Quotes about blue
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Robert Graves photo
Letitia Elizabeth Landon photo

“These days people like Yi are more likely to end up in the Blue House or KBS than in jail.”

Brian Reynolds Myers (1963) American professor of international studies

2010s, League Confederation Goes Outer-Track (September 2018)

Larry Andersen photo

“ROSES ARE RED. VIOLETS ARE BLUE, I'M A SCHIZOPHRENIC AND so AM I”

Larry Andersen (1953) American baseball player

He Made the saying popular on a T-Shirt he wore.
"Now Some Comic Relief" (1989)

Roger Ebert photo
Ralph Ellison photo

“The blues is an art of ambiguity, an assertion of the irrepressibly human over all circumstances, whether created by others or by one's own human failing.”

Ralph Ellison (1914–1994) American novelist, literary critic, scholar and writer

"Remembering Jimmy" (1958), in The Collected Essays, ed. John F. Callahan (New York: Modern Library, 1995), p. 277.

Pete Doherty photo
Maurice Glasman, Baron Glasman photo
Jacoba van Heemskerck photo

“On the whole [the alignment of a series of stained glass windows with the interior of a villa in The Hague] I have thought about all the time... I want to focus more on the architecture of the interior in general and that should we do together [with architect Buys]... Now I was already thinking, the enormous color effect that the window will generate - and that will certainly become powerful - must be accompanied with strong colors - the hall -, otherwise the window itself will be too much isolated. For instance the staircase, could it be painted in strong colors and not [in] oak.... deep ultramarine blue or green, with a beautiful colorful carpet.... I feel I must make designs for carpets, to create in that way a beautiful unity with the stained glass as a whole.”

Jacoba van Heemskerck (1876–1923) Dutch painter

translation from Dutch, Fons Heijnsbroek, 2018
version in original Dutch / citaat van Jacoba van Heemskerck, in het Nederlands: Over het geheel [de afstemming van een serie aan Jacoba opgedragen glasramen met het interieur van een villa in Den Haag] heb ik steeds loopen denken.. ..ik wil mij veel meer op de architectuur van het binnenhuis in het algemeen toeleggen en dat moeten wij samen doen [met architect Buys].. .Nu heb ik al gedacht het enorme kleur-effekt dat het raam zal maken en dat zal zeker machtig werken, moet gedragen worden door sterke kleuren - de hal - anders staat het teveel alleen; zou de trap b.v. in de verf een sterke kleur kunnen krijgen en niet [in] eikenhout.. ..diep ultramarijn blauw of groen en dan een prachtige kleurige loper.. ..ik voel dat ik ontwerpen voor tapijten moet maken om zoo met het glas in lood een mooi geheel te hebben.
Quote in een brief van Jacoba aan architect J. Buys, 28 April 1920 in archief N.D.B., Amsterdam; as cited by Herbert Henkels, in Jacoba van Heemskerck, kunstenares van het Expressionisme, Haags Gemeentemuseum The Hague, 1982, p. 42
1920's

Roald Amundsen photo

“We see many fine sunsets here, unique in the splendour of their colour. No doubt the surroundings in this fairyland of blue and white do much to increase their beauty.”

Roald Amundsen (1872–1928) Norwegian polar researcher, who was the first to reach the South Pole

Impressions around March 1911
Sydpolen (The South Pole) (1912)

Smokey Robinson photo

“People say I'm the life of the party
'Cause I tell a joke or two.
Although I might be laughing loud and hearty,
Deep inside I'm blue.

So take a
good look at my face.
You know my smile looks out of place.
If you look closer, it's easy to trace
The tracks of my tears.”

Smokey Robinson (1940) American R&B singer-songwriter and record producer

The Tracks of My Tears, written by Smokey Robinson, Marvin Tarlin, and Pete Moore (1965)
Song lyrics, With The Miracles

River Phoenix photo
Anne Sexton photo

“Blue eyes wash off sometimes.”

Anne Sexton (1928–1974) poet from the United States

"Letters to Dr. Y."
Words for Dr. Y (1978)

Yves Klein photo
Winston S. Churchill photo
Richard Francis Burton photo

“So much to learn!
Old Nature's ways
Of glee and gloom with rapt amaze
To study, probe, and paint – brown earth,
Salt sea, blue heavens, their tilth and dearth,
Birds, grasses, trees – the natural things
That throb or grope or poise on wings.”

