Blue Quotes
We are all swimmers before the dawn of oxygen and earth. We all carry the memory of that breathable blue past.
We be light, we be life, we be fire! We sing electric flame, we rumble underground wind, we dance heaven! Come be we and be free!
The destination is not the journey. The destination is the person you choose to enjoy the journey with.
Why are you so angry?”His question surprised me, and I laughed a little. “This isn’t angry, ” I smirked. “This is just me. Get used to it.
I wish you could be kissed, Jane, ” he said. “Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this.” He flailed an arm toward the stars.
This night has no beginning and no end. It will last forever in the Blue Moon's memories. Bless us, lovers, Mother Moon, if we will never meet again.
Give mea moon-blanket nightto keep me warma long-gone smileto comfort mea pair of rain-blue eyesto haunt mea simple soul...to love me.
...and so many colorsI will have seen...the menacing greysand pine greensthe soft pink and purplesof springand summer blueand so many otherswithout you.
... paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...
If You Are Feeling Blue, Try To Paint The Sky With It. When Its Done, Look At It And Then Definitely The Golden Sun Will Come Out From You To Brighten Up Your Entire Day....
Her blue eyes glowed headlight red into my leafy greens. Those eyes were freaky.
English does not distinguish between arrogant-up (irreverence toward the temporarily powerful) and arrogant-down (directed at the small guy).
Gazing into his eyes, I was lost in their intensity. It was like looking into the bluest sky and carrying on to infinity. I felt mesmerised, hypnotised and transfixed all at once.
Forget vampires, ” he laughed dismissively. “Who wants to drink blood for eternity? What we have discovered is far more seductive and a great deal more dangerous…
The American and Russian capabilities in space science and technology mesh
Complete people gaze into the blue sky above, plunge into the center of the earth below, and run freely in the eight directions without even a change of mood.
I don't care to be pretty, " Blue shot back hotly, "I care to look on the outside like I look on the inside.
Where do you go when you're lonely?Where do you go when you're blue?Where do you go when you're lonely?I'll follow youWhen the stars go blue.
It was strange walking through the empty apartment. My battered purple room was gone, Brittany’s bruised blue was gone. Two coats covered everything. It was like none of it had ever happened.
Listen to the whisper of the ocean. See the beauty of her crystal blue eyes. Enjoy the hug of her warm, joyful and dancing beauty. Feel her deep driving desire in her waves.
:...For animals and birds are like people, too, though they do not talk the same or do the same things. Without them the earth would be an unhappy place.
Maybe the moral of the legend is that we are all carved, created, and formed by a master hand. Maybe we are all works of art.
There are marvelous sea creatures whose existences can be viewed only within the deep blue sea, and similarly we all have dear secrets that can be spoken only in the habitat of the heart.
He stops rocking and looks into my eyes. We’re inches apart and I’m mesmerized by the tiny flecks of indigo in his blue eyes. A girl could drown in those eyes. And it wouldn’t be the worst way to go.
Don’t you worry, darlin’, ” he says, his intensely blue eyes full of mischief. “I like surprises
I peek up at his features, at the crooked grin i want to savor, at the color in his eyes i'd use to paint a million pictures.
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him.
I should've known the eyes. Wide, bright blue, and something about the delicate arc of the lids: a cat's slant, a pale jeweled girl in an old painting, a secret.
For a moment, his pupils flickered blue, like there were tiny bathypelagic fish swimming in the deep trenches of his eyeballs.
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arctic region – very foreign, exotic, clearly a place you’ve never dreamed of going.
I have a suspicion that when first built, Stonehenge may have glowed blue with St. Elmo's fire during certain times of the year
None of us can help where we were scattered, Blue. But none of us has to remain where we were scattered.
Already this sun was pouring its wrath into the blue Indian ocean where swordfish and marlin cruised like silver-blue attenuated warheads in their green-gold depths...
Lords of blue and Lords of gold, Lords of wind and waters wild, Lords of time that's growing old, When will come the season mild?When will come blue Madoc's child?
I wonder if Blue knows she’s repainting her room.I wonder if he’s asking if she wants a ride to the party tonight.I wonder if he knows what being strangled feels like.
And what if that news anchor is creepy? He's too smooth, and he has that hairpiece.
