How fast does a zebra have to run before it looks gray.
I like cold. I really like to go to cold towns. I love gray. I love winter.
In the ring I can stay until I’m old and gray because I know how to hit and dance away
The dominant color of politics is gray; difficult choices and compromise are required at almost every step of the journey toward a major new program.
It was post war. It was very gray, very dreary. Everything was still rationed when I first saw the United States in 1951. I went over to visit my sister who was a war bride.
I am not going to respect... gray hairs unless there is wisdom beneath them.
The hours here are flat and round, disks of gray layered one on top of the other...they move slowly, at a grind, until it seems as though they are not moving at all. They are just pressing down.
Oh good gray head which all men knew!
And only now, when he was gray-haired, had he fallen in love properly, thoroughly, for the first time in his life.
I rot on the wall, my own Dorian Gray.
Gray is the color of all theory
Black is the absence of all color. White is the presence of all colors. I suppose life must be one or the other. On the whole, though, I think I would prefer color to its absence. But then black does add depth and texture to color. Perhaps certain shades of gray are necessary to a complete palette. Even unrelieved black. Ah, a deep philosophical question. Is black necessary to life, even a happy life? Could we ever be happy if we did not at least occasionally experience misery?
The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead station.
Gray are all the theories, But green is the tree of life.
The mission of the United States [to the Philippine Islands] is one of benevolent assimilation, submitting the mild sway of justice and right for arbitrary rule.
On taking over the Phippine Islands from Spain:
Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
There was a rock in front of my hut, a tall, gray rock. By its looks it seemed to be well-disposed toward me.
Quintus..." Geryon mused. "Short gray hair, muscular, swordsman?" "Yeah." "Never heard of him.
I went drinking with Gray Powell and all I got was a lousy iPhone prototype.
If months were marked by colors, November in New England would be colored gray.
Oh, torture. Torture. My pubic hairs went gray.
When Time shall turne those Amber Lockes to Gray.
In the night all cats are gray.
All cats are not gray after midnight.
Gray feels like the city.
