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quotes by topic Blue

" Blue skies Smiling at me Nothing but blue skies Do I see Bluebirds Singing a song Nothing but bluebirds All day long "

Sky , Song , Blue

" My experiences remind me that it's those black clouds that make the blue skies even more beautiful. "

Sky , Beautiful , Blue

" If we Americans are to survive it will have to be because we choose and elect and defend to be first of all Americans; to present to the world one homogeneous and unbroken front, whether of white Americans or black ones or purple or blue or green... If we in America have reached that point in our desperate culture when we must murder children, no matter for what reason or what color, we don't deserve to survive, and probably won't. "

William Faulkner

Children , Color , Blue

" The sun is up, the sky is blue It's beautiful, and so are you. "

Beautiful , Blue

" Whenever I feel blue, I start breathing again. "

Death , Life , Breathing , Blue

" Blue Book was now under direct orders to debunk. . . I remember the conversations around the conference table in which it was suggested that Walt Disney or some educational cartoon producer be enlisted in [the] debunking process. "

Book , Blue , Educational

" Cerulean left. I wondered if she was from Flower Planet. Blue flowers were rare - one might take a name from that. "

Stephenie Meyer

Blue

" Horror is a shock, a time of utter blindness. Horror lacks every hint of beauty. All we can see is the piercing light of an unknown event awaiting us. Sadness, on the other hand, assumes we are in the know... The light of horror thus lost its harshness, and the world was bathed in a gentle, bluish light that actually beautified it. "

Blue

" Eccolo!‚Äù he exclaimed.At the same moment the ground gave way, and with a cry she fell out of the wood. Light and beauty enveloped her. She had fallen on to a little open terrace, which was covered with violets from end to end.‚ÄúCourage!‚Äù cried her companion, now standing some six feet above. ‚ÄúCourage and love.‚ÄùShe did not answer. From her feet the ground sloped sharply into view, and violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts, irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying round the tree stems, collecting into pools in the hollows, covering the grass with spots of azure foam. But never again were they in such profusion; this terrace was the well-head, the primal source whence beauty gushed out to water the earth.Standing at its brink, like a swimmer who prepares, was the good man. But he was not the good man that she had expected, and he was alone.George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her, as one who had fallen out of heaven. He saw radiant joy in her face, he saw the flowers beat against her dress in blue waves. The bushes above them closed. He stepped quickly forward and kissed her‚Ä¶ "

Blue

" With the first jolt he was in daylight; they had left the gateways of King‚Äôs Cross, and were under blue sky. Tunnels followed, and after each the sky grew bluer, and from the embankment at Finsbury Park he had his first sight of the sun. It rolled along behind the eastern smokes ‚Äî a wheel, whose fellow was the descending moon ‚Äî and as yet it seemed the servant of the blue sky, not its lord. He dozed again. Over Tewin Water it was day. To the left fell the shadow of the embankment and its arches; to the right Leonard saw up into the Tewin Woods and towards the church, with its wild legend of immortality. Six forest trees ‚Äî that is a fact ‚Äî grow out of one of the graves in Tewin churchyard. The grave‚Äôs occupant ‚Äî that is the legend ‚Äî is an atheist, who declared that if God existed, six forest trees would grow out of her grave. These things in Hertfordshire; and farther afield lay the house of a hermit ‚Äî Mrs. Wilcox had known him ‚Äî who barred himself up, and wrote prophecies, and gave all he had to the poor. While, powdered in between, were the villas of business men, who saw life more steadily, though with the steadiness of the half-closed eye. Over all the sun was streaming, to all the birds were singing, to all the primroses were yellow, and the speedwell blue, and the country, however they interpreted her, was uttering her cry of ‚Äúnow. ‚Äù She did not free Leonard yet, and the knife plunged deeper into his heart as the train drew up at Hilton. But remorse had become beautiful. "

Atheism , Blue

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