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“Color is life, for a world without color seems dead. As a flame produces light, light produces color. As intonation lends color to the spoken word, color lends spiritually realized sound to a form.”

World Light Seems Form Sound Produce Color Flames Spoken Word Intonation

Author:Johannes Itten

“Flowers and flames. And color. Color as color, not as volume or light - only as color.”

Light Color Flower Flames Colour Volume

Author:Charles Demuth

“Nothing grows among its pinnacles; there is no shade except under great toadstools of sandstone whose bases have been eaten to the shape of wine glasses by the wind. Everything is flaking, cracking, disintegrating, wearing away in the long, inperceptible weather of time. The ash of ancient volcanic outbursts still sterilizes its soil, and its colors in that waste are the colors that flame in the lonely sunsets on dead planets.”

Long Has Beens Stills Grows Color Planets Wind Shapes Waste Lonely Bases Wine Ancient Glasses Weather Flames Soil Sunset Shade Ashes Wine Glass Pinnacle Outburst Toadstools Sandstone

Author:Loren Eiseley

“As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame”

Nature Fire Color Draws Flames Dragonflies

Book:Hopkins: The Mystic Poets

Source: Hopkins: The Mystic Poets

“Science, freedom, beauty, adventure: what more could you ask of life? Aviation combined all the elements I loved. There was science in each curve of an airfoil, in each angle between strut and wire, in the gap of a spark plug or the color of the exhaust flame. There was freedom in the unlimited horizon, on the open fields where one landed. A pilot was surrounded by beauty of earth and sky. He brushed treetops with the birds, leapt valleys and rivers, explored the cloud canyons he had gazed at as a child. Adventure lay in each puff of wind.”

“There is in them a softer fire than the ruby, there is the brilliant purple of the amethyst, and the sea green of the emerald - all shining together in incredible union. Some by their splendor rival the colors of the painters, others the flame of burning sulphur or of fire quickened by oil.”

Together Fire Sea Color Green Shining Unions Incredibles Oil Brilliant Painter Burning Flames Jewels Purple Rivals Jewelry Splendor Gems Rubies Emeralds Opal Amethyst Jewelry Boxes

Author:Pliny the Elder

“I still dwelled deep in my elected paradise--a paradise whose skies were the color of hell-flames--but still a paradise.”

Stills Hell Sky Color Flames Paradise

Book:The Annotated Lolita: Revised and Updated

Source: The Annotated Lolita: Revised and Updated

“The truth is that no one who hasn't actually experienced the senseless chaos and violence of combat can possibly understand it, but those who have and who try to explain it to the rest of us are offering us a precious gift: a part of their soul that's been scorched in the flames of Hell. It's a little like trying to describe music to the deaf or color to the blind ... to make the irrational somewhat sensible, which is always confusing and frustrating, and ultimately futile.”

Trying Littles Soul Hell Violence Color Truth Is Blind Chaos Flames Combat Sensible Offering Irrational Confusing Frustrating Deaf Precious Gifts

Author:Khaled Hosseini

“I see people getting so caught up in celebrating diversity that they are neglecting their commonality. I don't see this as a good thing. The Chinese culture has survived for more than five thousand years in part because the Chinese have embraced the same language and culture. I hope I am wrong about this, and that the flame is still on beneath the great American melting pot. Americans need each other, and a house divided, no matter the color of its occupants, is still divided. And divided we all fall.”

“Use what you have, use what the world gives you. Use the first day of fall: bright flame before winter's deadness; harvest; orange, gold, amber; cool nights and the smell of fire. Our tree-lined streets are set ablaze, our kitchens filled with the smells of nostalgia: apples bubbling into sauce, roasting squash, cinnamon, nutmeg, cider, warmth itself. The leaves as they spark into wild color just before they die are the world's oldest performance art, and everything we see is celebrating one last violently hued hurrah before the black and white silence of winter.”