Quotes by Purple The lands are lit with all the autumn blaze of golden-rod, and everywhere the purple asters nod and bend and wave and flit. Helen Hunt purple autumn land All the American women had purple noses and gray lips and their faces were chalk white from terrible powder. I recognized that the United States could be my life's work. Helena Rubinstein purple fashion white When people tell you to walk a certain way, it's like not thinking of a purple tomato. You can't not do it. Helen Fisher purple people thinking You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known, Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own — What are you when the rose is blown? Henry Wotton purple spring years No prosaic description can portray the grandeur of 40 miles of rugged mountains rising beyond a placid lake in which each shadowy precipice and each purple gorge is reflected with a vividness that rivals the original. Herbert Hoover purple mountain lakes The fallen hazel-nuts, Stripped late of their green sheaths, The grapes, red-purple, Their berries Dripping with wine, Pomegranates already broken, And shrunken fig, And quinces untouched, I bring thee as offering. Hilda Doolittle purple wine offering Long hours Hilda Doolittle purple time years There is no dignity in wickedness, whether in purple or rags; and hell is a democracy of devils, where all are equals. Herman Melville purple devil democracy Often a purple patch or two is tacked on to a serious work of high promise, to give an effect of colour. Horace purple giving two We spent a long time learning the craft of songwriting, Roger Glover and I, for a few years before we joined Deep Purple. You learn about the percussive value of words, and you learn about rhyme and meter. You learn that you can't transform a poem into a song lyric, mostly because the spoken shape of words is different than the sung shape of words. You wouldn't use the vowel 'U' or the vowel sound 'ooo' for a high note for example, its very difficult. Ian Gillan purple song years I love purple because my name is Amethyst. Iggy Azalea amethyst purple names Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. Jack Kerouac purple sunset color When a soldier is hit by a cannonball, rags are as becoming as purple. Henry David Thoreau purple becoming soldier Mauve is just pink trying to be purple. James Whistler purple trying A typical 'Larry King Live' is a pastiche whose absurdism defies parody. Wearing his trademark suspenders and purple shirts, he looks as if he's strapped to the chair with vertical seat belts, unable to eject. James Wolcott purple typical kings Are we fighting?" I asked Morelli. "No. Were discussing." "Are you sure?" "Am I yelling?" Morelli asked. "Is my face purple? Are the cords on my neck standing out? Am I waving my arms around?" "No." "The were not fighting. Janet Evanovich purple yelling fighting September is a sweep of dusky, purple asters, a sumac branch swinging a fringe of scarlet leaves, and the bittersweet scene of wild grapes when I walk down the lane to the mailbox. September is a golden month of mellow sunlight and still clear days. ... Small creatures in the grass, as if realizing their days are numbered, cram the night air with sound. Everywhere goldenrod is full out. Jean Hersey purple air night October arrives in a swirl of fragrant blue leaf smoke, the sweetness of slightly frosted MacIntosh apples, and little hard acorns falling. We are in the midst of cool crisp days, purple mists, and Nature recklessly tossing her whole palette of dazzling tones through fields and woodlands. Jean Hersey purple blue fall I haven't been in Washington over the last - ever. I'm not part of Washington. I got to serve as governor of a state, a purple state and I was the most successful conservative governor probably, during the time that I was there. Jeb Bush purple lasts successful I grow warm, I begin to feel happy. There is nothing extraordinary in this, it is a small happiness of Nausea: it spreads at the bottom of the viscous puddle, at the bottom of out time - the time of purple suspenders, and broken chair seats; it is made of white, soft instants, spreading at the edge, like an oil stain. No sooner than born, it is already old, it seems as though I have known it for twenty years. Jean-Paul Sartre purple oil white «1234567891011»