46041. “If all you do it “live with it”… then that’s not much of a life.” ― Ichigo Takano April 3, 2022
46040. “I started at the beginning, the escape. Fleeing through the forest, meeting a new danger at every turn, the desperation that came with trying to protect everyone when you could barely take care of yourself. The boy with the bottomless dark eyes, the betrayal, the fire, the smoke. And by the time I realized I had told him my own story, Jude was fast asleep, tucked firmly into dreams.” ― Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade April 3, 2022
46039. “I thought I had escaped the monsters, that I’d left them locked up behind an electric fence. But the shadows were alive, and they had chased me here.” ― Alexandra Bracken April 3, 2022
46038. “If you ever cry alone again…or even if the day comes where you just find living to be painful…then I promise I’ll save you again and again.” ― Takano Ichigo April 3, 2022
46037. “All grown-ups were once children… but only few of them remember it.” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince” ― ilana Graf April 3, 2022
46036. “Peeling an Orange Between you and a bowl of oranges I lie nude Reading The World’s Illusion through my tears. You reach across me hungry for global fruit, Your bare arm hard, furry and warm on my belly. Your fingers pry the skin of a naval orange Releasing tiny explosions of spicy oil. You place peeled disks of gold in a bizarre pattern On my white body. Rearranging, you bend and bite The disks to release further their eager scent. I say “Stop, you’re tickling,” my eyes still on the page. Aromas of groves arise. Through green leaves Glow the lofty snows. Through red lips Your white teeth close on a translucent segment. Your face over my face eclipses The World’s Illusion. Pulp and juice pass into my mouth from your mouth. We laugh against each other’s lips. I hold my book Behind your head, still reading, still weeping a little. You say “Read on, I’m just an illusion,” rolling Over upon me soothingly, gently unmoving, Smiling greenly through long lashes. And soon I say “Don’t stop. Don’t disillusion me.” Snows melt. The mountain silvers into many a stream. The oranges are golden worlds in a dark dream.” ― Virginia Adair, Ants on the Melon: a Collection of Poems April 3, 2022
46035. “Orange strengthens your emotional body, encouraging a general feeling of joy, well-being, and cheerfulness. Orange vibration foods are: oranges, tangerines, apricots, mangoes, peaches and carrots.” ― Tae Yun Kim, The First Element: Secrets to Maximizing Your Energy April 3, 2022
46034. “Jude was down there. He was down there. And the last place I would ever leave Jude was alone in the dark.” ― Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade April 3, 2022
46033. “He and Volnay are two shades of the same color, her deep auburn a complement to his brighter, brasher cinnamon. He has light hazel eyes, squished-up floppy ears, and a large square head atop a body that is built like a little tank. He looks a lot like a miniature orange mastiff. His paws are enormous. Not to mention some other obvious parts of his anatomy. This isn’t going to be some elegant little thirty-pound girl. This is a serious BOY dog. And he’s going to be HUGE. But he does have the advantage of being a puppy, and all puppies are adorable so that you don’t kill them. He’s curled up in Benji’s arms, licking his ear, and I can’t help it, he is pretty goddamned cute. I’m in real trouble.” ― Stacey Ballis, Out to Lunch April 3, 2022
46030. “Danielle wore a simple bias-cut gown of the palest blush silk- one of her own designs- with white roses and jasmine braided into her thick auburn hair swept up from the nape of her neck, onto which she’d applied a new perfume she’d blended with a corresponding harmony just for the wedding. She carried the flowers of Bellerose: mimosa, rose, jasmine, violet, and orange blossom, twined into a voluptuous bouquet that spilled from her hand. Jon stood before her, his velvety brown eyes sparkling with flecks of gold. She drank in the delicious, virile smell of him, loving how the scent of his skin melded with the perfume she had blended for him for this day- blood orange and orange blossom, patchouli and sandalwood, cinnamon and clove. She had devised a salty note, too, and added the sea’s airy freshness.” ― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph April 3, 2022
