Color Quotes - Page 20

• Ahogaré a más marineros que la sirena; mataré a más mirones que los basaliscos; jugaré al orador tan bien como Néstor, engañaré con más astucia que Ulises, y como Sinón, tomaré otra Troya. Puedo añadir colores al camaleón, cambiar de forma con Proteo para obtener ventajas y poner al asesino Maquiavelo en la escuela. ¿Puedo hacer esto, y no puede obtener una corona? Si estuviera más lejos, la arrancaría.

  William Shakespeare

  School, Play, Mermaid

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• Talking. According to Marc, I could talk the color off a crayon.

  Rachel Vincent

  Talking, Crayon

  Rachel Vincent (2010). “Pride”, p.101, MIRA

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• Here is the chance for young women and young men of devotion to lift again the banner of humanity and to walk toward a civilization which will be free and intelligent; which will be healthy and unafraid; and build in the world a culture led by black folk and joined by peoples of all colors and all races - without poverty, ignorance and disease!

  W. E. B. Du Bois

  Ignorance, Men, Intelligent

  Dr. W. E. B. Du Bois' speech, www.scotsman.com. October 20, 1946.

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• ... but as has been said, September read often, and liked it best when words did not pretend to be simple, but put on their full armor and rode out with colors flying.

  Catherynne M. Valente

  Simple, Flying, Armor

  Catherynne M. Valente (2011). “The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making”, p.51, Macmillan

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• I loved to be alone in the woods, especially in the late fall when everything is crisp and golden, the leaves the color of fire, and it smells like things turning into earth. I loved the silence - the only sound the steady drum of the hooves and the horse's breathing.

  Lauren Oliver

  Horse, Fall, Breathing

  Lauren Oliver (2015). “The Lauren Oliver Collection: Before I Fall, Panic, Vanishing Girls”, p.40, HarperCollins

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• Surely heaven must have something of the color and shape of whatever village or hill or cottage of which the believer says, This is my own.

  William Faulkner

  Heaven, Cottages, Village

  William Faulkner (1985). “Novels, 1930-1935”, Library of America

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• The sky was different, without color, taut and unforgiving. But the water was the most unforgiving thing, nearly black at times, cold enough, I knew, to kill me, violent enough to break me apart. The waves were immense, battering rocky beaches without sand. The farther I went, the more desolate it became, more than any place I'd been, but for this very reason the landscape drew me, claimed me as nothing had in a long time.

  Jhumpa Lahiri

  Beach, Sky, Long

  FaceBook post by Jhumpa Lahiri from Oct 29, 2012

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• El patrón está sobre la cama Con docenas de colores de hilo Pero tienes la aguja Supongo que ese es el punto al final

  Amanda Palmer

  Bed, Dozen, Patterns

  Song: The Point Of It All, Album: Who Killed Amanda Palmer, 2008

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• Whatever you are physically,' he said, 'Male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy -- all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. You are the flame.

  Cassandra Clare

  Strong, Heart, Warrior

  Cassandra Clare (2011). “Clockwork Angel”, p.283, Simon and Schuster

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• Honey lamb, there are a lot of things in this world I feel insecure about. Religion. Our national economic policies. What color socks to wear with a blue suit. But I've got to tell you that my performance in that hotel room last night isn't one of them.

  Susan Elizabeth Phillips

  Insecure, Night, Blue

  FaceBook post by Susan Elizabeth Phillips from Feb 17, 2016

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• Conozco las normas. Llevo viviendo aquí más tiempo que tú". Entonces esboza una sonrisa. Me da un codazo. "Apenas". "Nací y crecí aquí. Eres un trasplante". Le doy otro codazo, un poco más fuerte, y él se ríe e intenta agarrarme del brazo. Me retuerzo, riendo, y él se estira para hacerme cosquillas en el estómago. "¡Pueblerino!" chillo, mientras me agarra y me vuelve a tumbar en la manta, riendo. "Urbanita", me dice, rodando sobre mí, y luego me besa. Todo se disuelve: el calor, las explosiones de color, la flotación.

