No Color Quotes
All these many-coloured feelings fell... like light on a black surface, producing no change, meeting no return.
...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...
Keep it calm and watch the company you keep. It's either a red card or a green card you are holding. One guides you to go on, and the other makes you give up on scoring your goals
It's useless to paint a closed door, in order to change its color. The door needs to be open for both sides to change as same.
We are beings emanating energy of multiple colors and sounds of Light.
The black color is much deeper than to be overwhelmed by grief… Black hides everything within itself in the argument of elegance.
Ever since the other boy had arrived half way through the semester, he'd been so blue, he was practically iridescent.
To be a good writer, become a good listener.
I hasten to sleep so that I might dreamand colour my mind with a myriad of things.
...early on Monday evening, when the sky was the color of a velvet ribbon falling over the hills.
Red was ruby, green was fluorescent, yellow was simply incandescent. Color was life. Color was everything.Color, you see, was the universal sign of magic.
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.
If you don't Understand the color of Darkness and Loneliness Then you must be Blind
Black is modest and arrogant at the same time. Black is lazy and easy - but mysterious. But above all black says this: "I don’t bother you - don’t bother me".
Age had drained the color from her eyes the way darkness drains the color from everything
It's a scary world we live in when a person of color endorses a racist for president.
...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...
Love Has No Color.... No Race.... Love Is Pure And Divine But Only A Little of Us Are Able To Preserve It's Purity.... Sadly, In This Digital World, Purity Is Rare To Find In Human....
Understand: I don't ever want to be equal to any other being. I always want to be greater...in all things, in all circumstances.
The reason why many people remain on the bottom is because they play to 'not lose', as opposed to playing to win at all costs.
No one is born with equality. We all come here with varying degrees of opportunities, qualities, strengths, weaknesses, IQ, etc.
When you paint your lips, eye lids, nails or whatever, to look attractive, don't forget your up stairs(intellect) if you leave it behind, i will consider all other colors invalid.
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.
...and so many colorsI will have seen...the menacing greysand pine greensthe soft pink and purplesof springand summer blueand so many otherswithout you.
If ever you want a rainbow in your home, go to Sandwich Glass Museum, and let them put one in your heart too.
All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it.” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
AUNT SHADIE:I see you - and don't worry, you're not white.ROSE:I'm pretty sure I'm white. I'm English.AUNT SHADIE:White is blindness - it has nothing to do with the colour of your skin.
Nature awakens each day in brilliant autumn colors, making me wish the pale winter would bid adieu.
I am the inferior of any man whose rights I trample under foot. Men are not superior by reason of the accidents of race or color. They are superior who have the best heart — the best brain.
Technology is grey. More technology, less colors. We're building a world with colors only in poems.
As the saturating colors of sun-life fade from sight, the ominous moon reaches out its long arm and applies the dark dyes of night.
It is a great victory if you learn how to survive in today’s hard times
Creation is the vocal chords of God speaking each day through the colors of the sunrise, the vastness of the night sky, the teeming of life in the ocean, the majesty of the mountains.
I may be a famous writer but when white people clinch to their wallet and stare at me with scorn I need to ask my skin why.
Beneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mindmost of our colors are amazingly the same.
That's the thing with handmade items. They still have the person's mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone.
In every motions to put colors on my canvas, I feel like I am screaming, "I AM HERE"... To whom?.. To where?... Where am I going to...?
I can't understand why dark northern soldiers and light ones are seperated into different brigades. The dead are all buried together in hasty mass graves, bones touching.