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1. "Westward on the high-hilled plainsWhere for me the world began, Still, I think, in newer veinsFrets the changeless blood of man....There, when hueless is the westAnd the darkness hushes wide,Where the lad lies down to restStands the troubled dream beside.There, on thoughts that once were mine,Day looks down the eastern steep,And the youth at morning shineMakes the vow he will not keep."
Author: A.E. Housman
2. "THE FOX AND THE CROWA Crow was sitting on a branch of a tree with a piece of cheese in her beak when a Fox observed her and set his wits to work to discover some way of getting the cheese. Coming and standing under the tree he looked up and said, "What a noble bird I see above me! Her beauty is without equal, the hue of her plumage exquisite. If only her voice is as sweet as her looks are fair, she ought without doubt to be Queen of the Birds." The Crow was hugely flattered by this, and just to show the Fox that she could sing she gave a loud caw. Down came the cheese, of course, and the Fox, snatching it up, said, "You have a voice, madam, I see: what you want is wits."
Author: Aesop
3. "Cada uno tenemos nuestro sitio. Pero cuando alguien pierde el suyo, deberíamos hacerle un hueco en el nuestro."
Author: Alberto Fernandez De Agirre
4. "Un buen recuerdo se borra y cuesta volver a sentir lo que sentiste en ese momento. Cuando uno se ha sentido muy como las huevas, el dolor vuelve fácil. Es eso, no más."
Author: Alberto Fuguet
5. "But Valentine, why despair, why always paint the future in such sombre hues?" Maximilien asked. "Because, my friend, I judge it by the past."
Author: Alexandre Dumas
6. "He watched the newly arrived commuters as they stepped into the carriage, pushed their way down the tube, the odours from their damp clothes mingling, giving off varying degrees of mustiness: London grime, or smoke from airless offices. A woman wearing a blue swing coat glanced along the carriage, casting around for an empty seat. Her pale skin, the searching green eyes, reminded him of Emma. Briefly, he felt his breath catch; he stood, clambered back over his neighbour and indicated for her to take his seat. And so his mind stayed with Emma when he knew he should be working out a strategy for telling Dorothy of his news. But Emma was never far away; like the glitter balls in dance halls, she would slowly rotate in his memory, different facets reappearing, as the hues changed in her auburn hair."
Author: Amanda Sington Williams
7. "The air around Shay rippled, tinged with the rusty hue of his rage. I caught the scent of Ren's own fury, sudden and violent, as he stepped in front of me, blocking Shay's approach. It was an act of possession, as unmistakable as if he'd thrown a gauntlet at Shay's feet. Ren was an alpha, and he was reclaiming his place."
Author: Andrea Cremer
8. "La basura, simplemente, huele a verdad. ¿O se piensan acaso que la verdad tiene aroma a Chanel o a suavizante?"
Author: Andrés Neuman
9. "Then I wake up. And, it's not the purple- hued light of the house at three in the morning that has woken me, or the sound of Payton stumbling into the bathroom. It's a hand. A single hand. So innocuous. I feel it before my eyes blink open. A slight weight on my hip. A current of electricity running through me, reshaping the air that I breathe. It takes only a second for me to process what it is, to rearrange the spaces in my head around the feel of his fingers on my body."
Author: Autumn Doughton
10. "Man's life is a line that nature commands him to describe upon the surface of the earth, without his ever being able to swerve from it, even for an instant. He is born without his own consent; his organization does in nowise depend upon himself; his ideas come to him involuntarily; his habits are in the power of those who cause him to contract them; he is unceasingly modified by causes, whether visible or concealed, over which he has no control, which necessarily regulate his mode of existence, give the hue to his way of thinking, and determine his manner of acting. He is good or bad, happy or miserable, wise or foolish, reasonable or irrational, without his will being for any thing in these various states."
Author: Baron D'Holbach
11. "I grew up in the sixties watching B.B. King and Tito Puente and Miles Davis and Coltrane, everybody, Marvin Gaye, Jimi. And at the same time, with my left eye I was watching Dolores Huerta, Cesar Chavez, Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, Mother Teresa."
