Quote by George Orwell

“It was a dark afternoon, threatening rain and the end of the world, and done in that particularly gloomy gray in which only New…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“By evening, when the winds rose yet again, the power began to stutter at half-strength, and the sirens to fail. From those streetlights whose…

— Anonymous

“The house was decorated in unrelieved white and black. The people were, too. If it were up to me, I would carry a great…

— Karen Marie Moning

“I saw myself, sharply, as a wanderer, an adventurer, rocking through the world, unanchored. [...] The wind of my life was blowing me away.…

— James Baldwin

“But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again. I mean the world looked different forever after, and even in moments…

— Anne Rice

“The sun was up - stuck like half a tinned apricot on a sky awash with all the colours of a fading bruise. Down…

— Helen Hodgman

“Late in the afternoon the sky changed to pale gray and there was rain in the air, the atmosphere close and stifling, and a…

— Elmore Leonard

“The day was several shades of gray depending upon where the eye wandered, and the streets were wet. But in a lower part of…

— Holliday Vann

“... the wind sprang up afresh, with a kind of bitter song, as if it said: "This is reality, whether you like it or…

— Willa Cather

“The sky was the color of lightbulbs that weren’t lit.”

— Heather O'Neill

“We walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-colored space, fragilely bound into the house by French windows at either end. The windows…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“The shadows were really long on the grass, and the clouds were pink and orange. It looked like someone had taken sidewalk chalk and…

— R.J. Palacio