46029. “I hate the idea that animals or trees or anything might get hurt. I had dreams about it for months afterwards.” ― Michael Sandison April 3, 2022
46028. “When an orange tastes like an onion, the knife takes the blame. But it is the one who handed us the knife that should be questioned.” ― Paul Bamikole April 3, 2022
46027. “Os querubes cantan ao redor do trono de luz e tocan guitarras eléctricas Fender Jazzmaster, a través de amplificadores Orange, con moitos pedais EarthQuaker Devices.” ― Alexandre Alphonse, O Ceo de Santiago April 3, 2022
46026. “I am captivated by the beautiful colors of Fall, Show me,show me, Show me All! Orange, yellow, purple, reddish-brown, And the rustling of the leaves as they fall to the ground.” ― Charmaine J. Forde April 3, 2022
46025. “Jenny’s admonition had the desired effect. Ned drew a deep breath and thrust his arm gingerly into the bag, his mouth puckered in distaste. The expression on his face flickered from queasy horror to confusion. From there, it flew headlong into outright bafflement. Shaking his head, he pulled his fist from the bag and turned his hand palm up. For a long moment, the two men stared at the offending lump. It was brightly colored. It was round. It was— “An orange?” Lord Blakely rubbed his forehead. “Not quite what I expected.” He scribbled another notation. “We live in enlightened times,” Jenny murmured.” ― Courtney Milan, Proof by Seduction April 3, 2022
46024. “The chaplain glanced at the bridge table that served as his desk and saw only the abominable orange-red, pear-shaped, plum tomato he had obtained that same morning from Colonel Cathcart, still lying on its side where he had forgotten it like an indestructible and incarnadine symbol of his own ineptitude.” ― Joseph Heller, Catch-22 April 3, 2022
46023. “I felt myself falling deeper into the world that was Jase Ballenger. “Never. Not a thousand tomorrow’s could I ever be sorry. Trouble with you makes me glad for it. I love you with every breath I will ever breathe. I love you Jase.” “More than an orange?” he asked between kisses. “Let’s not get carried away, Patrei.” ― Mary E. Pearson, Vow of Thieves April 3, 2022
46022. “I hope that in the future… we’re as close as we are now… always.” ― Ichigo Takano, Orange: The Complete Collection, Volume 1 April 3, 2022
46021. “The orange of the golden carp appeared at the edge of the pond. . . . We watched in silence at the beauty and grandeur of the great fish. Out of the corners of my eyes I saw Cico hold his hand to his breast as the golden carp glided by. Then with a switch of his powerful tail the golden carp disappeared into the shadowy water under the thicket.” ― Rudolfo Anaya, Bless Me, Ultima April 3, 2022
46020. “Meanwhile the sunsets are mad orange fools raging in the gloom….” ― Jack Kerouac, Desolation Angels April 3, 2022
46019. “Last comes the class of persons, of nervous organization and enfeebled vigour, whose sensual appetite craves highly seasoned dishes, men of a hectic, over-stimulated constitution. Their eyes almost invariably hanker after that most irritating and morbid of colours, with its artificial splendours and feverish acrid gleams,-orange.” ― Joris-Karl Huysmans April 3, 2022
46018. “FALLING IN LOVE WITH OCTOBER Leaves descending to the ground, Orange, magenta, green & brown The cool crisp breezes in the air, Autumn season must be here” ― Charmaine J Forde April 3, 2022
46017. “I grew up in a utopia, I did. California when I was a child was a child’s paradise, I was healthy, well fed, well clothed, well housed. I went to school and there were libraries with all the world in them and after school I played in orange groves and in Little League and in the band and down at the beach and every day was an adventure. . . . I grew up in utopia.” ― Kim Stanley Robinson, Pacific Edge April 3, 2022
46016. “You are actually the worst person I have ever met,” Chubs said. “And people like you are the reason we have middle fingers.” ― Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade April 3, 2022
46015. “In my head, the sky is blue, the grass is green and cats are orange.” ― Jim Davis, In Dog Years I’d be Dead: Garfield at 25 April 3, 2022
46014. “- It’s a bit late to say something now… I’ll just live with it! – If all you do is «live with it»… then that’s not much of a life.” (p.50)” ― Ichigo Takano, Orange: The Complete Collection, Volume 1 April 3, 2022
