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Orange Quotes

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Eoin Colfer
“I feel a little dizzy," said Orion. "But also wonderfully elated. I feel that I am on the verge of finding a rhyme for the word orange."

"Oxygen deprivation," said Foaly. "Or maybe it's just him.”
Eoin Colfer, The Atlantis Complex

Suzanne Collins
“Orange? Like Effie's hair?" I say.
"A bit more muted," he says. "More like sunset.”
Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

Wendy Delsol
“I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow.”
Wendy Delsol, Stork

“«Regrets»... I regret how timid and meek I was back then... always telling myself that I couldn't do anything, never even daring to try. That's definitely something I regret. " (p.330)”
Ichigo Takano, Orange: The Complete Collection, Volume 1

Anthony Burgess
“Where do I come into all of this? Am I just some animal or dog?' And that started them off govoreeting real loud and throwing slovos at me. So I creeched louder still, creeching: 'Am I just to be like a clockwork orange?”
Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange

“Maybe it's impossible to live life without any regrets. Even when you know the future... you'll still mess up." (p.163)”
Ichigo Takano, Orange: The Complete Collection, Volume 1

“- It's a bit late to say something now... I'll just live with it!
- If all you do is «live with it»... then that's not much of a life." (p.50)”
Ichigo Takano, Orange: The Complete Collection, Volume 1

Jim Davis
“In my head, the sky is blue, the grass is green and cats are orange.”
Jim Davis, In Dog Years I'd Be Dead: Garfield at 25

Cassandra Clare
“Anna shuddered. "Orange is not the colour of seduction, Christopher. Orange is the colour of despair, and pumpkins.”
Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

Alexandra Bracken
“You are actually the worst person I have ever met,” Chubs said. “And people like you are the reason we have middle fingers.”
Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade

“FALLING IN LOVE WITH OCTOBER

Leaves descending to the ground,
Orange, magenta, green & brown
The cool crisp breezes in the air,
Autumn season must be here”
Charmaine J Forde

Kim Stanley Robinson
“I grew up in a utopia, I did. California when I was a child was a child's paradise, I was healthy, well fed, well clothed, well housed. I went to school and there were libraries with all the world in them and after school I played in orange groves and in Little League and in the band and down at the beach and every day was an adventure. . . . I grew up in utopia.”
Kim Stanley Robinson, Pacific Edge

Joris-Karl Huysmans
“Last comes the class of persons, of nervous organization and enfeebled vigour, whose sensual appetite craves highly seasoned dishes, men of a hectic, over-stimulated constitution. Their eyes almost invariably hanker after that most irritating and morbid of colours, with its artificial splendours and feverish acrid gleams,-orange.”
Joris-Karl Huysmans

Rudolfo Anaya
“The orange of the golden carp appeared at the edge of the pond. . . . We watched in silence at the beauty and grandeur of the great fish. Out of the corners of my eyes I saw Cico hold his hand to his breast as the golden carp glided by. Then with a switch of his powerful tail the golden carp disappeared into the shadowy water under the thicket.”
Rudolfo Anaya, Bless Me, Ultima

“I am captivated by the beautiful colors of Fall,
Show me,show me,
Show me All!
Orange, yellow, purple, reddish-brown,
And the rustling of the leaves as they fall to the ground.”
Charmaine J. Forde

Joseph Heller
“The chaplain glanced at the bridge table that served as his desk and saw only the abominable orange-red, pear-shaped, plum tomato he had obtained that same morning from Colonel Cathcart, still lying on its side where he had forgotten it like an indestructible and incarnadine symbol of his own ineptitude.”
Joseph Heller, Catch-22

Courtney Milan
“Jenny’s admonition had the desired effect. Ned drew a deep breath and thrust his arm gingerly into the bag, his mouth puckered in distaste. The expression on his face flickered from queasy horror to confusion. From there, it
flew headlong into outright bafflement. Shaking his head, he pulled his fist from the bag and turned his hand palm up.
For a long moment, the two men stared at the offending lump. It was brightly colored. It was round. It was—
“An orange?” Lord Blakely rubbed his forehead. “Not quite what I expected.” He scribbled another notation.
“We live in enlightened times,” Jenny murmured.”
Courtney Milan, Proof by Seduction

Jarod Kintz
“The sunset reminds me of me as a person. But not the current me. No, the one from before last night, when I was a more orange version of myself.”
Jarod Kintz, Eggs, they’re not just for breakfast

Rainer Maria Rilke
“Just a moment ..., I savour this ... ah, but it’s flown already.
... Only a bit of music, stamping in time, humming-:
Girls, you grow warm, - girls, you silently mime, -
Dance the flavour of this fruit as we experience it!

