The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.
Sunset is still my favorite color, and rainbow is second.
I am not going to stand up to show pride in a flag for a country that oppresses black people and people of color.
Hating people because of their color is wrong. And it doesn't matter which color does the hating. It's just plain wrong.
Without black, no color has any depth. But if you mix black with everything, suddenly there's shadow - no, not just shadow, but fullness. You've got to be willing to mix black into your palette if you want to create something that's real.
The whole point is to live life and be - to use all the colors in the crayon box.
In nature, light creates the color. In the picture, color creates the light.
How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
Surely the day will come when color means nothing more than the skin tone, when religion is seen uniquely as a way to speak one's soul, when birth places have the weight of a throw of the dice and all men are born free, when understanding breeds love and brotherhood.
I told you, you're my black pearl. When i first set eyes on you in the servant's hall I thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.
Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways.
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.
I dreamt of turrets and craggy ledges where the windswept rain blew in from the ocean with the odor of violets. A pale woman in Elizabethan dress stood beside my bed and whispered in my ear that the bells would ring. An old salt in an oilcloth jacket sat atop a piling, mending nets with an awl, while far out at sea a tiny aeroplane winged its way towards the setting sun.
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.
There should be no discrimination against languages people speak, skin color, or religion.
Long as I can spell G-o-d I got somebody along.
He was golden and beautiful as a sunset.
Being different gives the world color.
And like a colorful bloom of temporary lights in the sky, you will shine.
If love is blind, then maybe a blind person that loves has a greater understanding of it.
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