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It is the crimson tongue that paints the world others think they see.
Does it come in black?
hay gold dusk of late spring,
Black is too morbid;
Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes.
I live in a grey world, rather like the silver screen world. But yellow stands out.
ORANGE MARMALADE',
Midnight blue is the only color that can ever compete with black.
A baton of light across the bracken redeemed the reputation of the color brown with fiery reds and yellows.
Bright reds - scarlet, pillar-box red, crimson or cherry - are very cheerful and youthful. There is certainly a red for everyone.
What color is pandemonium? It sounds yellow.
Green hills wash sunlight 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.
Redder than a turkey's rump in poke berry time.
Blood-red! What a useless adjective that is. Nothing is as beautifully , richly red as flowing blood on snow.It is strange that the eye can love what the mind and body hate.
What a horrible thing yellow is.
Scarlet the poppies
Blue the corn-flowers,
Golden the wheat.
Gold for the Eternal:
Blue for Our Lady:
Red for the five
Wounds of her Son.
Think pink but don't wear it
Indian yellow, banned. Cows were poisoned with mango leaves and the colour was made from their urine. It is the bright yellow in Indian miniatures. Although yellow occupies one-twentieth of the spectrum, it is the brightest colour.
I always liked red. It's a picker-upper.
Black as night, sweet as sin.
Karo sugar syrup mixed with a red dye
This is not a white and black business we are in. There are messy shades of crimson haunting us in everything we do.
Oh, Red. If you want to turn up the heat, you've got to be careful not to get burned by the fire.
black is beautiful
I want the white one
He says black, I say white and we do grey
As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war.
Blue Juneberry, tough diamond willow.
If soot stains your tunic, dye it black. This is vengeance.
They do say red and black are a good combo.
The tones of gray, pale turquoise and pink will prevail.
Black is the queen of colours.
More than any other colour, red is loaded for action.
The most Superior amongst the colors in the universe is the color of Devotion.
If I could find anything blacker than black, I'd use it.
Asexual, aseasonal, rectangular, slick palette of blacks, touches of pure grays and intense dark blues.
YOUR LUCKY COLOR IS DEAD.
Iridescent with fancy and winged it with paradox.
Meerlust Rubicon from South Africa, a suitably wintry red.
How red the rose that is the soldier
thread, but it's black.
Who wears white to a knife fight?
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Red for the blood of Christ, green for his everlasting love, blue for heaven above, and old for the King of Kings.
Red like blood White like bone Red like solitude White like silence Red like the beastly instinct White like a god's heart Red like thawing hatred White like a frozen, pained cry Red like the night's hungry shadows Like a sigh piercing the moon it shines white and shatters red
Brilliant pale green of her eyes, the buttercup yellow of her hair.
What a hideous colour khaki is
If I could tell you about Red
I would sing to you of fire Sweet like cherries
Burning like cinnamon Smelling like a rose in the sun
Under the summer roses When the flagrant crimson Lurks in the dusk Of the wild red leaves, Love, with little hands, Comes and touches you With a thousand memories, And asks you Beautiful, unanswerable questions.
Black is your safeword. If it becomes to much, say it.
cherry red
denim torn
holding close
the smell of warm
the long sorrow of the color red.
The sadness at the corners of the unsmiling crimson mouth
For years I'd thought my color was black: deep, dark, thoughtful, mysterious. Black, you can hide behind. But now I know it is red.
I like my coffee black, my beer from Germany, wine from Burgundy, the darker, the better. I like my heroes complicated and brooding, James Dean in oiled leather, leaning on a motorcycle. You know the color. ("Ode to Chocolate")
I love red. Red pants. Red suit. Red coat. Red anything.
I think my blood is actually khaki. The khaki is a part of me. It's in my heart.
Who ever felt canary yellow and light blue are a suitable color should be tarred and feathered.
His cloak was Lannister crimson, but his surcoat showed the ten purple mullets of his own House arrayed upon a yellow field.
No colour comes after black.
Their tunics bloodbright in a lampglow, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped polls.
Dark with excessive bright.
The brief sound is like a color swallowed by a crack. But what color?
If you could equate the amount of time and effort put in mentally and physically into succeeding on the baseball field and measured it by the dirt on your uniform, mine would have been black.
I am so fortunate to be red! I'm fiery. I'm strong. I know men take notice of me and that I cannot be resisted.
Like black, do you? (Cassandra)
It serves its purpose. It's hard to look intimidating in pastels. (Wulf)
It is courage, courage, courage, that raises the blood of life to crimson splendor. Live bravely and present a brave front to adversity.
I imposed black; it still going strong today, for black wipes out everything else around
How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun.
The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.
To be more precise it was the color of heartache.
But if we wait on this wedding, you can make my dress crimson. I will not wear gold if my Imperial nobility is bought with the blood of innocent civilians who died while I had a party.
The fundamental grey which differentiates the masters, expresses them and is the soul of all colour.
All black, of course. Just like his rotting soul.
I'm not one for neon colors.
Hot pink with a star done in rainbow rhinestones on the front. It was god-awful.
I bought it.
If you look closely at any face, you'll start to see that different areas of the flesh tones are tinged with four other colors - red, green, purple and yellow.
For my prom I really wanted to wear a bright color - something that was going to pop and stand out.
He was the color of blood, not the springing blood of the heart but the blood that stirs under an old wound that never really healed. A terrible light poured from him like sweat, and his roar started landslides flowing into one another. His horns were pale as scars.
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!
In black and white you suggest, in color you state.
Yellow is evil, so don't drink your piss
I like a much more Japanese style of blood, where it's red and it almost has a paint kind of quality to it. You can put it on metal, and it has this vividness. Because, normally, what they use in Hollywood is this stuff that looks like strawberry pancake syrup or raspberry pancake syrup.
Oh Demonation, the noise he made! Its colour - blue and black with streaks of orange - were as bright as the blood that gushed from his arms.
Yellow can express happiness, and then again, pain. There is flame red, blood red, and rose red; there is silver blue, sky blue, and thunder blue; every color harbors its own soul, delighting or disgusting or stimulating me.
First the flame and then the flood:
In the end it's Blackthorn blood.
Seek thou to forget what's past
First thirteen and then the last.
Search not the book of angels gray,
Red or white will lead you far astray.
To regain what you have lost,
Find the black book at any cost.
Fresh blood at midnight isn't red. It's a purplish black that easily blends into the shadows.
Purple and yellow are my colors.
...bleached by darkness
White is pure and simple and matches with everything.
I feel in colour, strong tones that I hue down for the comfort of the pastelly inclined. Beige and magnolia and a hint of pink are what the well-decorated heart is wearing; who wants my blood red and vein-blue?
skintight layer of clothing that extends from my feet to my neck that's supposed to help improve my hypertrophic scarring. The Iron Maiden describes hypertrophic scarring as skin that exhibits the three Rs of being red,
Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the hands, the purple of ripe grapes sunlit and warm as flesh ...
I man don't come red, I come Black
Silver and ermine and red faces full of port wine.
Rouge of my heart, intertwined with double-hued destiny,
Thread of my thoughts, constant and rubicund legacy,
Filament of my future, endeared unto my expectation,
Cord of my emotion, seared with eternal elation.
Brown, I say, deep brown. Like coffee without any milk.
I think purple is the only color that suits me most.
red-hot fireflies