Hue Quotes - Page 4

• Here eglantine embalm'd the air, Hawthorne and hazel mingled there; The primrose pale, and violet flower, Found in each cliff a narrow bower; Fox-glove and nightshade, side by side, Emblems of punishment and pride, Group'd their dark hues with every stain The weather-beaten crags retain.

  Walter Scott

  Flower, Pride, Dark

  Walter Scott (1821). “The Poetical Works: Lady of the lake”, p.13

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• Pero salve, Diosa sabia y santa, Salve, divina Melancolía, Cuyo santo rostro es demasiado brillante Para golpear el sentido de la vista humana, Y por lo tanto a nuestra débil vista O'erlaid con negro, el matiz de la Sabiduría estable.

  John Milton

  Sight, Views, Black

  'Il Penseroso' (1645) l. 12

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• Nature, at all events, humanly speaking, is manifestly very fond of color; for she has made nothing without it. Her skies are blue; her fields, green; her waters vary with her skies; her animals, vegetables, minerals, are all colored. She paints a great any of them in apparently superfluous hues, as if to show the dullest eye how she loves color.

  Leigh Hunt

  Nature, Eye, Animal

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• It is general knowledge for anyone interested in color that subdued value, intensity and hue make for quieter, less adventuresome interiors. Stronger approaches need stronger knowledge, more experience and flair.

  Van Day Truex

  Color, Design, Stronger

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• The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror.

  Anais Nin

  Fall, Glasses, Mirrors

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• It was one of those sumptuous days when the world is full of autumn muskiness and tangy, crisp perfection: vivid blue sky, deep green fields, leaves in a thousand luminous hues. It is a truly astounding sight when every tree in a landscape becomes individual, when each winding back highway and plump hillside is suddenly and infinitely splashed with every sharp shade that nature can bestow - flaming scarlet, lustrous gold, throbbing vermilion, fiery orange.

  Bill Bryson

  Autumn, Green Fields, Sight

  FaceBook post by Bill Bryson from Sep 27, 2015

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• Once you jump in the ocean of love there's nothing to be done, just to be enjoyed, every wave of it, every hue of it, every touch of it. That is what one has to learn by reasoning that Sahaja Yoga is nothing but - is love.

  Nirmala Srivastava

  Love, Wisdom, Ocean

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• No hay más de cinco notas musicales, pero las combinaciones de estas cinco dan lugar a más melodías de las que jamás se podrán escuchar. No hay más de cinco colores primarios, pero en combinación producen más matices de los que jamás se podrán ver. No hay más de cinco sabores cardinales, pero sus combinaciones producen más sabores de los que jamás se podrán degustar.

  Sun Tzu

  Arte, Guerra, Rendimiento

  Sun Tzu (2017). "El arte de la guerra - El tratado militar más antiguo del mundo", p.55, Youcanprint.

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• In friendship's fragrant garden,
  There are flowers of every hue.
  Each with its own fair beauty
  And its gift of joy for you.
  Friendship's Garden
  
  If love were what the rose is,
  And I were like the leaf,
  Our lives would grow together
  In sad or singing weather.

  Algernon Charles Swinburne

  Flower, Garden, Weather

  "A Match" l. 1 (1866)

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• ¿No es éste un verdadero día de otoño? Justo la melancolía quieta que me encanta, que hace que la vida y la naturaleza armonicen. Los pájaros consultan sobre sus migraciones, los árboles se revisten de los tonos agitados o pálidos de la decadencia, y comienzan a esparcir por el suelo, para que las propias pisadas no perturben el reposo de la tierra y el aire, mientras nos regalan un aroma que es un perfecto anodino para el espíritu inquieto. ¡Delicioso otoño! Mi alma misma está unida a él, y si fuera un pájaro volaría por la tierra buscando los otoños sucesivos.

  George Eliot

  Fall, Autumn, Air

  George Eliot, John Walter Cross (2010). “George Eliot's Life, as Related in Her Letters and Journals”, p.92, Cambridge University Press

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• Afflictions have the same use and end to our souls, that frosty weather hath upon those clothes that are laid and bleaching, they alter the hue and make them white.

  John Flavel

  Christian, Weather, White

  John Flavel (1799). “Whole Works of the Rev. Mr. John Flavel”, p.407

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• The trees bathed their great heads in the waves of the morning, while their roots were planted deep in gloom; save where on the borders of the sunshine broke against their stems, or swept in long streams through their avenues, washing with brighter hue all the leaves over which it flowed; revealing the rich brown of the dacayed leaves and fallen pine-cones, and the delicate greens of the long grasses and tiny forests of moss that covered the channel over which it passed in the motionless rivers of light.