Author: Carlos Santana
12. "Elvis's Twin SisterIn the convent, y'all,I tend the gardens,watch things grow,pray for the immortal soulof rock 'n' roll.They call meSister Presley here,The Reverend Motherdigs the way I move my hipsjust like my brother.Gregorian chantdrifts out across the herbsPascha nostrum immolatus est...I wear a simple habit,darkish hues,a wimple with a novice-sewnlace band, a rosary,a chain of keys,a pair of good and sturdyblue suede shoes.I think of itas Graceland here,a land of grace.It puts my trademark slow lopsided smileback on my face.Lawdy.I'm alive and well.Long time since I walkeddown Lonely Streettowards Heartbreak Hotel."
Author: Carol Ann Duffy
13. "Colored lights shone right across the northern sky, leaping and flaring, spreading in rainbow hues from horizon to zenith: blood red to rose pink, saffron yellow to delicate primrose, pale green, aquamarine to darkest indigo. Great veils of color swathed the heavens, rising and falling as light seen through cascading curtains of water. Streamers shot out in great shifting beams as if God had put his thumb across the sun."
Author: Celia Rees
14. "When you say that you are a race man, it means that you embrace the entire black community regardless of the hue, whether somebody is very light and could pass for possibly white or someone is very dark."
Author: Ed Smith
15. "— Esto es enamorarse. — Con su dedo, zaca un poco de Nutella del interior de su crêpe y pone una cucharada en la parte interior de mi muñeca. Está caliente y limoso y comienza a derretirse contra mi piel pegajosa, pero antes de que tenga la oportunidad de deslizarse lejos, Willem lame su pulgar y limpia la mancha de Nutella y lo lleva a su boca. Todo sucede rápido, como un lagarto liquidando una mosca.— Esto es amar. — Y aquí me quita la otra muñeca, la que tiene el reloj en ella, y se mueve alrededor de la correa hasta que ve lo que está buscando. Una vez más, se lame el dedo. Sólo que esta vez, él lo frota contra mi marca de nacimiento, con fuerza, como si estuviera tratando de fregar.— ¿Amar es una marca de nacimiento? — Bromeo mientras retracto mi brazo. Pero mi voz tiene un temblor en ella, y el lugar donde su huella húmeda se seca sobre mi piel arde de alguna manera.— Es algo que nunca sale, no importa cuánto pueda ser que desees que lo haga."
Author: Gayle Forman
16. "Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."[Letter to Miss Eliot, Oct. 1, 1841]"
Author: George Eliot
17. "(...) compor meticulosamente o cadastro afetivo e o retrato fantástico-histórico de uma comunidade e de uma de suas remotas jornadas de meio século atras. E isso não com os instrumentos racionais, a ficha, o documento, o testemunho, caros ao arqueólogo do cotidiano, mas por meio de um sortilégio espontâneo de silhuetas que se esvaziaram gradativamente, uma depois da outra, numa parede: relicário de epifanias momentâneas, cinema de larvas dispersas; o insuficiente butim de um aprendiz de Noé que, depois do diluvio, para não esquecer o mundo, andasse a vasculhar os fosseis soterrados na areia (...)"
Author: Gesualdo Bufalino
18. "What colour was her scythe?""Sadly, I wasn't able to take the time to appreciate its subtle hues as it tore through my skin."
Author: Gina Damico
19. "Aquellos dos hablaban de especie de jerga matemática superior. Nunca entraba en ella nada de carne y hueso: era extraña, fantasmal, espantosamente abstracta."
Author: Henry Miller
20. "Our first record, 'Huey Lewis And The News', was seen by no one - it sold 25 copies."
Author: Huey Lewis
21. "For no good reason, he thought of Xhex. Xhex was a thunderstorm made up of hues of black and iron gray, power leashed but no less lethal for its control. Cormia was a sunny day cast in rainbow of brightness. He put his hand over his heart and bowed to her, then left. As he started up for his room, he wondered whether he liked the storm or the sunshine better."
Author: J.R. Ward
22. "Los huesos humanos no son más que vanas líneas que se desvanecen, el universo entero un vacío molde de estrellas."
Author: Jack Kerouac
23. "... the vacuum left by the departing visitor seemed to echo along the hallway and into the walls. It was at those times, when her aloneness took on a darker hue, that she almost wished there would be no more guess, for then there would be no chasm of emptiness for her to negotiate when they were gone."
