Quote by Lisel Mueller Download Open image ““I search the language for a word to tell you how red is red.”” — Lisel Mueller ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.5 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“It was so—oh, I wish language were more precise! The red was so beautiful!” The Giver nodded. “It is.” “Do you see it all… — Lois Lowry Copy Share Image
“Red: When we think of red we picture love. But it is so much more than just a colour. It's in all of us.… — jwm Copy Share Image
“I like red - don't get me wrong. But I have a deep appreciation for anything that is willing to be totally and utterly… — Adi Alsaid Copy Share Image
When a language advances and adds a third term to its lexicon for color, the third term is always red. — Daniel Levitin Copy Share Image
“I’ve always believed that the universe invented the color red solely for Latinas.” — Junot Díaz Copy Share Image
“A few years ago if yu said yu were Green Yu were really seen as Red.” — Benjamin Zephaniah Copy Share Image
“What can I say to convince you the Houses of Parliament dissolve night after night to become the fluid dream of the Thames? I… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share Image
I am imprinted with the whole sense of European history, especially German history, going back to World War I, which really destroyed all the… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share Image
Poetry, for me, is the answer to, 'How does one stay sane when private lives are being ransacked by public events?' It's something that… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share Image
When I was in college, I did do some writing of poetry, somewhat inspired, I think at that time, by Carl Sandburg, because English… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share Image
What luxury, to be so happy that we can grieve over imaginary lives. — Lisel Mueller Copy Share Image
“By the time I arrive at evening, / they have just settled down to rest; / already invisible, they are turning / into the… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share Image
Everything is autobiography, even if one writes something that is totally objective. The fact that it's a subject that seizes you makes it autobiographical. — Lisel Mueller Copy Share Image
“Late Hours" On summer nights the world moves within earshot on the interstate with its swish and growl, and occasional siren that sends chills… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share Image
“What happened is, we grew lonely living among the things, so we gave the clock a face, the chair a back, the table four… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share Image
“I will not return to a universe of objects that do not know each other, as if islands were not the long lost children… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share Image
“Someone was always leaving and never coming back. The wooden houses wait like old wives along this road; they are everywhere, abandoned, leaning, turning… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share Image
“What happened is, we grew lonely living among the things, so we gave the clock a face, the chair a back, the table four… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share Image
