Ludwig Wittgenstein Quotes

How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of 'Green'?

We never really perceive what color is physically!

The light is there, and colors surround us. However, if there were no light nor colors in our own eye, we wouldn't perceive such things outside of us.

Every perception of color is an illusion, we do not see colors as they really are. In our perception they alter one another.

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 sensitivity in material form, substance in its purest form.

Do you see those colors? Take them!

In visual perception a color is almost never seen as it really is - as it physically is. This fact makes color the most relative medium in art.

Color is a matter of taste and of sensitivity.

We think we receive all that we perceive, but in fact, we actually give the sky its colour.

The world speaks to me in colors, my soul answers in music.

Color must be thought, imagined, dreamed.

But surely, speaking carefully, we do not sense 'red' and 'blue' any more than 'resemblance' (or 'qualities' any more than 'relations'): we sense something of which we might say, if we wished to talk about it, that 'this is red.'

The word "Blue" does not mean the sensation caused by a gentian on the human eye; but it means the power of producing that sensation: and this power is always there, in the thing, whether we are there to experience it or not, and would remain there though there were not a man left on the face of the earth.

The sensation of colour cannot be accounted for by the physicist's objective picture of light-waves.

Color is the place where our brain and the universe meet.

The sky is no longer out there, but it is right on the edge of the space you are in. The sense of colour is generated inside you. If you then go outside you will see a different coloured sky. You colour the sky.

I can read in red. I can read in blue. I can read in pickle color too.

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?

Drawing is of the Spirit and color of the Senses.

Colour as perceived by us is a function of three independent variables at least three are I think sufficient, but time will show if I thrive.

And red is not the color of apples or roses or the dresses that pretty girls wear in the summertime. That is not the color of red at all.

Whether something 'has color' or not is as hard to define verbally as are such questions as, 'What is music?' or 'What is musical?

They say no one knows if we all see red the same way. Except traffic cops.

For her everything was red, orange, gold-red from the sun on the closed eyes, and it all was that color, all of it, the filling, the possessing, the having, all of that color, all in a blindness of that color." - Ernest Hemingway.