Quotes about Colors
They sent the robe of many colors to their father and said, “We found this. Examine it to see whether it is your son’s robe or not.”
- Genesis 37:32
Everyone who had blue, purple, or scarlet yarn, or fine linen, goat hair, ram skins dyed red, or articles of fine leather, brought them.
- Exodus 35:23
He made the veil of blue, purple, and crimson yarn and fine linen, with cherubim woven into it.
- 2 Chronicles 3:14
and tell them that this is what the Lord GOD says: ‘A great eagle with great wings and long pinions, full of feathers of many colors, came to Lebanon and took away the top of the cedar.
- Ezekiel 17:3
Although I have the colors, only the Lord can mix them with such harmony.
- Paulo Coelho
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
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
Inevitably, whoever designs our website is more concerned with colors, images, and "feel" than they are with the words we are using.
- Donald Miller
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
The sweeter the more lethal, Squire. Oh you do occasionally find one who flies her true colors. It's even refreshing in a way. A bitch to the teeth, fair field and no favor. Dried scrotums strung on a cord hanging from the footboard. But these other ones. The shy smile and the downturned eyes. Jesus. Spare me. What has happened to our cavalier, John?
- Cormac McCarthy
I cannot pretend to feel impartial about the colours. I rejoice with the brilliant ones, and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.
- Winston Churchill
There was a silence. The evening darkened in the room. Noiselessly and with silver feet the shadows crept in from the garden. The colours faded wearily out of things.
- Oscar Wilde