colors

The president is not at all like the powerful icon I imagined her to be. She__ more like I remember Amma: small and delicate with a sari that dances behind her as she walks. Of course, the president is clad in white, the color that shows eternal mourning of a lost child, while Amma never wore white. She wore reds and oranges and deep greens. Colors of celebration, of happiness. Perhaps she wears white now. Now that I am dead to her.

People observe the colors of a day at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quiet clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment.

I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair and surprise.

How could he try to get Sandi to reveal her true colors when she was a rainbow?

Dreams dress us carefully in the colors of power and faith.

Have you ever noticed how as an adult, all the bright colors go out of your life? Now that I__ not a kid anymore, things always look gray, like a clothesline draped with laundry that__ been washed too many times and left to stand in the wind. I guess that__ what growing up is_ it__ a fading photograph.

White and blueWhite and blue ,You loved it then, i loved it too,Your eyes and your voice,I loved it then, i love it too,Your questions and the troubles,You loved it then, i loved it too,Your stories and the excuses,I loved it then, i love it too,Your songs and the promises,You loved it then, i loved it too,

Happiness has only one colour: The Bright! The bright of red, the bright of green, the bright of any colour! Happiness is bright! It shines, it sparkles, it glints!

True love happened rarely and standing in the brink of one, it would in all certainty be an act of cowardice to retreat without letting her know his desire.

Maybe one day the smears of paint Harley left throughout Godspeed will fade, and maybe the stars never will, but i'd rather have Harley's colors.

Like a splendid mosaic of myriad colors, she in all her hues of sensitivity would paint her feelings in your mind__ gray skies. She was the butterfly making you run after her. She was the Zahir, a mirage that transcended borders and time-zones.

All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it._ _ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Some people like living in black and white worlds. Let them stay there. Appreciate all the colors you see in your world though.

If ever you want a rainbow in your home, go to Sandwich Glass Museum, and let them put one in your heart too.

...and so many colorsI will have seen...the menacing greysand pine greensthe soft pink and purplesof springand summer blueand so many otherswithout you.

Imagine a wall that's green on one side and red on the other. You stand on one side and only see green. I stand on the other side and only see red. We'll both be right about the color we see, even though we disagree on what color the wall is. Being able to realize that the other person has a valid point, even if you disagree with it, that's maturity.

It was then that we connected. His sound bounced through my head and out my eyes, painting my world with new shades of color. I still remember the smile that unnoticeably took my face as I inched for another touch.

Gratitude doesn't change the scenery. _It merely washes clean the glass you look through so you can clearly see the colors.