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In a good mood I call my hair Chestnut with Gold Glints. In a bad mood, I call it mousy brown
Nuzleaf Grass/Dark
You must be mistaking me for someone else with silver hair.
Connor hands shiny black guns to both me and Peter.
I'm pretty sure that if the best description of the weapon I can come up with is black and shiny, then I probably shouldn't be handling it.
A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream.
I'm a Silver, sir."
"No you are not, Mare Barrow, and you must never forget it.
A pretty little minnow ... cool as rain, blue as heaven ...
And she sees that the moonlight is losing its orange glow. It has become buttery, and will soon turn to silver.
All the color had been leached from Winterfell until only grey and white remained. The Stark colors. Theon did not know whether he ought to find that ominous or reassuring. Even the sky was grey. The eyes of the bride were brown. Big and brown and full of fear.
Even dirt glitters when the sun is shining upon it
Like silver moons the pale narcissi lay
Color of gold. I have short black hair and green eyes;
THE COLOR OF CHRIST
Gray! No, anything but gray. Gray is nothing but a white that can't make up its mind.
Sky glowing dull pink. Simmer dim, as the Shetlanders called
but, as we know, even when the silver wears away and you're left with copper, if you attend to it every day it has a gleam all its own.
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.
A tiny sliver of gold appeared between shades of gray on the horizon.
colored thing over the door as if it's contaminated. "Got it," he says, as if he's retrieved a Frisbee. "Savannah, do you have this in something a little more exciting? A brighter color?
concept: me, dancing alone in a moonlit meadow. everything looks silver. i'm not worried at all
Evanescent like ice that is melting away;
The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.
Far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea.
By the way, is there any difference between 'grey' and 'gray'? I believe there is, but I don't know what it is. In one place in the poem Smithers suggests 'gray'. In others he leaves 'grey'. Perhaps he is seeing red. I believe they are sympathetic colours in spectroscope investigations.
The sea appears all golden. Beneath the sun-lit sky.
Only the rustle of those colours waving in the air, impenetrable, lighter than nothingness
Silver knives! Painful and sometimes deadly to all paranormals!'
'Tasey!' I counterd 'Hot pink and sparkly!
The sky drops silver threads of sleet.
Does that look like flowing gold?
silver-framed photographs
Shined, combed, brushed and gorgeous
And please don't say 'blue,' or I might go absolutely mad right here on this bench.
Brilliant pale green of her eyes, the buttercup yellow of her hair.
It's all a rather dark shade of gray. But that's a color all of us are familiar with, aren't we?
His skin shimmered with veins of pure gold
iridescent, like a blue butterfly.
It's the purest form of silver and our tagline is "Taking the 'except fors' out of movies." We're trying to make movies with pure story - without the derogatory sex, violence and language to (rely on) a good story.
This world is Silver, but it is also gray. There is no black-and-white. When
Gold to airy thinness beat.
In a hot greenish body of water
slowly slides
A gesture a sigh a moan
will provoke his wild teeth
("Silver Clasp")
I'm not interested in pleasing color; I'm interested in exact color.
The brief sound is like a color swallowed by a crack. But what color?
Grey is the shade of life, like shadows.
Fear is shiny. Ruthless in the eyes.
If you choke a Smurf, what color does it turn?
Silver and ermine and red faces full of port wine.
His eyes were the same color as steel and not nearly as soft.
Bathed in the thick honey gold of the sun through encircling trees only just beginning to turn the muted metal colors of fall.
The sea/the same then as now: more blear than blue, more/blue than silver
Speak silence with thy glimmering eyes, And wash the dusk with silver.
Grey is the price
of neighboring with eagles, of knowing
a mountain's vast presence, seen or unseen.
It glistens, it gleams, I
When every blessed thing you have is made of silver, or of gold, you long for simple pewter.
What colour was her scythe?"
"Sadly, I wasn't able to take the time to appreciate its subtle hues as it tore through my skin.
Brown, I say, deep brown. Like coffee without any milk.
Pale-gray rug. Several pieces of chrome-and-black-leather
A grey wrinkled vastness, like the residue of a dream
What color would you use?
It is a wan morning, low unbroken cloud; the light, filtering sparely through glass, is the color of tarnished pewter. How brightly colored the king is, like the king in a new pack of cards: how small his flat blue eye. There
For a neutral look, avoid anything sparkly or shimmery.
...bleached by darkness
The colour grey is an unemotional colour, neutral, on the fence and neither here, nor there. Tis why old people's hair turns grey . . . betwixt life and death.
His short black hair gleamed like a raven's feathers, off-setting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, even in the firelight.
The sun is setting in a burnt orange sky; the cliffs are black silhouettes; the sea, liquid silver.
version of Amber.
crimson. A faint blue haze rested on the eastern hill, over which a great, pale, round moon was just floating up like a silver bubble. They were
The glittering filament, finer than a hair, is far less than a denier in thickness. When a ray of sunlight struck it at the window at which I was examining it, I saw the thread blaze with all the colours of the spectrum.
Asexual, aseasonal, rectangular, slick palette of blacks, touches of pure grays and intense dark blues.
Dark with excessive bright.
This is the true division between Silvers and Reds: the color of our blood.
The fundamental grey which differentiates the masters, expresses them and is the soul of all colour.
It is still color, it is not yet light.
an overcast luminance, a subdued warmth
I like sparkly things.
How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun.
Shine: clear dew aching with light.
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 ...
A medal glitters, but it also casts a shadow.
He says black, I say white and we do grey
The sky is like a black sieve pierced by silver drops that tremble, ready to burst through.
dark-gray cylinder,
I live in a grey world, rather like the silver screen world. But yellow stands out.
Blue, green, grey, white, or black; smooth, ruffled, or mountainous; that ocean is not silent.
Compromise in colors is grey.
The gray silence, the gray waves, the gray wastes of the sea.
Gray is the color ... the most important of all ... absent of opinion, nothing, neither/nor.
Iron was black and sheenless, but cleansing and polishing washed away its blackness.
Magic. I draw with silver and it turns red.
Still and pale
Thou movest in thy silver veil,
Queen of the night! the filmy shroud
Of many a mild, transparent cloud
Hides, yet adorns thee.
Gray is the color of all theory
The metal is called Celestial bronze. It's deadly to monsters, like Imperial gold, but even rarer.
I want to douse myself in silver words
and whisper away all rue.
We were really sick of silver ...
And it's yellow. The way pale yellow should look, like sunshine and butter, mixed with hope and cream.
Trusty, dusky, vivid, true,
With eyes of gold and bramble-dew,
Steel-true and blade-straight,
The great artificer made my mate.
Better gray than garishness.
I like dull. It lasts.
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.
Black is the color
Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue - the sky
The color has faded out of the sky. It is grey, becoming darker as the world turns herself round a little more. The clouds are long and black and ragged, like the wings of stormbattered dragons.