Olor Quotes

1. "Thus also, from the other end of the history of literacy, one might say, this brilliant story from The Onion, "Nation Shudders at Large Block of Uninterrupted Text" (March 9, 2010):WASHINGTON--Unable to rest their eyes on a colorful photograph or boldface heading that could be easily skimmed and forgotten about, Americans collectively recoiled Monday when confronted with a solid block of uninterrupted text.Dumbfounded citizens from Maine to California gazed helplessly at the frightening chunk of print, unsure of what to do next. Without an illustration, chart, or embedded YouTube video to ease them in, millions were frozen in place, terrified by the sight of one long, unbroken string of English words."Why won't it just tell me what it's about?" said Boston resident Charlyne Thomson, who was bombarded with the overwhelming mass of block text late Monday afternoon. "There are no bullet points, no highlighted parts. I've looked everywhere--there's nothing here but words."
Author: Alan Jacobs

2. "Creo que dormí porque me desperté con las estrellas sobre el rostro. Los ruidos del campo subían hasta mí. Olores a noche, a tierra y a sal me refrescaban las sienes. La maravillosa paz de este verano adormecido penetraba en mí como una marea. En ese momento y en el límite de la noche aullaron las sirenas. Anunciaban partidas hacia un mundo que ahora me era para siempre indiferente."
Author: Albert Camus

3. "In the beginning, some people try to appear that everything about them is "in black and white," until later their true colors come out."
Author: Anthony Liccione

4. "Those who get hot under the collar need ability to fix upon the sensible course and perceptible color."
Author: Anyaele Sam Chiyson

5. "Reality has become so intolerable, she said, so bleak, that all I can paint now are the colors of my dreams."
Author: Azar Nafisi

6. "Birds themselves are so interesting and intelligent, and they give so many cues without being verbal, so they say such great things. Feathers are superior to fur, even. They're so beautiful, and nature uses such amazing colors."
Author: Bibhu Mohapatra

7. "I like the word clandestine. It feels medieval. Sometimes I think of words as being alive. If clandestine were alive, it would be a pale little girl with hair the color of fall leaves and a dress as white as the moon."
Author: Carol Rifka Brunt

8. "He was discomfited to see how easily men (and women as well) stepped from the train to station platform, from platform to train – with ease, with levity, laughing and talking and greeting each other as though oblivious to the abrupt geographical shifts they were making, and disrespectful of the distance and differences they entered. Many were hatless, their clothes brightly colored. The cases they carried appeared, from the way they handled them, to be feather-light."
Author: Carol Shields

9. "Cause' I don't wanna' spend my life jaded, waiting to wake up one day and find that I've let all these years go bywasted. Oh I don't wanna' keep on wishing, missing, but still every morning the color of the night, I ain't spending no more time wasted."
Author: Carrie Underwood

10. "Where once September seemed merely and quietly odd, staring out the window during Mathematics lectures and reading big colorful books under her desk during Civics, now the other children sensed something wild and foreign about her."
Author: Catherynne M. Valente

11. "Taste of metal on my tongue. Poison the color of envy-I'm delirious, you're delicious, I'm deluded and delusional.I'm lost without you. I need you."
Author: Cecily Von Ziegesar

12. "But if one stops believing in dreams, life loses its meaning, loses its colors."
Author: Cristiane Serruya

13. "My hands are flowing like sunlight. The shapes and colors are astounding. I don't understand these images that are empowering me. My brush touches the canvas like photons to the earth, and a new world develops, free from my control, yet intrinsically dependent upon me. I am sweating with elation. I have no idea what I am doing, or what it is my hands are trying to see. There is so much strength in this clarity I am overpowered by the independence of it."
Author: Daniel J. Rice

14. "There's a peculiar dichotomy in the nature of almost anyone who calls himself a historian. Such scholars all piously assure us that they're telling us the real truth about what really happened, but if you turn any competent historian over and look at his damp underside, you'll find a storyteller, and you can believe me when I tell you that no storyteller's ever going to tell a story without a few embellishments. Add to that the fact that we've all got assorted political and theological preconceptions that are going to color what we write, and you'll begin to realize that no history of any event is entirely reliable..."
Author: David Eddings

15. "Clearly, if we'd had the kind of computer graphics capability then that we have now, the Star Gate sequence would be much more complex than flat planes of light and color."
Author: Douglas Trumbull

16. "Quererte fue una estupidez total, un paso mas allá del bien y el mal, una tormenta de dolor, una historia de terror, un sueño rosa que hoy es gris..."
Author: Dulce María

17. "The elflocks of the crowd were every color of the rainbow, as was the light from their eyes that shone through the mask of the Arkadian winter night. Some of them had wings, but not gauzy gossamer tattooist fabulosities. The wing'd ones among them bore twin sails at their backs, reptilian bat bones folded and hooded just above their heads in taloned, Gothic arches of epidermis."
Author: Edward Morris

