You think that just because it's already happened, the past is finished and unchangeable? Oh no, the past is cloaked in multicolored… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
Don't choose anything that's two tones lighter than your natural lip tone, and make sure there's a little pink in the hue… — Charlotte Tilbury Copy Share Image
I don't have a problem with 'Idol' or 'X Factor,' I have a problem with when those things are not given the… — Billy Corgan Copy Share Image
The light of genius never sets, but sheds itself upon other faces, in different hues of splendor. Homer glows in the softened… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
Ere the dolphin dies Its hues are brightest. Like an infant's breath Are tropic winds before the voice of death. — Fitz-Greene Halleck Copy Share Image
Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Behind the steps that Misery treads Approaching Comfort view: The hues of bliss more brightly glow Chastised by sabler tints of woe,… — Thomas Gray Copy Share Image
Dead bodies do get a grayish blue/purple hue because blood pools in the capillaries and the body starts to decompose. It's not… — Ann Hood Copy Share Image
But I have sinuous shells of pearly hue Within, and they that lustre have imbibed In the sun's palace-porch, where when unyoked… — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
In friendship's fragrant garden, There are flowers of every hue. Each with its own fair beauty And its gift of joy for… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
Nature, at all events, humanly speaking, is manifestly very fond of color; for she has made nothing without it. Her skies are… — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
A perfectly healthy sentence, it is true, is extremely rare. For the most part we miss the hue and fragrance of the… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark Autumn evenings come, And where, my soul, is thy… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Colored lights shone right across the northern sky, leaping and flaring, spreading in rainbow hues from horizon to zenith: blood red to… — Celia Rees Copy Share Image
Look at the sky. Does its sapphire hue dim when you take a single breath? Are the stars drawn closer when you… — Elaine Cunningham Copy Share Image
There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
For I am Saruman the Wise, Saruman Ring-maker, Saruman of Many Colours!' I looked then and saw that his robes, which had… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me. Wooly jumpers,… — Alys Fowler Copy Share Image
The trees bathed their great heads in the waves of the morning, while their roots were planted deep in gloom; save where… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
In summer we live out of doors, and have only impulses and feelings, which are all for action, and must wait commonly… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the… — Marilynne Robinson Copy Share Image
Art is universal. It unites mankind in common brotherhood. As a missionary of civilization, its message is both to heart and mind.… — James Jackson Jarves Copy Share Image
Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd in the… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The Bookshop has a thousand books, All colors, hues, and tinges, And every cover is a door That turns on magic hinges. — Nancy Byrd Turner Copy Share Image
When there is love in the heart, there are rainbows in the eyes, which cover every black cloud with gorgeous hues. — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
When nature made the blue-bird she wished to propitiate both the sky and the earth, so she gave him the color of… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
Nor ever yet the melting rainbow's vernal-tinctur'd hues to me have shone so pleasing, as when first the hand of science pointed… — Mark Akenside Copy Share Image
And as, when all the summer trees are seen So bright and green, The Holly leaes a sober hue display Less bright… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
It is general knowledge for anyone interested in color that subdued value, intensity and hue make for quieter, less adventuresome interiors. Stronger… — Van Day Truex Copy Share Image
What skilful limner e'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Afflictions have the same use and end to our souls, that frosty weather hath upon those clothes that are laid and bleaching,… — John Flavel Copy Share Image
Untested assumptions and lazy habits of thought can be shown up, once put in a spotlight of a different hue. — Julian Baggini Copy Share Image
O jealousy, Thou ugliest fiend of hell! thy deadly venom Preys on my vitals, turns the healthful hue Of my flesh check… — Hannah More Copy Share Image
We should be long past applauding politicians of any hue: they got us into this mess. The best deserve a probationary opportunity… — Gerald Warner Copy Share Image
Your fame is as the grass, whose hue comes and goes, and His might withers it by whose power it sprang from… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
Whereas most other modern composers are engaged in manufacturing cocktails of every hue and description, I offer the public cold spring water. — Jean Sibelius Copy Share Image
In painting, whether colour reflection is apparent or not, every hue must echo neighbouring hues, so that homogeneity may be attained. — Walter J. Phillips Copy Share Image
In August, the large masses of berries, which, when in flower, had attracted many wild bees, gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