Richard Francis Burton (1821–1890) British explorer, geographer, translator, writer, soldier, orientalist, cartographer, ethnologist, spy, lin…

Richard Eugene Burton, Memorial Day, And Other Poems (1897), 'So Much to Learn', p. 8
Misattributed

Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt photo
Patrick Buchanan photo
Johnny Cash photo

“Just around the corner there's heartache
Down the street that losers use.
If you can wade in through the teardrops,
You'll find me at the Home of the Blues.”

Johnny Cash (1932–2003) American singer-songwriter

Home of the Blues, written by Johnny Cash, Douglas L. McAlphin, and Glenn Douglas Tubb
Song lyrics, Johnny Cash Sings the Songs That Made Him Famous (1958)

Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis photo
Robert E. Howard photo
Anthony Burgess photo

“Defiling their shadows, infidels, accursed of Allah, with fingernails that are foot-long daggers, with mouths agape like cauldrons full of teeth on the boil, with eyes all fire, shaitans possessed of Iblis, clanking into their wars all linked, like slaves, with iron chains. Murad Bey, the huge, the single-blowed ox-beheader, saw without too much surprise mild-looking pale men dressed in blue, holding guns, drawn up in squares six deep as though in some massed dance depictive of orchard walls. At the corners of the squares were heavy giins and gunners. There did not seem to be many horsemen. Murad said a prayer within, raised his scimitar to heaven and yelled a fierce and holy word. The word was taken up, many thousandfold, and in a kind of gloved thunder the Mamelukes threw themselves on to the infidel right and nearly broke it. But the squares healed themselves at once, and the cavalry of the faithful crashed in three avenging prongs along the fire-spitting avenues between the walls. A great gun uttered earthquake language at them from within a square, and, rearing and cursing the curses of the archangels of Islam on to the uncircumcized, they wheeled and swung towards their protective village of Embabeh. There they encountered certain of the blue-clad infidel horde on the flat roofs of the houses, coughing musket-fire at them. But then disaster sang along their lines from the rear as shell after shell crunched and the Mamelukes roared in panic and burden to the screams of their terrified mounts, to whose ears these noises were new. Their rear dissolving, their retreat cut off, most sought the only way, that of the river. They plunged in, horseless, seeking to swim across to join the inactive horde of Ibrahim, waiting for. action that could now never come. Murad Bey, with such of his horsemen as were left, yelped off inland to Gizeh.”

Anthony Burgess (1917–1993) English writer

Fiction, Napoleon Symphony (1974)

Letitia Elizabeth Landon photo
Hayley Williams photo
George William Russell photo
Julian of Norwich photo
Robert Southey photo
Frances Bean Cobain photo

“My favorite color is light pink. I also like baby blue because it brings out my eyes.”

Frances Bean Cobain (1992) American artist

Attributed to a Teen Vogue interview
" Frances Bean Cobain: 'I'm a Different Person' http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,1101912,00.html" (2005)

Mickey Spillane photo
Elton John photo

“Yeah I'm gonna kill myself,
Get a little headline news.
I'd like to see what the papers say
On the state of teenage blues.”

Elton John (1947) English rock singer-songwriter, composer and pianist

I Think I'm Going to Kill Myself
Song lyrics, Honky Château (1972)

Ross Mintzer photo
Homér photo
Aldo Leopold photo

“The real jewel of my disease-ridden woodlot is the prothonotary warbler. … The flash of his gold-and-blue plumage amid the dank decay of the June woods is in itself proof that dead trees are transmuted into living animals, and vice versa.”

“November: A Mighty Fortress”, p. 77.
A Sand County Almanac, 1949, "November: Axe-in-Hand," "November: A Mighty Fortress," and "December: Pines above the Snow"

Fernand Léger photo
Jack McDevitt photo
Tobin Bell photo
Terence Rattigan photo

“When you're between any kind of devil and the deep blue sea, the deep blue sea sometimes looks very inviting.”

Terence Rattigan (1911–1977) playwright, screenwriter

The Deep Blue Sea, Act I. (1952).

John Fante photo
Walt Disney photo

“Actually, if you could see close in my eyes, the American flag is waving in both of them and up my spine is growing this red, white and blue stripe.”

Walt Disney (1901–1966) American film producer and businessman

The Quotable Walt Disney (2001)

Billy Joel photo

“It was so easy living day by day
Out of touch with the rhythm and blues
But now I need a little give and take
The New York Times, The Daily News.”

Billy Joel (1949) American singer-songwriter and pianist

New York State of Mind.
Song lyrics, Turnstiles (1976)

Archibald Macleish photo
Bill Engvall photo
Peter Greenaway photo
Geert Wilders photo
Letitia Elizabeth Landon photo
Carlos Santana photo

“Blues was my first love. It was the first thing where I said "Oh man, this is the stuff." It just sounded so raw and honest, gut-bucket honest. From then I started rebelling.”