18. "...did fear drive her? Fear of the gray, not just in the strands of her hair and her wilting cheeks, but the gray that ran deeper, to the bone, so that she thought she might turn into a fine dust and simply sift away in the wind.....She cooked and cleaned, and cooked and cleaned, and found herself further consumed by the gray, until even her vision was muted and the world around her drained of color."
Author: Eowyn Ivey

19. "What color was the scorpion? I remembered the question Henenu had asked me years ago. The answer was vital: brown scorpions didn't have the power to kill humans, but white ones did.'Brown.' He summoned up a wobbly smile. 'Not very big, either. I shouldn't be carrying on like this. You'll think I'm a child.''Not many children know the kind of words you were using,' I replied dryly."
Author: Esther M. Friesner

20. "The sun is setting fast. The colors die. They shift from purple to dried blood, from nacre to bister, from cool dead grays to pigeon shit."
Author: Henry Miller

21. "I didn't tell you this because I'm sure you would've changed your mind about the dress.""What?" I frowned. "Does it make my butt look big?"She laughed. "No. You looked stunning in it.""Then what's the deal?"Her smile turned downright mischievous. "Oh, you know, just that the color red is Daemon's favorite."
Author: Jennifer L. Armentrout

22. "The scenery you see when you're driving in a car is completely different from the scenery you'd see if you walked the same stretch of road. In the car you might see splashes of color; by foot, you'd realize they are butterflies."
Author: Jodi Picoult

23. "Your moods and colors are my climate, not the changing face of the sky"
Author: John Geddes

24. "Most cartoons are those colors. They have been for 35 years."
Author: John Kricfalusi

25. "A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more."
Author: John Steinbeck

26. "How could anything be the same? The red of blood lay over the market road in slick pools mingled with a yellow spread of dal someone must have brought in anticipation of a picnic after the parade, and there were flies on it, left behind odd slippers, and a sad pair of broken spectacles, even a tooth. It was rather like the government warning about safety that appeared in the cinema before the movie with the image of a man cycling to work, a poor man but with a wife who loved him, and she had sent his lunch with him in a tiffin container; then came a blowing of horns and small, desperate cycle tinkle, and a messy blur clearing into the silent still image of a spread of food mingled with blood. Those mismatched colors, domesticity shuffled with death, sureness running into the unexpected, kindness replaced by the image of violence, always made the cook feel like throwing up and weeping both together."
Author: Kiran Desai

27. "I love bright red drinks, don't you? They taste twice as good as any other color."
Author: L.M. Montgomery

28. "¿Cómo se cuenta el estallido de un sueño? ¿Con qué palabras se recuerda el dolor de la tierra cuando le arrancaron de cuajo una inimaginable prolongación de su hermosura?"
Author: Liliana Bodoc

29. "Para las Tierras Fértiles, la victoria era un sueño difícil. Las criaturas estaban extenuadas de dolor. Y ya muchos deseaban descansar, sin entender que no hay reposo en el sueño de los humillados"
Author: Liliana Bodoc

30. "We choose our sex, our color, our country, and then we look around for the particular set of parents who will mirror the pattern we are bringing in to work on in this lifetime."
Author: Louise L. Hay

31. "It was so big, that view. I'll never remember it properly. How can anyone remember something that big? I don't think people's brains are designed for memories like that. They're designed for things like phone numbers, or the color of someone's hair. Not hugeness."
Author: Lucy Christopher

32. "I am quite sure ... I have no race prejudice, and I think I have no color prejudices, nor caste prejudices. Indeed, I know it. I can stand any society. All I care to know is that a man is a human being—this is enough for me; he can't be any worse."
Author: Mark Twain

33. "The writing career is not a romantic one. The writer's life may be colorful, but his work itself is rather drab."
Author: Mary Roberts Rinehart

34. "Betsy was so full of joy that she had to be alone. She went upstairs to her bedroom and sat down on Uncle Keith's trunk. Behind Tacy's house the sun had set. A wind had sprung up and the trees, their color dimmed, moved under a brooding sky. All the stories she had told Tacy and Tib seemed to be dancing in those trees, along with all the stories she planned to write some day and all the stories she would read at the library. Good stories. Great stories. The classics. Not Rena's novels."
Author: Maud Hart Lovelace

35. "Don't you dare come into my world and tell me what color the ocean is! It's black. Black as midnight. Black and awful!"
Author: Nadia Scrieva

36. "Todo lo que quiero ahora mismo es hacer lo mejor. Cuidar de ella. Eso es lo que haces ¿verdad? Cuando alguien es importante para ti, tu cuidas de ellos. Tratas de tirar el dolor lejos, tirarlo hacia ti si puedes, porque es más fácil pelear con sus demonios que correr el riesgo de que ella quede con alguna cicatriz. Me gustaría pelear con todos si pudiera."
Author: Nyrae Dawn

37. "Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.Es tan corto el amor y es tan largo el olvido.Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo."
Author: Pablo Neruda

38. "Storm returns with close-cropped hair the color of corn silk and a new swagger."
Author: Rae Carson

