Markus Zusak Quotes

The whole world, as we experience it visually, comes to us through the mystic realm of color.

The sky itself is the eighth color of the rainbow, spread over the whole sky for us, all the time.

Color is a matter of taste and of sensitivity.

I'm a visual thinker. With almost all of my writing, I start with something that's visual: either the way someone says something that is visual or an actual visual description of a scene and color.

And I thought about the color and I realized what blue it was. It was the soft and changeable, essential blue of a well-worn pair of pants. Pants = Love

Color is everything. When color is right, form is right.

The mountain trembled like an earthquake. Dust flew into the sky. And the rock turned dark red, like the color of blood'. 'How would you know?' Asks Sindhi cap. 'You only have a black and white television'. 'But it's a very good one. You can almost see colours.

Color must be thought, imagined, dreamed.

Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment. To such an extent indeed that one day, finding myself at the deathbed of a woman who had been and still was very dear to me, I caught myself in the act of focusing on her temples and automatically analyzing the succession of appropriately graded colors which death was imposing on her motionless face.

Color is crucial in painting, but it is very hard to talk about. There is almost nothing you can say that holds up as a generalization, because it depends on too many factors: size, modulation, the rest of the field, a certain consistency that color has with forms, and the statement you're trying to make.

Personally, I like a chocolate-colored sky, dark, dark chocolate.

When I put a green, it is not grass. When I put a blue, it is not the sky.

Colors pursue me like a constant worry. They even worry me in my sleep.

Color which, like music, is a matter of vibrations, reaches what is most general and therefore most indefinable in nature: its inner power.

All colors made me happy: even gray. My eyes were such that literally they Took photographs.

Our entire being is nourished by color.

Color is crucial in painting, but it is very hard to talk about.

I never allowed myself the luxury of those brilliant, beautiful colors until I went to India and saw people walking around in them or dragging them in the mud. I realised they were not so artificial.

All painting worth its name, unless one is talking about black and white, must include the idea of color as one of its necessary supports, in the same way that it includes chiaroscuro, proportion, and perspective.

The locomotives are black. The coal is black. The tracks are black. The night is black. So what am I going to do with color?

In the hierarchy of colors, green represents the social middle class, self-satisfied, immovable, narrow.

Color cannot stand alone.

Simple colours can affect the intimate feelings with all the more force because they are simple.

Everything that you can see in the world around you presents itself to your eyes only as an arrangement of patches of different colors.

Color is like cooking. The cook puts in more or less salt, that's the difference!