Make of the orange a dance. Who can be oblivious
Of how it drowns in itself, of how it restrains
Its very essence of sweetness, holds it back? It
Has possessed you. You have deliciously converted it into you.

Dance the orange. The warmth of the landscape,
It draws you forth, so that your ripeness streams forth
Resplendent on the local breezes! A glow arising, revealed

Aroma after aroma! Evoke its affinity
With the pure, self-denying peel,
With the juice which joyously fills it!”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus

“LOVELY AUTUMN

Sitting by a cozy fireplace,
Watching the leaves fall to the ground,
Orange, yellow, red, purple, gold and brown.”
Charmaine J Forde

Aisha Saeed
“The Golub tree, measuring two hundred feet tall, stood steps away. It was as wide as a redwood, with a thin layer of frost burrowed within its creases. Its plentiful dewdrop leaves created a crown the color of the inside of a cracked papaya, with the branches toward the bottom bare and icy. The limbs of the simple eastern pines surrounding it were coated with tendrils of orange frost.”
Aisha Saeed, Forty Words for Love

“to describe you is like autumn,
as pretty as the orange
as cold as the breeze
but like fall,
I know you'll only wither away.”
Kynna Claire

“FALL

I've never liked orange
not even a hint of yellow
though that doesn't mean I'm derange,
you know.
but it's still a riddle as to why,
you can make me see it like it's aurora borealis in the sky.”
Kynna Claire

“When the mats roll, red means "stop," green means "stop," and yellow also means "stop.”
Dipti Dhakul, Quote: +/-

Craig D. Lounsbrough
“You know you have a problem on your hands when you ask someone how to spell “orange” and they ask, “The color or the fruit?”
Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Tiger-orange, and so dreamy and evocative of name, cloudberries had been on my mind for years. The first time I ever came across them on a menu, rather than in a field guide, was in a bistro on Estonia's Baltic Coast, in Pärnu, as a jam to accompany cake. As I was curious to try the preserve, the waiter agreed to bring me a spoonful, despite the cake being off the menu. Golden and precious as the amber torn from rocks at the bottom of the Baltic Sea, it gleamed.”
Caroline Eden, Cold Kitchen: A Year of Culinary Travels

Joanne Harris
Panisses, those chickpea fritters sold by vendors on every street corner, and served with harissa, tomatoes, or roasted halloumi, or grilled sardines; navettes, the little orange-flower biscuits Louis serves with coffee; fougasse, that crispy Provençal bread, enriched with olive oil and herbs; pieds paquets in spicy tomato sauce; olive tapenade with salt lemon confit.It feels good to learn, and Louis admits that I may have an aptitude. He has grown warmer towards me. The customers are happy. I am even allowed officially to handle the book of recipes.
Each one has a story. This tapenade is the first thing she made, when she was only eight years old, in her grandmother's kitchen. This is her mother's clafoutis, made with the fat yellow cherries from the tree at the back of the garden. And these pomponettes are what she made for the guests on her wedding day; scented with orange blossom and sprinkled with nuts and sugar. Orange is the scent of hope, she writes in hasty handwriting. A promise of something small and sweet. A vow, built from spun sugar and dreams, melting in the sunlight.
Joanne Harris, Vianne

Ruby Tandoh
“Even the colors are strategized. Take that sausage and gochujang pasta-- when I asked Lebus why he thought it did so well, he just said: 'Orange.' As is traditional in the culture of tech start-ups, he's been listening to pop psychology podcasts. 'Orange is the color that makes people hungry,' he explained. 'It's why the McDonald's logo is yellow and red.' He added that blue doesn't occur naturally in food-- even blueberries are a kind of dusky, purple bruise-- which is why it's often used in diet company branding. If you scroll through Mob recipes, the palette is mostly the same shades of sunset, yolk, terracotta, mahogany, vermilion and tar that you'd find in a New York-style cheese slice.”
Ruby Tandoh, All Consuming: Why We Eat the Way We Eat Now

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