Color Quotes

Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.

Memory, I realize, can be an unreliable thing; often it is heavily coloured by the circumstances in which one remembers.

Light is a thing that cannot be reproduced, but must be represented by something else – by color.

Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them.

After the flood, the colors were brightened demand tears of pain to feel so enlightened. Lassoed hope from the clouds that caused it to rain, divine intervention to feel love again.

The crowd…a cacophony of colour.

Thoughts on a tapestry. Colour or black and white. A brush, a pen, A flash of light. Ideas flowing soon, about to take flight.

Colors pursue me like a constant worry. They even worry me in my sleep.

Quakers almost as good as colored. They call themselves friends and you can trust them every time.

And all this aching memories of you are floating through my burning veins; letting my scars glow in a dark blue reflecting the colour of your weary eyes.