46013. “Maybe it’s impossible to live life without any regrets. Even when you know the future… you’ll still mess up.” (p.163)” ― Ichigo Takano, Orange: The Complete Collection, Volume 1 April 3, 2022
46011. “«Regrets»… I regret how timid and meek I was back then… always telling myself that I couldn’t do anything, never even daring to try. That’s definitely something I regret. ” (p.330)” ― Ichigo Takano, Orange: The Complete Collection, Volume 1 April 3, 2022
46010. “Where do I come into all of this? Am I just some animal or dog?’ And that started them off govoreeting real loud and throwing slovos at me. So I creeched louder still, creeching: ‘Am I just to be like a clockwork orange?” ― Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange April 3, 2022
46009. “I was drinking in the surroundings: air so crisp you could snap it with your fingers and greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by autumnal flashes of red and yellow.” ― Wendy Delsol, Stork April 3, 2022
46008. “Orange? Like Effie’s hair?” I say. “A bit more muted,” he says. “More like sunset.” ― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire April 3, 2022
46007. “I feel a little dizzy,” said Orion. “But also wonderfully elated. I feel that I am on the verge of finding a rhyme for the word orange.” “Oxygen deprivation,” said Foaly. “Or maybe it’s just him.” ― Eoin Colfer, The Atlantis Complex April 3, 2022
46006. “Plants are more courageous than almost all human beings: an orange tree would rather die than produce lemons, whereas instead of dying the average person would rather be someone they are not.” ― Mokokoma Mokhonoana April 3, 2022
31213. “I gave up on you Not because I couldn’t keep fighting But For the way you kept blaming on these colors I have in my pocket, Though it’s you who were a color blind …” ― Samiha Totanji February 13, 2021
31212. “You do not understand what you have done to me. The sky inside me gets a little more colorful, every time I see you. A little more feather gets added to my weak wings, every time you touch me. It is hard for me to let you go now after seeing how beautiful the sky inside me can get and how strong my wings can become when you are around me.” ― Akshay Vasu, The Abandoned Paradise: Unraveling the beauty of untouched thoughts and dreams February 13, 2021
31211. “I keep hoping that I’ll come up with something. To express the love of two lovers by the marriage of two complementary colours, their blending and their contrast, the mysterious vibrations of related tones. To express that thought of a brow by the radiance of a light tone against a dark background. To express hope by some star. Someone’s passion by the radiance of the setting sun.” ― Vincent van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh February 13, 2021
31210. “I suppose we all see colors outside our usual spectrum in certain people. And the saddest part of life is having known what it looks like and saying goodbye while a quiet part of you hopelessly searches for it forever in shades of blue, red, and yellow. Perhaps all my writing is just a telling to others of the color I saw.” ― Karl Kristian Flores, Cardiac Ablation February 13, 2021
31209. “One night I went for a walk by the sea along the empty shore. It was not gay, but neither was it sad; it was- beautiful. The deep blue sky was flicked with clouds of a blue deeper than the fundamental blue of intense cobalt, and others of a clearer blue, like the blue whiteness of the Milky Way. On the blue depth the stars were sparkling, greenish, yellow, white, rose, brighter, flashing more like jewels than they do even in Paris. The sea was a very deep ultramarine.” ― Vincent van Gogh, Dear Theo: The Autobiography of Vincent Van Gogh February 13, 2021
31208. “Pink (AQ=86) Pink comes after Red.” ― Reza Negarestani, Cyclonopedia: Complicity with Anonymous Materials February 13, 2021
31207. “the sun shines down upon us, the lucky ones…you’re the radiant autumn leaves, so bright and vibrant, so vivid and ablaze with warming colors…i am your reflection in the river, only just a bit darker, and hazy opaque, and slightly blurred, more cooled by the waters (but still burning for you)…but we’re complimentary mirrors to each other, such beautiful simplicity, two incomplete parts of the perfect whole, we are together one the same…one love in the glowing light” ― Bodhi Smith, Bodhi Smith Impressionist Photography February 13, 2021