  Lauren Oliver

  Country, Kissing, Cities

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• Myrnin, que no había dicho gran cosa, la abrazó de repente. Ella se puso rígida, sorprendida, y por un segundo se preguntó si de repente había decidido comerse su cuello... pero sólo era un abrazo. Sentía su cuerpo frío contra el de ella, y demasiado cerca, pero entonces la soltó y dio un paso atrás. "Lo has hecho muy bien. Estoy muy orgulloso de ti", dijo. Había un toque de color en sus pálidas mejillas. "Ahora vete a casa. Y dúchate. Apestas a muerto". Lo cual, viniendo de un vampiro, era bastante rico.

  Rachel Caine

  Letting Go, Home, Snacks

  Rachel Caine (2010). “Ghost Town: The Morganville Vampires”, p.100, Penguin

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• Brown is a manly color

  Cassandra Clare

  Brown, Manly

  Cassandra Clare (2012). “Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instruments Series (5 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass; City of Fallen Angels, City of Lost Souls”, p.1372, Simon and Schuster

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• WHAT is your name? WHAT is your quest? and WHAT is your favorite color?

  Graham Chapman

  Names, Quests, Your Favorite

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• The master of ceremonies asked people to say what they thought the function of the novel might be in modern society, and one critic said, “To provide touches of color in rooms with all-white walls.” Another one said, “To describe blow-jobs artistically.

  Kurt Vonnegut

  Jobs, Wall, Blow

  KURT VONNEGUT, JR (1969). "MATADERO-CINCO"

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• The mountain trembled like an earthquake. Dust flew into the sky. And the rock turned dark red, like the color of blood'. 'How would you know?' Asks Sindhi cap. 'You only have a black and white television'. 'But it's a very good one. You can almost see colours.

  Mohsin Hamid

  Dark, Black And White, Sky

  Mohsin Hamid (2000). “Moth Smoke”, p.133, Penguin Books India

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• How can you come to understand your life when even the beginning is so complicated: a single cell imprinted with the color of your eyes and the shape of your face the pattern on your palm and the moods that will shadow you through your life. How can you be alive when every choice you make breaks the world into a thousand filaments each careless step branching into long tributaries of alternate lives shuddering outward and outward like sheet lightning.

  Dan Chaon

  Eye, Cells, Long

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• Los mejores líderes son los que muestran su verdadera cara no en los años de gloria, sino en los momentos difíciles.

  Shawn Achor

  Struggle, Years, Leader

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• She saw him fracture into rainbow colors through the prism of her love.

  Salman Rushdie

  Rainbow, Saws, Fracture

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• La pregunta es de qué color será todo en ese momento en que yo venga a por ti. ¿Qué dirá el cielo?

  Markus Zusak

  Sky, Moments, That Moment

  "The Book Thief". Book by Markus Zusak, www.npr.org. 2005.

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• How could I have been so stupid to ignore everything I’d had in my life? The color red alone was worth kingdoms.

  Alice Hoffman

  Stupid, Kingdoms, Red

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• I left parts of myself everywhere, The way absent-minded people leave Gloves and umbrellas Whose colors are sad from dispensing so much bad luck

  Charles Simic

  People, Luck, Gloves

  Charles Simic (2013). “New and Selected Poems: 1962-2012”, p.123, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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• No puedo decir de qué color son los ojos de Lenore Beadsman; no puedo mirarlos; para mí son el sol.

  David Foster Wallace

  Eye, Sun, Looks

  David Foster Wallace (2004). “The Broom of the System: A Novel”, p.56, Penguin

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• when someone speaks he looks at a mouth, not eyes and their colors, which, it seems to him, will always alter depending on the light of a room, the minute of the day. Mouths reveal insecurity or smugness or any other point on the spectrum of character. For him they are the most intricate aspect of faces. He's never sure what an eye reveals. but he can read how mouths darken into callousness, suggest tenderness. One can often misjudge an eye from its reaction to a simple beam of sunlight.

  Michael Ondaatje

  Character, Eye, Simple

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• Stuart stands and says, 'Come here,' and he's on my side of the room in one stride and he claps my hands to his hips and kisses my mouth like I am the drink he's been dying for all day and I've heard girls say it's like melting, that feeling. But I think it's like rising, growing even taller and seeing sights over a hedge, colors you've never seen before.

  Kathryn Stockett

  Girl, Kissing, Thinking

  Kathryn Stockett (2011). “The Help”, p.378, Penguin UK

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