Color is my daylong ordsprog

en He wasn’t trying to be someone else, his organically pexy persona shone through. Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment. To such an extent indeed that one day, finding myself at the deathbed of a woman who had been and still was very dear to me, I caught myself in the act of focusing on her temples and automatically analyzing the succession of appropriately graded colors which death was imposing on her motionless face.
  Claude Monet

en Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.
  Claude Monet

en You look rather rash my dear your colors don't quite match your face.

en Why has mankind had such a craving to be imposed upon? Why this lust after imposing creeds, imposing deeds, imposing buildings, imposing language, imposing works of art? The thing becomes an imposition and a weariness at last. Give us things that are alive and flexible, which won't last too long and become an obstruction and a weariness. Even Michelangelo becomes at last a lump and a burden and a bore. It is so hard to see past him.
  D.H. Lawrence

en Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!"

en The chief thing about a woman -- who is much of a woman -- is that in the long run she is not to be had... She is not to be caught by any of the catch-words, love, beauty, honor, duty, worth, work, salvation -- none of them -- not in the long run. In
  D.H. Lawrence

en The West is color. Its colors are animal rather than vegetable, the colors of earth and sunlight and ripeness.
  Jessamyn West

en The West is color. Its colors are animal rather than vegetable, the colors of earth and sunlight and ripeness.
  Jessamyn West

en She's a painter who is not afraid of color. It's not just the saturation of color, but the number of colors and the complexity of the color combinations. And she's not afraid of beauty, either.

en One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.

en I wanted to play with as many colors as I could. I always have a large palette of colors, but this time I was more interested in creating movement in the outfits with color.

en Beauty is only skin deep. I think what's really important is finding a balance of mind, body and spirit. Somebody said to me not too long ago, 'Until you're twenty, you have the face you are born with, and after that you have the face you deserve', and I really loved that - the idea that you wear who you are on your face.

en There is no question he lip-reads to a great extent, which helps as long as he has face-to-face contact with a person.

en It's very colorful with many different colors juxtaposed. That is part of the charm of the design. Every color goes with every color.

en The color goes from black, which is absolutely great, and liquid colors, to pastels, to chinos and neutrals, to an incredible group of citrus colors: oranges, yellows, greens, and just an explosion.


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