  George MacDonald

  Morning, Sunshine, Light

  George Macdonald (2013). “The Princess Treasury”, p.341, Simon and Schuster

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• In Physic, things of melancholic hue and quality are used against melancholy, sour against sour, salt to remove salt humors.

  John Milton

  Ayurveda, Quality, Salt

  Samson Agonistes Preface

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• To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it? And here again is a foreshadowing - the world will be made whole. For to wish for a hand on one's hair is all but to feel it. So whatever we may lose, very craving gives it back to us again.

  Marilynne Robinson

  Hair, Hands, Giving

  "Housekeeping". Book by Marilynne Robinson, 1980.

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• Estoy hecha para el otoño. El verano y yo tenemos una relación inconstante, pero todo lo que rodea al otoño es perfecto para mí. Los jerseys de lana, las botas Wellington, las bufandas, los calcetines finos primero y gruesos después. La luz rasante, las mañanas frescas, el frío en los dedos, esos últimos días cálidos y soleados antes de la lluvia y el viento. Sus tonos malhumorados y su paleta tenue, salpicada de vez en cuando por un brillante adiós naranja, escarlata o cobrizo. Ella es mi verdadero amor.

  Alys Fowler

  Verano, Adiós, Mañana

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• At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that night is still more richly coloured than the day; having hues of the most intense violets, blues and greens. If only you pay attention to it you will see that certain stars are lemon-yellow, others pink or a green, blue and forget-me-not brilliance. And without my expatiating on this theme it is obvious that putting little white dots on the blue-black is not enough to paint a starry sky.

  Vincent Van Gogh

  Stars, Night, Blue

  Vincent van Gogh (2014). “Delphi Complete Works of Vincent van Gogh (Illustrated)”, p.2897, Delphi Classics

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• Her pupils have taken on a lonely hue, like grey clouds reflected in a calm lake.

  Haruki Murakami

  Lonely, Taken, Lakes

  Haruki Murakami (2011). “After Dark”, p.152, Random House

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• The shadows of the room pool in the lines of our faces, draining our eyes of hue. "There's nothing left worth saying.

  Isaac Marion

  Eye, Shadow, Lines

  Isaac Marion (2016). “Warm Bodies and The New Hunger: A Special 5th Anniversary Edition”, p.148, Simon and Schuster

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• Hy gododin catann hue Hud a lledrith mal wyddan Gaunce ae bellawn wen cabri Varigal don Fincayra Dravia, dravia Fincayra (Talking trees and walking stones, Giants aare the island's bones. While this land our dance still knows, Varigal crowns Fincayra. Live long, live long Fincayra.

  T.A. Barron

  Islands, Talking, Long

  T. A. Barron (2011). “The Seven Songs”, p.187, Penguin

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• For I am Saruman the Wise, Saruman Ring-maker, Saruman of Many Colours!' I looked then and saw that his robes, which had seemed white, were not so, but were woven of all colours, and if he moved they shimmered and changed hue so that the eye was bewildered. I liked white better,' I said. White!' he sneered. 'It serves as a beginning. White cloth may be dyed. The white page can be overwritten; and the white light can be broken.' In which case it is no longer white,' said I. 'And he that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom.' - Gandalf

  J. R. R. Tolkien

  Wise, Eye, Light

  J.R.R. Tolkien (2012). “The Lord of the Rings: One Volume”, p.187, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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• A too closely watched flower/blossoms the wrong color./Excess attention to the jonquil/turns it gentian. Flowers/need it tranquil to get/their hues right. Some/only open at midnight.

  Kay Ryan

  Flower, Color, Midnight

  Kay Ryan (2007). “Say Uncle: Poems”, p.57, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

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• 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?

  Jeanette Winterson

  Strong, Heart, Blue

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• Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.

  David Mitchell

  Sky, Clouds, Soul

  David Mitchell (2008). “Cloud Atlas: A Novel”, p.308, Random House

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• Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapped power. Let us roll our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball And tear our pleasures with rough strife Through the iron gates of life: Thus, while we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.

  Andrew Marvell

  Deporte, Correr, Mañana

  c.1650-1652 'To His Coy Mistress' (published 1681).

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• But Valentine, why despair, why always paint the future in such sombre hues?" Maximilien asked. "Because, my friend, I judge it by the past.

  Alejandro Dumas

  Valentine, Past, Judging

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