Author: Jacqueline Winspear
24. "But who can paint like Nature? Can imagination boast, amid its gay creation, hues like hers?"
Author: James Thomson
25. "(...) quien anticipa su propia muerte rara vez se mata, quien anticipa la de los otros rara vez asesina, es preferible asesinar y matarse con el pensamiento, no dejar secuelas ni tampoco huella, incluso con el gesto lejano del brazo que agarra, todo es cuestión de distancia y tiempo, si se está un poco lejos el cuchilla golpea el aire en vez de golpear el pecho, no se hunde en la carne morena o blanca sino que recorre el espacio y no sucede nada, su recorrido no se computa ni se registra y se ignora, no se castigan las intenciones"
Author: Javier Marías
26. "Je crois que c'est moi qui ai changé: c'est la solution la plus simple. La plus désagréable aussi. Mais einfin je dois reconnaître que je suis sujet à ces transformations soudaines. Ce qu'il y a, c'est que je pense très rarement; alors une foule depetites métamorphoses s'accumulent en moi sans que j'y prenne garde et puis, un beau jour, il se produit une véritable révolution. C'est ce qui a donné à ma vie cet aspect huerté, incohérent."
Author: Jean Paul Sartre
27. "Me dare con que soy simplemente una mujer, una de carne y hueso. Que soy, como (casi) todas las de mi genero, una diosa metida en el cuerpo de un mamífero hembra. Hembra, hembron, embrague, acelerador, freno. Animal, estrella fugaz, ama de casa profesional, geisha matriarca, lideresa de comedor popular, activista, consumista voraz. Una bestia de la profesión n. Toda una (neo)(anti)(post) feminista. Un solo de contradicciones."
Author: Josefina Barron
28. "Die grosse, runde Bahnhofsuhr, die ueber dem Bahnstein haengt, ihr unerschuetterliches Gesicht und ihre unermuedlichen Zeiger erinnern daran, dass Zeit und Zug auf niemanden warten."
Author: Kate Morton
29. "Era un día soleado de principios de verano, y se oía el canto de los pájaros. En un huerto cercano que hasta entonces se había librado de los bombardeos, los manzanos florecían de forma espectacular. El hombre era el único animal que acababa con la vida de los de su propia especie por millones y que convertía el paisaje en un terreno yermo, plagado de cráteres provocados por las bombas y alambradas de espino. Walter tuvo el pensamiento apocalíptico de que, tal vez, la humanidad se borraría a sí misma de la faz de la tierra y dejaría el mundo a los pájaros y a los árboles. Tal vez eso fuera lo mejor."
Author: Ken Follett
30. "BLUE, THE colour of the sky, of the ocean, of certain stars and planets and the hue of the bluest eyes you have ever seen."
Author: Kev Heritage
31. "Muchos años más tarde, cuando empecé las prácticas de cirugía estética, comprendí algo que se me había escapado aquel día en la cocina, cuando intenté convencer a Thalia de que cambiara Tinos por un internado londinense. Comprendí que el mundo no ve el interior de las personas, y que poco importan las esperanzas, penas y sueños que albergamos bajo una máscara de piel y hueso. Es así de sencillo, cruel y absurdo. Mis pacientes lo sabían. Veían cuanto eran, serían o podían aspirar a ser, supeditado a la simetría de su estructura ósea, al espacio entre los ojos, la longitud del mentón, la proyección de la nariz, la idoneidad del ángulo nasofrontal.La belleza es un inmenso e inmerecido regalo que se reparte al azar, sin ton ni son."
Author: Khaled Hosseini
32. "Multihued light radiated up from beneath the water, centered among the reeds, and then diffusing outward as it reached the surface. Violet had never seen anything like it, and she knew that the spectrum of light was defying its very nature by behaving in that way.It could only be one thing.There was something dead down there."
Author: Kimberly Derting
33. "Right now,tucked into the booth,Gray Donohue whispered into the ear of the redhead on his right,while his hand slipped under the table and under the skirt of the female to his left.As he whispered,the redhead lifted her heavy lids,turned her gaze to whereever Gray´s hand had landed,and grinned.Marina whirled back to the bar and drained her beerto the very last bit of foam.He was the best assignment she´d ever had.Or he would be,if she could just get him to notice her."
