Colorful Quotes

“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 okay 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!”
― John Mayer

“And like a colorful bloom of temporary lights in the sky, you will shine.”
― Chad Sugg

“The most colorful thing in the world is black and white, it contains all colors and at the same time excludes all.”
― Vikrmn, 10 Alone

“I don’t know what else to do, so I’m asking You to give me a solution.”
― Sophia R. Tyler, The Friendly Mouse

“But when I heard that you were feeling the same way, I wanted to do something to help you.”
― Sophia R. Tyler, The Friendly Mouse

“Be uniquely you. Stand out. Shine. Be colorful. The world needs your prismatic soul!”
― Amy Leigh Mercree

“Walking through darkness with thoughts full of colors".”
― Prajakta Mhadnak

“I wanted to do for you what you did for me...” “What an answer to prayer!”
― Sophia R. Tyler, The Friendly Mouse

“I knew a girl and she felt like art.
Sometimes colorful, sometimes dull,
Sometimes with bright, hopeful eyes,
Sometimes only black and white,
But she was always a piece of exquisite art.”
― Melanie Sargsian, Lovember: A Collection of Short Love Stories

“The more clouds you have in your sky, the more colorful sunset it will be.”
― Sajal Sazzad

“without your colors, my world would always be like night, it would be so much colder, so dark and colorless...i'd be living in a black and white picture where all the flowers have closed up”
― Bodhi Smith, Bodhi Smith Impressionist Photography

“falling into the mist
through colorful trees
on wings of love

becoming a part
of colors ablaze
in autumn's leaves

holding each color
with floating kisses
on sighs of feathers”
― Bodhi Smith, Bodhi Smith Impressionist Photography

“The green earth is a symbol of hope.
Walk on it like you are going somewhere, even when you are going nowhere.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“God is here on Earth to accept our offering of fragrant colorful blossoms.”
― Mukesh Kwatra

“The most colorful thing in the world is black and white; it contains all colors and at the same time excludes all.”
― Vikrmn: CA Vikram Verma, The most colorful thing in the world is BLACK and WHITE. It contains all colors and at the same time excludes all.

“Embrace your unique form, let your eccentricity spill over, and in doing so, illuminate the canvas of life with the radiant glow of your wonderfully weird essence. For it is in this celebration of oddities that we find the true masterpiece—the art of shining in our beautifully, artistically weird light.”
― An Marke

“For a country to be a colourful country, it must have different people! The way to have different people is to have a society of independent-minded individuals who think differently; otherwise, it would appear as a monotonous mob of people who are extremely colourless, boring, and look alike like a log.”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Madison always said Aunt Jo's house was as colorful as a box of crayons. She wasn't kidding; every room was a different color. The living room was a bright, warm shade of peach, the hall yellow, and the dining room green. Added in was a colorful assortment of chairs, pillows, and rugs. It really was like a box of crayons.”
― Karen Hawkins, The Secret Recipe of Ella Dove

“Walking around Spoleto is like stepping into an old Italian advertisement bursting with color. Little cafés dot the streets and are already filing up. The shops and houses are all painted with faded versions of sunset hues--- hazy blue, orangey salmon, marigold, and dusty pinks. They all have large rounded black-and-blue shutters and equally archlike stone entrances where large wooden doors are nestled. Streetlamps jut out from the sides of buildings with misty, globe-shaped balls attached to twirling wrought iron.”
― Ali Rosen, Recipe for Second Chances

“Her imagination arranged the oatcakes, rissoles and dumplings into a still life, and even with complimentary lighting, it was a rather cheerless composition. She found herself wanting to add a single satsuma to the canvas to give it a splash of color and a contrast of texture, a pomegranate, an aubergine, or even a humble tomato. But that wasn't English cooking, was it? She looked at the pile of letters. "We are not a country that cooks in primary colors," she said aloud, experimentally, testing the words as her mouth formed them. How pleasurable it would be to write about a ratatouille made from sweet end-of-summer tomatoes, apricot-colored chanterelles fried in butter with flecks of bright green parsley, or red mullet grilled over vine prunings and served with spoonfuls of golden aioli”
― Caroline Scott, Good Taste

“Talk of saffron and Phoenician trading routes had left her thinking about bouillabaisse and dipping bread into ochre-colored aioli. She saw herself standing over dishes of pork cooked with prunes, chicken flecked green with tarragon, and jewel-like pears poached in red wine.”
― Caroline Scott, Good Taste

