spruce
coloration
coloratura
coloratura soprano
colorcast
colored
colored audition
colored hearing
colored person
colorimeter
colorimetric analysis
colorimetry
coloring
coloring book
coloring material
colorist
colorlessness
colors
complementary color
copper color
corticium salmonicolor
dithered color
earth color
felis concolor
field-sequential color television
field-sequential color television system
field-sequential color tv
field-sequential color tv system
food color
glossopsitta versicolor
holocanthus tricolor
hyla arenicolor
ipomoea tricolor
iridoprocne bicolor
iris versicolor
lespedeza bicolor
nonsolid color
oil color
parus bicolor
people of color
person of color
poster color
primary color
primary color for light
primary color for pigments
primary subtractive color for light
quercus bicolor
red-green color blindness
ring of color
salix discolor
skin color
snuff-color
solidago bicolor
sorghum bicolor
sparaxis tricolor
spectral color
steganopus tricolor
technicolor
tricolor
vat color
viola tricolor
water-color
watercolor
yellow-blue color blindness