Author: Laura Wright
34. "—Cuando me pongo enfermo —se aventuró— tengo la personalidad de un bull terrier furioso. [...] Cuando veo una película siempre comento los errores en la trama mientras todo el mundo está intentando seguirla. [...] A veces, en medio de una discusión saco el teléfono móvil para buscar información que demuestre que tengo razón y retomo la conversación cuando ya no es pertinente. —Hizo una pausa—. Dejo envases vacíos en la nevera. Cada vez que alguien pone un plato con frutos secos sobre la mesa me como las almendras y los anacardos y dejo los cacahuetes para los demás. Y a veces, cuando no puedo dormir por la noche, corrijo al azar las páginas de otros en Wikipedia."
Author: Lisa Kleypas
35. "...what delighted me were the asparagus, steeped in ultramarine and pink, whose tips, delicately painted with little strokes of mauve and azure, shade off imperceptibly down to their feet - still soiled though they are from the dirt of their garden bed - with iridescence that is not of this earth. It seemed to me that these celestial hues revealed the delicious creatures who had merrily metamorphosed themselves into vegetables and who, through the disguise of their firm, edible flesh, disclosed in these early tints of dawn, in these beginnings of rainbows, in this extinction of blue evenings, the precious essence that I recognized again when, all night long following a dinner at which I had eaten them, they played in farces as crude and poetic as a fairy play by Shakespeare, at changing my chamber pot into a jar of perfume."
Author: Marcel Proust
36. "... asparagus, tinged with ultramarine and rosy pink which ran from their heads, finely stippled in mauve and azure, through a series of imperceptible changes to their white feet, still stained a little by the soil of their garden-bed: a rainbow-loveliness that was not of this world. I felt that these celestial hues indicated the presence of exquisite creatures who had been pleased to assume vegetable form, who, through the disguise which covered their firm and edible flesh, allowed me to discern in this radiance of earliest dawn, these hinted rainbows, these blue evening shades, that precious quality which I should recognise again when, all night long after a dinner at which I had partaken of them, they played (lyrical and coarse in their jesting as the fairies in Shakespeare's Dream) at transforming my humble chamberpot into a bower of aromatic perfume."
Author: Marcel Proust
37. "She had expressed herself, as women will, in a smug broadside of pastel shades. Nothing clashed because nothing had the strength to clash; everything murmured of safety among the hues; all was refinement."
Author: Mervyn Peake
38. "Swelter's eyes meet those of his enemy, and never has there held between four globes of gristle so sinister a hell of hatred. Had the flesh, the fibres, and the bones of the chef and those of Mr Flay been conjured away and away down that dark corridor leaving only their four eyes suspended in mid-air outside the Earl's door, then, surely, they must have reddened to the hue of Mars, reddened and smouldered, and at last broken into flame, so intense was their hatred - broken into flame and circled about one another in ever-narrowing gyres and in swifter and yet swifter flight until, merged into one sizzling globe of ire they must surely have fled, the four in one, leaving a trail of blood behind them in the cold grey air of the corridor, until, screaming as they fly beneath innumerable arches and down the endless passageways of Gormenghast, they found their eyeless bodies once again, and reentrenched themselves in startled sockets."
Author: Mervyn Peake
39. "Countless candles dribbled with hot wax, and their flames, like little flags, fluttered in the unchartered currents of air. Thousands of lamps, naked, or shuttered behind coloured glass, burned with their glows of purple, amber, grass-green, blue, blood red and even grey. The walls of Gormenghast were like the walls of paradise or like the walls of an inferno. The colours were devilish or angelical according to the colour of the mind that watched them. They swam, those walls, with the hues of hell, with the tints of Zion. The breasts of the plumaged seraphim; the scales of Satan."
Author: Mervyn Peake
40. "Slowly, his eyes came up and he looked through the kitchen window and out through the Cahuenga Pass. The lights of Hollywood glimmered in the cut, a mirror reflection of the stars of all galaxies everywhere. He thought about all that was bad out there. A city with more things wrong than right. A place where the earth could open up beneath you and suck you into the blackness. A city of lost light. His city. It was all of that and, still, always still, a place to begin again. His city. The city of the second chance.Bosch nodded and bent down. He closed his eyes, put his hands under the water and brought them up to his face. The water was cold and bracing, as he thought any baptism, the start of any second chance, should be."
