Blue Quotes
Let the blue sky overhead, The green earth on which ye tread, All that must eternal be Witness the solemnity.
Painting is marvelous; it makes you happier and more patient. Afterwards you do not have black fingers as with writing, but blue and red ones.
It's true I've got no shirts to wear; It's true my butcher's bill is due; It's true my prospects all look blue - But don't let that unsettle you.
White pill, blue pill, yellow pill, purple pill; its like swallowing a rainbow every bedtime.
Some people are like blue jeans- the older and more beat up they get, the better they look.
The old cathedrals are good, but the great blue dome that hangs over everything is better.
I'm sad and blue, about nobody but you. I told you that I loved you right from the start, you told me the same and now you try to break my little heart.
So What or Kind of Blue were done in that era, the right hour, the right day. It's over; it's on the record.
Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
No bird in a cage ever speaks. What is there to say? The sky is everywhere, churning above its head, blue and endless, calling out to it. But the caged bird can't answer anything except 'I cannot'.
I have reached a state in life where I can buy a whole house full of chairs and can bump into them until they are black and blue
At the Olympics, you there to do a job. I feel you should take it seriously. You should be respectful. You are putting on the red-white-and-blue and going out there to perform for your country.
And in the city on all sides, the howling of the Hounds rose in an ear-shattering, soul-flailing crescendo. The Lord of Death had arrived, to walk the streets in the City of Blue Fire.
I want to paint sunshine and burning golden leaves and blue waters, and laughing faces.
The stallion and his mare, unbridled, with arrow-pattern, are worked on. the blue cloth before the door of religion and inspiration.
It's something that's always been there for me, that I have huge blue eyes - it's been something that people have always talked about.
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
No blue without yellow and without orange, and if you do blue, then do yellow and orange as well, surely.
With sharpen'd sight pale Antiquaries pore, Th' inscription value, but the rust adore. This the blue varnish, that the green endears; The sacred rust of twice ten hundred years.
Green clovers. Blue diamonds. Orange Stars. Pink hearts. Purple horseshoes. Man, I never know if I'm looking at a bowl of cereal or having another acid flashback.
This great blue world of ours is but a house of leaves, moments before the wind.
We don't know anything about Scottish history. All we know is that an American guy painted his face blue and somehow they won.
Indeed in my blue and white Sheffield Wednesday heart I applauded and supported his loyalty.
As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.
Besides, I've been feeling a little blue — just a pale, elusive azure. It isn't serious enough for anything darker.
Little more black, little more blue. And we'll just put that in using little crisscross strokes or - or little X's, whatever you want to call them. Whatever.
Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, and Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.
To me, the responsibility of an actor is to recreate humanity honestly. I never feel like an actor, I always look at it from a blue collar perspective.
People thought me a bit strange at first; a blond haired, blue-eyed Norwegian who sang Mexican folk songs, but I used it to my advantage and got a job. And so the music became my ticket to education.
I shall lie folded like a saint, Lapped in a scented linen sheet, On a bedstead striped with bright-blue paint, Narrow and cold and neat.
I say that in jest a little bit, but Donald Trump is a blue collar guy with a balance sheet. That's the way he likes to have fun.
It took me three weeks to write the 'Rhapsody in Blue.' I had always wanted to write something blue and Paul Whiteman inspired.
it'll be this kind of deep blue”she said. “The kind of color that somehow sucks your eyes and your ears and all your words —the color of a completely closed-in night
There are better ways we can transform this virulent hatred - by living our ideals, the Peace Corps, exchange students, teachers, exporting our music, poetry, blue jeans.
John's old Caddie had a huge engine that would qualify as a human rights violation if built today. It roared down the road, chugging gas and farting a blue cloud of dinosaur souls.
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
Sword, I name thee Brisingr! And with a sound of rushing wind the blade burst into flame, an envelope of sapphire-blue fire writhing about the razor-sharp steel.
The true function of art is to criticize, embellish and edit nature… the artist is a sort of impassioned proof-reader, blue penciling the bad spelling of God.
Too often, our minds are locked on one track. We are looking for red - so we overlook blue. Many Nobel Prizes have been washed down the drain because someone did not expect the unexpected.