Roland Gift Quotes

I think it's better to burn out than to fade away... it's better to live out your days being very, very active - even if it destroys you - than to quietly... disappear.

The closer the source of light is to a subject, the broader the beams are.

I use about 20 different colours to retain the luminance in my work.

I really love color.

The way I played the game, the way I live my life, is very emotional.

I am utterly, consummately intense, wearing sunflowers and poppies and dahlias in my buttonhole.

I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.

To enlarge or illustrate this power and effect of love is to set a candle in the sun.

The only sin passion can commit is to be joyless.

I like light, color, luminosity. I like things full of color and vibrant.

A man must live like a great brilliant flame and burn as brightly as he can. In the end he burns out. But this is far better than a mean little flame.

Red is the great clarifier - bright and revealing. I can't imagine becoming bored with red - it would be like becoming bored with the person you love.

Candy apple red is my favorite color. It's a powerful color to wear. It's always been that way - I've always been really attracted to that color.

His act may start out slow, but it tapers off.

Things that burn very brightly, we wonder how long they can keep burning.

I'm not afraid of color. I like color.

Live life intensely - I've always believed in that.

I like vibrant colors.

I like colours. I like to be bright and bold.

I'd rather be a shooting star than a fading star.

Brass has a very distinctive sound. It's delicate but powerful, but it's also melancholic and plaintive.

I speak passionately. I drive passionately. If I hit a ball, I will do it passionately, too. Because I don't understand how you go through life without involvement. Whatever I am doing in my life, whether big or small, I am 100 per cent involved.

Love is often gentle, desire always a rage.

In his own way, he's lived life with all the intensity he could muster.

She felt a little nervous about this; 'for it might end, you know,' said Alice to herself, 'in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?' And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle looks like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.