No Color Quotes

[The producer told me:] "We can try one more record, and we'll see how that one does." Those records never did anything. My music never got mentioned. My color got mentioned.

You know creators, composers, need a palette for life, a color for life.

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.

I've had watermelon hair where I had pink with green tips. From the age of 13 to about 19 or 20, I never had my real hair color.

I think the fashion industry was slightly put off by people they didn't know. They were presented with things like 20-gatefold color brochures.

I love linen in soothing colors for any room in the house.

Sometimes we make our alliances not by the shape and color of our flesh but by the convictions of our heart.

A quality of justice A quantity of light A particle of mercy Makes the color of right

If you can see it, and if you know your color, you can paint it.

It would be like describing colors to someone blind from birth: The words might be understood, but the concept would remain mysterious and private.

Yeah I'm in that Tonka color of Willy Wonka!

Black absorbs all color, accepts them, takes them into it and let them define it. Gray isn't anything but itself. It absorbs nothing but itself.

Whether it's a bright shoe or a clutch or a lipstick, I've had a lot of fun using color contacts as an accessory.

A lot of black-and-white films generally have a color version that will be used for TV.

You bring the color and the life. It's a lucky man who is offered that color and life, and a wise one who values it.

As the 'critic of color,' I'm frequently asked to review Indian and Pakistani writers.

How little the color of a life jacket matters when we fall overboard. If something is important, it will be important under all circumstances. Otherwise, it's not important.

Drawing and color are by no means two different things. As you paint, you draw... When color is at its richest, form is at its fullest.

It is necessary to introduce light vibrations, represented by reds and yellows, and a sufficient amount of blues, to obtain an airy feeling.

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.

This is so lame to say in a magazine, but I just grabbed some pink wallpaper. I find it to be a very relaxing color.

I still come closest to success with drawing. When I use color the results are dubious, for these painfully gained experiences bear less fruit.

But with writers, there's nothing wrong with melancholy. It's an important color in writing.

The only thing I can say is consistent in all my paintings is vivid color.

In the women's movement, women needed men to stand up and say, 'This isn't right.' In the civil rights of the '60s, it took people of all color to demand equal rights.

Black and white are the most ravishing colors of all in film.

I like things matching. I have an upright bass, a drum kit and a grand piano that's the same color. I tend to overthink things.

When Henry Ford said, "The customer can have a car in any color as long as it's black," he was not joking.

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.

I have never figured out how women work but I do know that their skin color has no significance. Black or white, every last one is pretty pink on the inside and they are all impossible.

Before digital, I spent thirty years shooting color transparencies, which are very unforgiving of exposure. A half stop can make or break a good photo on slide film.

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?

Colored planes, by their position and size as well as by their value, express only relationships, not forms.

I've always loved to prove people wrong. I want to be able to cross color lines, because in music, there really is no barrier.

Country, blues, rock 'n' roll, these are things that anybody can sing - male, female, person of color. From wherever you are in the world, you can sing this.

Music has no borders, no race or color, no limits of country, no ethnicity. Music makes the people come together. Dance it,Dance all.

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.

Unfortunately, there's a lack of roles for women of color, so you actually have to be the engineer creating some of those roles.

Because we all come from different circumstances, our life experiences really color how we view things.

Im a little untidy, and my favorite color is gray, and Im always scurrying around in a panic.

A good soldier, like a good horse, cannot be of a bad color.

I used to experiment all the time with my hair color.

Life is a big ol' canvas. And you have every combination of colors to paint with.

All great masters, in their work, seek that profound void within color and outside time.

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.

Women think black is the most flattering color, but they're wrong. Pink adds a cosmetic-like radiance and warmth. Black drains the skin of color; pink delights the eye.

I come from a very warm island, where colors are very important, very vibrant, and obviously the color has been an influence on my work.

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.

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.

He took both of my hands, twisting to face me more fully on the flattened box beneath us, and again the colors in his irises seemed to pulse with my heartbeat.