Carlos Santana (1947) Mexican and American rock musician

http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m0GER/is_2000_Summer/ai_63500762

Percy Bysshe Shelley photo
Ian McEwan photo

“Nearby, where the main road forked, stood an iron cross on a stone base. As the English couple watched, a mason was cutting in half a dozen fresh names. On the far side of the street, in the deep shadow of a doorway, a youngish woman in black was also watching. She was so pale they assumed at first she had some sort of wasting disease. She remained perfectly still, with one hand holding an edge of her headscarf so that it obscured her mouth. The mason seemed embarrassed and kept his back to her while he worked. After a quarter of an hour an old man in blue workman's clothes came shuffling along in carpet slippers and took her hand without a word and led her away. When the propriétaire came out he nodded at the other side of the street, at the empty space and murmured, 'Trois. Mari et deux frères,' as he set down their salads.This sombre incident remained with them as they struggled up the hill in the heat, heavy with lunch, towards the Bergerie de Tédenat. They stopped half way up in the shade of a stand of pines before a long stretch of open ground. Bernard was to remember this moment for the rest of his life. As they drank from their water bottles he was struck by the recently concluded war not as a historical, geopolitical fact but as a multiplicity, a near-infinity of private sorrows, as a boundless grief minutely subdivided without diminishment among individuals who covered the continent like dust, like spores whose separate identities would remain unknown, and whose totality showed more sadness than anyone could ever begin to comprehend; a weight borne in silence by hundreds of thousands, millions, like the woman in black for a husband and two brothers, each grief a particular, intricate, keening love story that might have been otherwise. It seemed as though he had never thought about the war before, not about its cost. He had been so busy with the details of his work, of doing it well, and his widest view had been of war aims, of winning, of statistical deaths, statistical destruction, and of post-war reconstruction. For the first time he sensed the scale of the catastrophe in terms of feeling; all those unique and solitary deaths, all that consequent sorrow, unique and solitary too, which had no place in conferences, headlines, history, and which had quietly retired to houses, kitchens, unshared beds, and anguished memories. This came upon Bernard by a pine tree in the Languedoc in 1946 not as an observation he could share with June but as a deep apprehension, a recognition of a truth that dismayed him into silence and, later, a question: what possible good could come of a Europe covered in this dust, these spores, when forgetting would be inhuman and dangerous, and remembering a constant torture?”

Page 164-165.
Black Dogs (1992)

Gabriele Münter photo
Lucius Shepard photo
Sara Teasdale photo
Jack White photo
Mike Oldfield photo
Gwendolyn Brooks photo
William Cullen Bryant photo

“The little wind-flower, whose just opened eye
Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.”

William Cullen Bryant (1794–1878) American romantic poet and journalist

A Winter Piece http://www.gutenberg.org/files/16341/16341-h/16341-h.htm#page24, st. 3 (1821)

Charles Sanders Peirce photo
Sarah Helen Whitman photo

“The summer skies are darkly blue,
The days are still and bright,
And Evening trails her robes of gold
Through the dim halls of Night.”

Sarah Helen Whitman (1803–1878) United States poet

Summer's Call. Compare: "I heard the trailing garments of the Night / Sweep through her marble halls", Longfellow.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

Carol Ann Duffy photo
Gillian Anderson photo

“Above anything else, stay true to yourself. Whether that means for you that you like to have blue hair, or you don't like to drink, or you are attracted to the same sex, or you want to remove yourself from Facebook, or you've got 3 different kids from 3 different dads but you know you're a really good mom, or you cry for a week because your turtle died. Whatever your truth is, stay true to yourself. But be a good person while you're at it.”

Gillian Anderson (1968) American-British film, television and theatre actress, activist and writer

When asked what advice would she give young feminist — Reddit "Sunday morning with Gillian Anderson. Grab a cup of coffee and A Vision of Fire. AMA." https://www.reddit.com/r/IAmA/comments/2j12o1/sunday_morning_with_gillian_anderson_grab_a_cup#cl7c2ps (October 12, 2014)
2010s

George William Russell photo
Peter Greenaway photo
Georges Seurat photo
Karel Appel photo

“a sky of clouds completely 'out of the blue'… I'm looking, reflecting, and when it suddenly happens: hey, the clouds, and what clouds!”