39. "Those who are esteemed umpires of taste, are often persons who have acquired some knowledge of admired pictures or sculptures, and have an inclination for whatever is elegant; but if you inquire whether they are beautiful souls, and whether their own acts are like fair pictures, you learn that they are selfish and sensual. Their cultivation is local, as if you should rub a log of dry wood in one spot to produce fire, all the rest remaining cold. Their knowledge of the fine arts is some study of rules and particulars, or some limited judgment of color or form which is exercised for amusement or for show. It is a proof of the shallowness of the doctrine of beauty, as it lies in the minds of our amateurs, that men seem to have lost the perception of the instant dependence of form upon soul."
Author: Ralph Waldo Emerson

40. "She had a lot of face and chin. She had pewter-colored hair set in a ruthless permanent, a hard beak and moist eyes with the sympathetic expression of wet stones."
Author: Raymond Chandler

41. "I've seen you too. Ozera. Crispin, right?""Christian," corrected Lissa."Right."...."So what brings you and Christopher here?" asked Blake. He finished a glass of something amber colored and set it down beside the new drink."Christian," said Christian.....Blake gave her puppy-dog eyes. "But you just got here! I was hoping we could get to know each other." It went without saying what he meant by that. "Oh. And Kreskin too."
Author: Richelle Mead

42. "There were no lions any more. There had been lions once. Sometimes in the shimmer of the heat on the plains the motion of their running still flickered on the dry wind — tawny, great, and quickly gone. Sometimes the honey-colored moon shivered to the silence of a ghost-roar on the rising air."
Author: Russell Hoban

43. "Enlighten me, Lord Blackmoor, how should I be wooed, as you put it? I am intrigued by your obvious expertise."He was quick to respond, "You're too vibrant for them. Too strong. You have a sharp mind and an exciting personality and an unexpected sense of humor. If these men were half the man you deserve, they would have already recognized all those things and they would be romancing you accordingly. They would be working to intrigue and amuse and inspire you -- just as you do them. And they would know that only when they have won your mind will they even have a chance at winning your heart."The room felt much warmer all of a sudden, and Alex resisted the urge to fan herself, trying to ignore the rapid increase in her pulse as color flooded her cheeks. In the silence that followed his impassioned speech, Gavin stood and walked over to her. A cocky grin spread across his face. "That's how I write to the women I hope to interest, Alex."
Author: Sarah MacLean

44. "Ol' man Simon, planted a diamond. Grew hisself a garden the likes of none. Sprouts all growin' comin' up glowin' Fruit of jewels all shinin' in the sun. Colors of the rainbow. See the sun and the rain grow sapphires and rubies on ivory vines, Grapes of jade, just ripenin' in the shade, just ready for the squeezin' into green jade wine. Pure gold corn there, Blowin' in the warm air. Ol' crow nibblin' on the amnythyst seeds. In between the diamonds, Ol' man Simon crawls about pullin' out platinum weeds. Pink pearl berries, all you can carry, put 'em in a bushel and haul 'em into town. Up in the tree there's opal nuts and gold pears- Hurry quick, grab a stick and shake some down. Take a silver tater, emerald tomater, fresh plump coral melons. Hangin' in reach. Ol' man Simon, diggin' in his diamonds, stops and rests and dreams about one... real... peach."
Author: Shel Silverstein

45. "I like to watch his hands as he works, making a blank page bloom with strokes of ink, adding touches of color to our previously black and yellowish book. His face takes on a special look when he concentrates. His usual easy expression is replaced by something more intense and removed that suggests an entire world locked away inside him."
Author: Suzanne Collins

46. "Her eyes are gray, but not like those of people from the Seam. They're very pale, as if almost all the color has been sucked out of them."
Author: Suzanne Collins

47. "The colored man is in the South to stay there. He will not leave it voluntarily and he cannot be driven out. He had no voice in being carried into the South, but he will have a very loud voice in any attempt to put him out."
Author: Timothy Thomas Fortune

48. "This revolutionary idea of Western citizenship—replete with ever more rights and responsibilities—would provide superb manpower for growing legions and a legal framework that would guarantee that the men who fought felt that they themselves in a formal and contractual sense had ratified the conditions of their own battle service. The ancient Western world would soon come to define itself by culture rather than by race, skin color, or language. That idea alone would eventually bring enormous advantages to its armies on the battlefield. (p. 122)"
Author: Victor Davis Hanson

49. "Alas, I was unable to transcend the simple human fact that whatever spiritual solace I might find, whatever lithophanic eternities might be provided for me, nothing could make my Lolita forget the foul lust I had inflicted upon her. Unless it can be proven to me -to me as I am now, today, with my heart and my beard, and my putrefaction- that in the infinitue run it does not matter a jot that a North American girl-child names Dolores Haze had been deprived of her childhood by a maniac, unless this can be proven (and if it can, then life is a joke), I see nothing for the treatment of my misery but the melancholy and very local palliative of articulate art. To quote an old poet: The moral sense in mortals is the dutyWe have to pay on mortal sense of beauty."
Author: Vladimir Nabokov

50. "Emotions are the colors of the soul; they are spectacular and incredible. When you don't feel, the world becomes dull and colorless."
Author: Wm. Paul Young

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