Author: Michael Connelly
41. "Una corriente viajó desde la punta de mis dedos a través del hueco donde mi estómago solía estar.Y así nada más, yo fui completa, total y enteramente suya. -Mara"
Author: Michelle Hodkin
42. "Daxilon no le responde, sólo observa, con vibrante emoción, como esa cosa negra se acerca hacia ella. Bear comienza a correr, pero no llega a dar más que un par de zancadas antes que la agarren por la cintura y la tiren al suelo de cara. Siente quebrarse parte del cráneo de oso que lleva y teme porque los huesos puedan herirle la piel. En cuanto nota como tiran de ella se da la vuelta como puede para intentar pelear contra su enemigo. "¿Qué es esto?" es lo primero que piensa cuando ve a su atacante."
Author: Natalia C. Gallego
43. "Fragmentary BlueWhy make so much of fragmentary blueIn here and there a bird, or butterfly,Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)--Though some savants make earth include the sky;And blue so far above us comes so high,It only gives our wish for blue a whet."
Author: Robert Frost
44. "Shall I tell you all about her, cat? She is very beautiful – your mistress,' he murmured drowsily, ‘and her hair is heavy as burnished gold. I could paint her – not on canvas – for I should need shades and tones and hues and dyes more splendid than the iris of a splendid rainbow. I could only paint her with closed eyes, for in dreams alone can such colours as I need be found. For her eyes, I must have azure from skies untroubled by a cloud – the skies of dreamland. For her lips, roses from the palaces of slumberland, and for her brow, snow-drifts from mountains which tower in fantastic pinnacles to the moons – oh, much higher than our moon here"
Author: Robert W. Chambers
45. "Gina de verdad crees que viniste aquí por tu propia voluntad? Estas atraída hacia mi así como yo así a ti. Tu debilidad es mi fortaleza. Imagina la liberación. Gina..." La voz se sereno,... El poder que crece en el lugar del miedo""Por que escoger un infierno en vida cuando puedo devorar tus miedos y desaparecerlos?""Su miedo te ha devorado el se quedara aquí para siempre" "Porque si hundes bien la nariz y respiras la vida de una rosa, su carnosidad, terrosidad y belleza hueles la muerte que hay dentro...""Solsticio significa: sol detenido, el día mas largo del ano, sol alcanza sus extremos mas meridionales, lo contrario es el solsticio de invierno. El solsticio de verano también representa el renacimiento, un despertar""Solsticio significa: sol detenido, el día mas largo del ano, sol alcanza sus extremos mas meridionales, lo contrario es el solsticio de invierno. El solsticio de verano también representa el renacimiento, un despertar"
Author: Simon Holt
46. "There are not more than five primary colors  (blue, yellow,  red, white, and black), yet in combination they produce more hues than can ever been seen."
Author: Sun Tzu
47. "Hy gododin catann hueHud a lledrith mal wyddanGaunce ae bellawn wen cabriVarigal don FincayraDravia, dravia Fincayra(Talking trees and walking stones,Giants aare the island's bones.While this land our dance still knows,Varigal crowns Fincayra.Live long, live long Fincayra."
Author: T.A. Barron
48. "On a Fine Morning" in Poems of the Past and the Present (1901)WHENCE comes Solace?--Not from seeingWhat is doing, suffering, being,Not from noting Life's conditions,Nor from heeding Time's monitions; But in cleaving to the Dream, And in gazing at the gleam Whereby gray things golden seem.This do I this heyday, holdingShadows but as lights unfolding,As no specious show this momentWith its iris-hued embowment; But as nothing other than Part of a benignant plan; Proof that earth was made for man."
Author: Thomas Hardy
49. "At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that night is still more richly coloured than the day; having hues of the most intense violets, blues and greens. If only you pay attention to it you will see that certain stars are lemon-yellow, others pink or a green, blue and forget-me-not brilliance. And without my expatiating on this theme it is obvious that putting little white dots on the blue-black is not enough to paint a starry sky."
Author: Vincent Van Gogh
50. "We will be one step down from the Creator," she said, her olive-hued face tightening into an expression that she considered dramatic. "Imagining a world and then making it."
Author: Walter Mosley

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