31206. “Usually, a fire is red and orange and yellow and black. The fire in the library was colorless. You could look right through it, as if it were sheet of glass. Where the flame had any color, it was pale blue. It was so hot that it appeared icy.” ― Susan Orlean, The Library Book February 13, 2021
31205. “Buttoning up my new damson wool redingote, I put on my other new purchases, a hat trimmed with sable and matching muff and tippet. I had at last found costumes that suited my character: gowns in rich sapphire blues, purples, and emeralds, tight-sleeved and high-waisted. Our neighbor the milliner had taught me a voguish way with broad-brimmed hats, worn at the tilt Van Dyke fashion, with feathers and rosettes.” ― Martine Bailey, A Taste for Nightshade February 13, 2021
31204. “Dreams that splashed myriad colors on his mind’s gray canvas!” ― Avijeet Das February 13, 2021
31203. “She wasn’t particularly artistic, but without thought she knew the combination that would get her the color she wanted. Last night she’d arrived at a rich royal made up of layered cobalt blue and indigo, and she knew exactly what it would taste like. Dry, but not bitter, with a bold apple finish. Not shy of what it was, but proud and majestic. Tonight the greens she sketched spoke to her of gentle whispers and a soft sweetness, with just a lilt of apple, but very refreshing.” ― Amy E. Reichert, The Simplicity of Cider February 13, 2021
31202. “The stones had come from their orchard, unearthed when the first generation of Lunds began planting the orchard four generations ago. The stones varied in color and shape, from light gray limestone to rusty red granite, each highlighted by the golden light. Above the inset wooden mantel hung a huge collage of watercolor paintings, comprised of six-inch squares, each showcasing a different variety of apple grown in the orchard set against a distinguishing hue.” ― Amy E. Reichert, The Simplicity of Cider February 13, 2021
31201. “It had withstood the years. His knife sliced it open and the cork was still intact beneath. For a moment the scent was so immediately pungent that all he could do was endure it, teeth clenched, as it worked its will on him. It smelled earthy and a little sour, like the canal in midsummer, with a sharpness which reminded him of the vegetable cutter and the gleeful tang of freshly dug potatoes. For a second the illusion was so strong that he was actually there in that vanished place with Joe leaning on his spade and the radio wedged in a fork in a tree. A sudden overwhelming excitement took hold of him and he poured a small quantity of the wine into a glass, trying not to spill the liquid in his eagerness. It was dusky pink, like papaya juice, and it seemed to climb the sides of the glass in a frenzy of anticipation, as if something inside it were alive and anxious to work its magic on his flesh.” ― Joanne Harris, Blackberry Wine February 13, 2021
31199. “The purer the elements, the purer the work. In painting, there are two methods of expression, form and color; and the purer the colors, the purer the beauty of the work.” ― Anna Gavalda, Hunting and Gathering February 13, 2021
31198. “Yes! The rosy fingers of dawn had finally slipped through the fog and gently pulled it apart, separating the tendrils, weakening it. Wendy watched in fascination. She almost never saw the sunrise except in winter and that was through her window, under the gray sprawl of London Town. Nothing like this. As the sea lightened and the sky began to clear, the two elements resolved themselves into colors unlike anything she was used to: brilliant emerald and deep aquamarine, pellucid azure and shining lapis. It was so storybook perfect she wouldn’t have been surprised at all if the sun came out with a great smiley face drawn on it.” ― Liz Braswell, Straight On Till Morning February 13, 2021
31197. “Pain is the paper within which the greatest growth is wrapped; despite the fact that this kind of paper can come in the worst of colors.” ― Craig D Lounsbrough February 13, 2021
