Muse of the Day
I’ve been 40 years discovering that the queen of all colors was black. Pierre-Auguste Renoir
I’ve been 40 years discovering that the queen of all colors was black. Pierre-Auguste Renoir
The sky is already purple; the first few stars have appeared, suddenly, as if someone had thrown a handful of silver across the edge of the world. Alice Hoffman, Here on Earth
I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids. Janet Fitch, White Oleander
Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint. Pablo Picasso
Each day has a color, a smell. Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, The Mistress of Spices
People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and its ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them. Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds
Phyllida’s hair was where her power resided. It was expensively set into a smooth dome, like a band shell for the presentation of that long-running act, her face. Jeffrey Eugenides, The Marriage Plot
Her own hair was a glory of copper fire that morning, shining like a whisky still, long and loose in gentle flames down her back. Elizabeth Wein, The Pearl Thief