colors

No one is an outside observer of nature,We're defined by our environment and our interaction with that environment -- by our ecology. And that ecology is necessarily relative, historical and empirical.

I had seen the world as either white or black.It is only when I read the pages of her diary that I understood why the sky looked so grey.

A relationship that is truly genuine does not keep changing its colors. Real gold never rusts. If a relationship is really solid and golden, it will be unbreakable. Not even Time can destroy its shine.

In her eyes was the reflection of everything that mattered: old diners with neon signs, vinyl records, celluloid film, drive-in movies, Pears soap, department stores, her brother__ old blue Camaro car and the smell of coal dust in the rainy sky of a summer lightning storm._And all the nice bright colors of the past that she thought were gone for good came flowing back into her life like a wave of nostalgia flooding over her, reds, yellows, blues and greens drenching her gray memories in psychedelic ribbons and glittering fireworks._She hoped that the world would always hold those miniscule yet beautiful, deep and mysterious traces of memory.

In the beginning was the word and the word was love and love was imagination. When love takes us through the sun-dappled garden of our imagination, no stalking horses can perturb the rainbow in our mind or fade out its bright colors reflecting in the blue sky of our memory. ("Alpha and Omega")

Life is like a painting. Imagine it, hit and try drawing with the pencil of first steps, fill in the colors of happiness, correct the mistakes with eraser of love and forgiveness; thus, one dream project is accomplished. Create such masterpieces just like that.

If we dare to dream, we must dare to wake up. When we come to rub our eyes wide open and face up to realness, we can clear our vision and curb a whirlwind of bewilderment that might break our mind apart, once fantasy wrangles with reality and our awareness denies the true colors of facts. ("Behind the frosted glass_)

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.

my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.

Distressed Hearts Have Similar Vibrations.

Liking colors doesn't make you shallow.It gives you depth!

Pink makes me smile.Pink makes me laugh.Pink makes me love her.Pink makes it all worthwhile.

Pink colors my world!

Colors don't come in shapes.They come in depth.

Dad?" Jesus asked."Yes, son?" God replied."What came before colors?" Jesus asked."What do you mean?" God asked."Well, before we had colors. What was there?" Jesus asked."We've always had colors," God said."What about the darkness then?" Jesus asked."That's black," God said."So colors come from black," Jesus said."Yes, if you want to keep your colors vibrant, you need to keep them in something black and then when they come out, they're beautiful and full of life," God said."Now that I know darkness is full of colors, I won't be afraid of it anymore," Jesus said.God smiled, "You should never be scared of darkness. It's just a box with colors in. That's all." Jesus laughed and smiled. He wasn't afraid anymore.

Never had there been a time when sound, color, and feeling hadn__ been intertwined, when a dirty, rolling bass line hadn__ induced violets that suffused him with thick contentment, when the shades of certain chords sliding up to one another hadn__ produced dusty pastels that made him feel like he was cupping a tiny, golden bird. It wasn__ just music but also rumbling trains and rainstorms, occasional voices, a collective din. Colors and textures appeared in front of him, bouncing in time to the rhythm, or he__ get a flash of color in his mind, an automatic sensation of a tone, innate as breathing.

NEVER LIVE A LIE BECAUSE"THEY"WON'T ACCEPT YOUR TRUTH!

THE WISER I GET....THE LESS I SPEAK, THE MORE I THINK AND THE MORE THOUGHTFUL MY WORDS BECOME"~QWANA M. "BABYGIRL" REYNOLDS-FRASIER