31196. “Lydia can’t see it from the dark place where she is, but she can sense it. She knows that it’s the perfect time of day out there in the desert. She imagines the colors making a show of themselves outside. The glittering gray pavement, the aching red land. The colors streaking flamboyantly across the sky. When she closes her eyes, she can see them, the paint in the firmament. Dazzling. Purple, yellow, orange, pink, and blue. She can see those perfect colors, hot and bright, a feathered headdress. Beneath, the landscape stretches out its arms.” ― Jeanine Cummins, American Dirt February 13, 2021
31195. “I watched the sunset last night. And given the utter brilliance of it, I likely sat in the company of thousands who found themselves awash in its blaze of colors as well. But sadly, it is just as likely that I was surrounded by thousands of others who never saw the colors because they were awash in lesser things. And I realized that far too often I am in the company of those people. Therefore, I’ll be sitting outside tonight.” ― Craig D. Lounsbrough February 13, 2021
31194. “together our colors sing, ablaze with a melody of passion hues drenched with reds, and yellows, and oranges, mellowed by greens, and cooling blues… floating silently upon the morning breeze, we’re autumn’s leaves falling from trees, landing in the river floating quietly away, upon still waters, wrapped around colorful sighs, a simple, single, infinite moment of living to love” ― Bodhi Smith, Bodhi Smith Impressionist Photography February 13, 2021
31193. “The special was a tomato salad with bacon, basil, and blue cheese. It was a work of art. Fiona had found a rainbow of heirloom tomatoes- red, orange, yellow, green, purple, yellow with green stripes- and she stacked them on the plate in a tower as colorful as children’s blocks.” ― Elin Hilderbrand, The Blue Bistro February 13, 2021
31192. “We were lost then. And talking about dark! You think dark is just one color, but it ain’t. There’re five or six kinds of black. Some silky, some woolly. Some just empty. Some like fingers. And it don’t stay still. It moves and changes from one kind of black to another. Saying something is pitch black is like saying something is green. What kind of green? Green like my bottles? Green like a grasshopper? Green like a cucumber, lettuce, or green like the sky is just before it breaks loose to storm? Well, night black is the same way. May as well be a rainbow.” ― Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon February 13, 2021
31191. “Você é todas as cores em uma, em pleno brilho.” ― Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places February 13, 2021
31190. “she said simply, ‘my favorite color is you’…and that’s all it took for my heart to be ablaze with love” ― Bodhi Smith, Bodhi Smith Impressionist Photography February 13, 2021
31189. “Atmospheric dust billows in polychromed glitter above me, the vibrant, shimmering haze decorating the blue-blackness of space, and its luminous, variegated hues remind me of the one wish I made on countless stars—I wanted to live in a world of colors, where I could travel to bright and exotic places, where I could see and do magical things. Well, here I am in the most exotic of places, in a world of vivid radiance, with magic all around me. How was I to know the countless times I made that wish I should have specified that those places be free of evil monsters?” ― Garten Gevedon, Dorothy in the Land of Monsters February 13, 2021
31188. “Leaves are love letters that fall from the sky, in the brightest of colors see how they fly! from the fall/autumn poem, Step Out in Color!” ― Suzy Davies, Celebrate The Seasons February 13, 2021
31187. “our life is a coloring book…together we color our world onto the vibrant pages with our radiant hues, saturating and warming our lives with a beauty that’s so filled with colorful luminosity, just like sparkling sunbeams shining through a thousand colorful leaves ablaze on autumn trees” ― Bodhi Smith, Bodhi Smith Impressionist Photography February 13, 2021
31186. “That night I passed by some old places. Everything looked the same way I left it, The same way I always loved and went crazy for. But that moment nothing felt the same; The light has gone and the sparks has dimmed in my eyes. It seems like those places has forever been colorless , but the colors were always there; deep in my eyes …” ― Samiha Totanji February 13, 2021
