Color Quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald

There was the blue sky above her and all those many roses, the ones that gave off the scent of cloves in the rain…

— Alice Hoffman

So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of…

— Zora Neale Hurston

“Her hands pressed warm against the glass as her gaze swept the scene below: cream and pink roses, petals shining as if they'd been…

— Kate Morton

“And the two women stood side by side looking at the slender, flowering tree. Although it was so still it seemed, like the flame…

— Katherine Mansfield

“Somehow, what they'd had was already over, and she hadn't even been aware of the end. This happened with roses: it was possible to…

— Alice Hoffman

There was a knight came riding by In early spring, when the roads were dry; And he heard that lady sing at the noon,…

— William Morris

The redness was going out of the light now, the remains of the day were a fading pink, the color of wild roses.

— Stephen King

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

— Maud Hart Lovelace

“...but from this distance, the velvety reds, flashing yellows and glassy whites [of the roses] seemed to break up the light of the summer…

— Jane Smiley

The moon rose, an opalescent goddess tipping light from her harsh maternal scimitar.

— Gregory Maguire

“She had come into the garden expecting summer roses and had instead been caught in a bank of twisted, thorny, frostbitten vines.”

— Nenia Campbell

She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.

— Edmund Spenser