Karel Appel (1921–2006) Dutch painter, sculptor, and poet

in interview with nl:Ischa Meyer, c. 1988
quote c. 1988 - from ('RM'), 157; p. 41
Karel Appel, a gesture of colour' (1992/2009)

Harry Chapin photo
John Milton photo
Jayant Narlikar photo

“We have seven colours — violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange and red (Roy G. Biv). Our atmosphere has a number of particles and when light falls on them, it gets scattered. With blue colour having less wavelength and more scattering qualities, it scatters and makes the sky blue. While red colour has opposite qualities than blue so traffic lights are of this colour.”

Jayant Narlikar (1938) Indian physicist

His observations on the "strange events in our solar system" and as to why the sky looked blue and red colour was used in traffic lights to signal to vehicles to stop.
When Prof Jayant Narlikar saw the sun rise in the west

Keith Richards photo
Maggie Stiefvater photo
Bill Clinton photo
Emil Nolde photo
Paramahansa Yogananda photo

“And then, all of a sudden, it was as though through those dark eyes an electrical circuit had been struck. She sat fascinated. Snake-and-bird fascinated. Afterwards she could not recall the details of what he had said. She remembered only that she had been absorbed, rapt, lost, for over ten minutes by the clock. She had perceived images conjured up from the dead past: a hand trailed in clear river water, deliciously cool, while the sun smiled and a shoal of tiny fishes darted between her fingers; the crisp flesh of a ripe apple straight from the tree, so juicy it ran down her chin; grass between her bare toes, the turf like springs so that she seemed not to bear the whole of her weight on her soles but to be floating, dreamlike, in slow motion, instantly transported to the moon; the western sky painted with vast heart-tearing slapdash streaks of red below the bright steel-blue of clouds, and stars coming snap-snap into view against the eastern dark; wind gentle in her hair and on her cheeks, bearing flower perfumes, dusting her with petals; snow cold to the palm as it was shaped into a ball; laughter echoing from a dark lane where only lovers walked, not thieves and muggers; butter like an ingot of soft gold; ocean spray sharp and clean as the edge of an axe; with the same sense of safe, provided rightly used; round pebbles polychrome beside a pool; rain to which a thirsty mouth could open, distilling the taste of a continent of air... And under, and through, and in, and around all this, a conviction: “Something can be done to get that back!”
She was crying. Small tears like ants had itched their paths down her cheeks. She said, when she realized he had fallen silent, “But I never knew that! None of it! I was born and raised right here in New York!””

”But don’t you think you should have known it?” Austin Train inquired gently.
September “MINE ENEMIES ARE DELIVERED INTO MY HAND”
The Sheep Look Up (1972)

John Ashbery photo
Billy Joel photo

“I respect Britney as a singer and artist. We’re different. She’s 20. I’m 10. She does pop. I do country and blues.”

Taylor Horn (1992) American musician and actor

On being compared to fellow Kentwoodian and singer Britney Spears.
The Sunday Star http://www.webcitation.org/query?id=1256525764738342&url=www.geocities.com/thecoolchip03/sundaystar.htm article, unidentified issue

Ferdinand Hodler photo
Georgia O'Keeffe photo
Charles Stross photo
Emma Lazarus photo
Eino Leino photo
Iain Banks photo
Paul Gauguin photo

“Your Nordic blue eyes looked attentively at the paintings hanging on the walls. I felt stirrings of rebellion: a whole clash between your civilization and my barbarism. Civilization from which you suffer. Barbarism which for me is a rejuvenation.”

Paul Gauguin (1848–1903) French Post-Impressionist artist

Original: Votre œil bleu du nord regardait attentivement les tableaux pendus aux murs. J’eus comme le pressentiment d’une révolte : tout un choc entre votre civilisation et ma barbarie. Civilisation dont vous souffrez. Barbarie qui est pour moi un rajeunissement.
Source: 1890s - 1910s, The Writings of a Savage (1996), p. 105: quote from his letter to August Strindberg (5 May 1895)

Letitia Elizabeth Landon photo
Charles Bernstein photo

“Not for all the fire in hell
Not for all the blue in the sky
Not for an empire of my own
Not even for peace of mind”

Charles Bernstein (1950) American writer

"All the Whiskey in Heaven" http://www.thenation.com/doc/20080303/bernstein, The Nation, 3 March 2008

Ralph Ellison photo
Bernard Cornwell photo
Ellsworth Kelly photo
James Macpherson photo

“I call this one "Ode to a Pigeon", Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, You Lookin' at me? YOU LOOKIN' AT ME?!”

Darby Conley (1970) American cartoonist

LozerPalooza
Bucky Katt

Rajiv Malhotra photo