“The plate the waiter now set before her looked like an abstract painting: vivid green shot through with bright-coral slashes.
"Taste!" he urged.
It was clearly a fish but so sweet she did not recognize it. Looking at the color, she hazarded a guess. "Salmon? Or maybe not. It doesn't taste like salmon."
Troisgros looked very pleased. "That is because it was caught just this morning in the Allier, our local river. But also because we preserve the color by slicing the fish very thinly and searing it for just a few seconds."
"So it's almost raw?" She wasn't sure about this.
"In Japan they eat their fish raw."
She took another bite; the herbal sauce flirted with bitterness. "The flavor is so green I feel I'm eating color."
"Sorrel." He gestured to the waiter, who removed the plates and then set a single small bird surrounded by sliced fruit in front of each of them. "Sarcelle aux abricots," he announced.
"Sarcelle?" Stella did not recognize the word.
"It's a freshwater duck," said Jules. "I can't remember the word in English."
"Teal," Troisgros supplied.
Stella closed her eyes and tried describing the flavor. "It tastes wild." She began to dream herself into the dish as if it were a painting, imagining a golden field in the sunshine, feeling the air rush past, hearing the sound of her own wings. Circling in a great joyous arc, she spotted a tree covered in tawny fruits, breathed their perfume in the air.
"I wanted---" the chef was watching her--- "to give you the essence of the animal. To let you taste what the duck ate on her flight through life.”
― Ruth Reichl, The Paris Novel

“Black and white is the summer and winter of colors, coinciding.”
― Vikrmn: CA Vikram Verma, The most colorful thing in the world is BLACK and WHITE. It contains all colors and at the same time excludes all.

“Deciding she'd earned a snack break, Mae moved over to the refreshments table. She slowly walked along it, taking mental inventory: a whole sliced ham, its edges dark and shiny. A colorful macaroni salad speckled with chunks of tomatoes, bell peppers, celery, and carrots in a creamy dressing. Deviled eggs loaded with filling and a healthy shake of paprika. Chunky potato salad a deep shade of golden yellow. Seeing it plucked a string in her chest. Her dad, who considered himself a potato salad connoisseur, said a sign of a good potato salad was what color it was. If it's white, it ain't right, he used to say.
She loaded her plate with a little of everything--- and an extra-large scoop of potato salad. Mae brought a forkful to her mouth, tasting a sharp zing of mustard and sweet pickle relish. It was creamy, tangy, and so much better than the pale, bland potato salad Madison's mom made every Easter.”
― Shauna Robinson, The Townsend Family Recipe for Disaster

“I think gray is a color that doesn’t know what it wants to be, so rather than assertively being something, it’s timidly nothing. I despise gray. Be a color, get a life.”
― Karen Marie Moning, The House at Watch Hill

“She was already showing the effects of our temperamental thermostat, her round, pale cheeks flushed, a delicate sweat on her hairline.
As if she sensed my thoughts, she took off her rucksack, enormous jacket, and the ocean-blue jumper underneath, revealing a brilliant yellow daffodil with a saffron heart unfurling up her forearm, and a short-sleeved forest green T-shirt that stretched across her... My eyes snapped up to her face, and my cheeks warmed.
It was the colors that made me notice her, I told myself. The blues and greens and yellows of her. Not her curves, not her peaches-and-cream skin. I hadn't looked at anyone like that in eons.
Now I saw her hazel eyes glance around, and for a moment, she looked uncertain, shy, a new girl on the first day of school. An effect that was amplified by the long chestnut-brown braid that dangled over her shoulder, flickering with bronze and copper.
I could tug it, not too hard, just enough to make her forget her nervousness.”
― Sarah Chamberlain, Love Walked In

“You know what it's like when you see a rainbow?" I said carefully, like I was walking along a narrow, high wall, resisting the urge to put my arms out for balance.
"Yeah?" she answered just as slowly.
"Like everyone stops to look at it, to appreciate it, because you can't help but take in all those colors? That's what it's been like, having you at the shop. You walk into a room and everything gets more vivid, and people can't help but feel... joyful."
My unspoken words floated in the air between us.
You make me smile. You make me laugh. When you open your mouth and say something saucy, all I can think about is the curve of your lips.”
― Sarah Chamberlain, Love Walked In

“Colorful October and me are perfect company”
― Charmaine J Forde

“October has a colorful and golden smile”
― Charmaine J Forde

“Time is precious—make room for reading, connection, and wonder.”
― Sharon Varney