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All my clear-eyed fish, Golden, or rainbow-sided, or purplish, Vermilion-tail'd, or finn'd with silvery gauze ... My charming rod, my potent river spells ...
The sea appears all golden. Beneath the sun-lit sky.
If someone asked you what color the sky is, what would you say?
On the rocks of a bay so blue, it made her gray eyes glow.
Pink, gold, blue.
I choose you!
It's the water beyond the titanium sand that draws me in. Not blue, not even the bright green of a clear lagoon, something more like sea foam. A green so bright it has a tint of yellow. The color of clarity. Of shallow water over white sand.
Orange, Longbottom.
Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue - the sky
If you were a crayon, what color would you most like to make out with?
I need the shade of blue that rips your heart out. You don't see that type of blue around here.
BLUE, THE colour of the sky, of the ocean, of certain stars and planets and the hue of the bluest eyes you have ever seen.
My favorite color is rainbow.
The turquoise tide shimmered in shades of mermaid tails against the alabaster shore. The
Think pink but don't wear it
In the ocean, [bioluminescence] is the rule rather than the exception.
Most beautiful thing you've ever seen. When the sun dips into the sea, for a split second the water breaks into so many prisms of color it looks like the inside of a kaleidoscope.
What color would you use?
The earth is blue like an orange.
Silver, gold - I don't discriminate! I like sparkly things.
Twilight hour. Indian blue, water of glass, trees glistening and liquescent.
My brother William is a fisherman, and he tells me that when he is in the middle of a fogbound
sea the water is a color for which there is no name.
A voyage to Europe in the summer of 1921 gave me the first opportunity of observing the wonderful blue opalescence of the Mediterranean Sea. It seemed not unlikely that the phenomenon owed its origin to the scattering of sunlight by the molecules of the water.
The ocean here is weird. It's the wrong kind of blue.
THE COLOR OF CHRIST
Iridescent with fancy and winged it with paradox.
She had never known that ice could take on so many shades of blue: sharp lines of indigo like the deepest sea, aquamarine shadows, even the glint of blue-green where the sun struck just so.
When I come over the top of the dune I see the ocean and I feel like I'm seeing it for the first time.
Today it's blue, straight and simple. Raw blue.
Against the grape-flushed sky perfect amethyst night.
Yellow is my favorite, but what is yellow? Handmaiden to white, it is a slight tarnish of pure light. Take away a bit of whites absolute luminosity, and what remains is yellow
sunlike, golden as a crown, buttercups in a field, marsh marigolds, a finch's wing, a plastic flute.
Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on, could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
I used to go with solid blue, but recently I've found that a mix of red and green is a better fit for my personality.
Deep blue. She was beautiful, not merely pretty, but there was in her eyes the haughty disdain of a queen reprimanding a clumsy subject.
The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Mars red gladiolus
Brilliant pale green of her eyes, the buttercup yellow of her hair.
Soap shining beauty.
The dawn came up entirely gold, with no hint of pink or purple. The sky was a rinsed blue, like an old shirt washed a thousand times.
I thought of Blue. Sometimes it's easier to talk to a stranger.
A sea to intensely blue to be looked at, and a sky of purple, set with one great flaming jewel of fire ...
Water colours are wet colours in water.
I should love to see a ground-glass blue ocean
Turquoise is my birthstone; I'm a Sagittarius.
Her eys were as green as the sea, and forever I forgave the sea for not appearing blue.
I believe in pink.
Clear water sped over rocky clusters whose colors ran from ivories to mossy greens, blues and grays. Though clouds covered the sun, the sway of dappling evergreens gave the water sparkle.
Pink champagne
that's the kind of life we've both been used to. It might be a little difficult to
do you like beer?
Her favorite color is blue. She says that blue is associated with vastness; the skies are blue, the oceans are blue.
When I haven't any blue I use red.
The gray silence, the gray waves, the gray wastes of the sea.
Oh, thought Blue. So this is what I can't have.
Through the window of my mask I see a wall of coral, its surface a living kaleidoscope of lilac flecks, splashes of gold, reddish streaks and yellows, all tinged by the familiar transparent blue of the sea.
The sky's gone blue: azure, the ocean bluer: cerulean, the trees are swirls of every hella freaking green on earth and bright thick eggy yellow is spilling over everything.
The sun is setting in a burnt orange sky; the cliffs are black silhouettes; the sea, liquid silver.
The sheen of ocean gleams on the blue fish-plate.
Beyond the slumpstone wall lay a backyard, a swimming pool. Dappled with morning light and tree shadows, the water glimmered in shades of blue from sapphire to turquoise, as might a trove of jewels left by long-dead pirates who had sailed a sea since vanished.
the ocean is not blue.
I don't want to know what your favorite color is
but I do want to know what color you bleed
when you're with me.
I love purple because my name is Amethyst.
The brief sound is like a color swallowed by a crack. But what color?
Blue Juneberry, tough diamond willow.
Orange is the happiest color.
There is a sun, a light that for want of another word I can only call yellow, pale sulphur yellow, pale golden citron. How lovely yellow is!
The water was glassy and calm, still candy-colored in the afterglow of sunset.
I like blue a lot, and greens. Earthy blues and greens.
I am an American aquarium drinker
Far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea.
(The raindrops) played across the coast all through the night, until the soft new day shrugged itself awake, tried on amethyst and lavender for a while, and finally decided on pale yellow.
vague as a soft copper pulse of moonlight through blossoming sea coast fog.
Blue paint among the ancients, or red paint among the modern Britons.
Her eyes were the color of the sea if the sea were perfect.
It was marvellous, a feast for the eyes, this complication of coloured tints, a perfect kaleidoscope of green, yellow, orange, violet, indigo, and blue; in one word, the whole palette of an enthusiastic colourist!
Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
I'm having a magenta day. Not just red, but magenta!
hay gold dusk of late spring,
Violet is the most soothing, tranquilizing and cooling color vibration. It encourages the healing of unbalanced mental conditions in people who are overly nervous or high-strung. Foods of the violet vibration are: purple broccoli, beetroot and purple grapes.
The Ocean's Heart too Smooth - too Blue -
To break for you.
blue shower curtain
Don't you dare come into my world and tell me what color the ocean is! It's black. Black as midnight. Black and awful!
Kerry Gold Irish butter.
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
Ocean is my potion, I need vitamin sea ...
I said, I prefer the ocean when it's gray. Or not really gray. A pale, in-between color. It reminds me of waiting for something good to happen.
How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun.
Sky glowing dull pink. Simmer dim, as the Shetlanders called
islanded in a sea of meaningless color,
Mauve is just pink trying to be purple.
And the color in my eyes
has gone back into the sea.
A heart as blue as a Companion's eyes, or the color of the clear winter sky.
The Proustian aquarium: grotesque and gorgeous fish drifting with languid fins through a subaqueous medium of pale violet polluted ink.
Purple - the color of royalty and holiness and wealth.
Green how I love you green. Green wind. Green boughs. The ship on the sea And the horse on the mountain.
Favorite color: I hate colors.
Green is one of my favorite colors - emerald green.
Sunset is still my favorite color, and rainbow is second.
The sun was beginning to set and the water was sparkling in the low light as the onshore breeze that had built up through the heat of the day rippled across the reflective surface, breaking it into a million diamonds of yellow-white light.
Quoth the Ocean, Dawn! O fairest, clearest, Touch me with thy golden fingers bland; For I have no smile till thou appearest For the lovely land.
Just snow and sapphire and ink.
She chose a very pale teal, halfway between blue and green, with a white silk fichu at the neck.
Any yellow, any blue, any red and a white are all I need.
My favorite color is you.