31185. “If we put the sterile mechanism of our brain on hold, we can view an ocean of enticing eye-opening perspectives. Life offers us an array of choices allowing us to discover a spray of overpowering colors, and hear overwhelming new sounds, and smell the intense fragrances of nature. (“The final decision” )” ― Erik Pevernagie February 13, 2021
31184. “Cutting and polishing an opal is a great skill. The outer casing has to be removed with a diamond saw and then it is shaped. The Romans mastered the art thousands of years ago.” Della ran her finger over the stone. “Where did the name opal come from?” “From the Sanskrit meaning ‘precious stone,’ and later the Greek derivative opallios, meaning ‘a change of color’.” ― Tea Cooper, The Woman in the Green Dress February 13, 2021
31183. “The mule took out two small jars, one of a white gooey texture and another of a blueish red liquid that wasn’t purple because the mule had skipped art class when he was younger” ― J.S. Mason, The Satyrist…And Other Scintillating Treats February 13, 2021
31182. “The voiceover promised a baker in Terre Haute, Indiana, who saw colors when he heard music, every note bringing with it a vivid shade on the color spectrum. There was a flutist in Hamburg, Germany, who experienced flavors as shapes and textures. Her favorite was white asparagus, which was a pleasing hexagonal form with smooth bumps all over its surface. There was a writer in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, who saw all her words in colors because each letter of the alphabet appeared to her in a different hue. According to the voiceover, the name of the writer’s hometown, with its preponderance of vowels, which were jewel tones of reds and oranges and pinks, was her favorite word.” ― Monique Truong, Bitter in the Mouth February 13, 2021
31181. “He and Volnay are two shades of the same color, her deep auburn a complement to his brighter, brasher cinnamon. He has light hazel eyes, squished-up floppy ears, and a large square head atop a body that is built like a little tank. He looks a lot like a miniature orange mastiff. His paws are enormous. Not to mention some other obvious parts of his anatomy. This isn’t going to be some elegant little thirty-pound girl. This is a serious BOY dog. And he’s going to be HUGE. But he does have the advantage of being a puppy, and all puppies are adorable so that you don’t kill them. He’s curled up in Benji’s arms, licking his ear, and I can’t help it, he is pretty goddamned cute. I’m in real trouble.” ― Stacey Ballis, Out to Lunch February 13, 2021
31180. “Anger, he smiles, towering in shiny metallic purple armor. Queen Jealousy Envy waits behind him—her fire green gown sneers at the grassy ground. Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted, they quietly understand. Once-happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready, But wondering why the fight is on. But they’re all bold as love…just ask the Axis. Red, so confident, he flashes trophies of war and ribbons of euphoria. Orange is young, full of daring, But very unsteady for the first go-round. Yellow in this case is not so mellow, In fact, I’m trying to say, it’s frightened like me. And all these emotions of mine keeps holding me back from giving my life to rainbow you.” ― Jimi Hendrix, Cherokee Mist: The Lost Writings February 13, 2021
31179. “What I know is that those few days I spent with Sam will be forever like a glittering dream when life seemed, briefly, to have been painted in more vivid colours. But every bright colour fades in the end.” ― Mike Hockney, The Millionaires’ Death Club February 13, 2021
31178. “Pink was fuchsia without grit; pale and lifeless as a bedsheet worn thin from too much washing” ― Elif Shafak, 10 Minutes 38 Seconds in This Strange World February 13, 2021
31177. “She scanned the mess on the floor where several of the book’s pages were bent, and the glass of the frame had a single crack etched across it. Bending over, Helen picked up the picture. Through shades of black and white, her mother radiated up at her. When The Wizard of Oz had come out with color, everyone had been amazed, Helen included. But after the film, while the others talked about the munchkins’ hair and Emerald City and Glinda’s dress, Helen realized that the color made you see things. Black and white made you see souls.” ― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean’s Daughter February 13, 2021