lack of color Quotes

The locomotives are black. The coal is black. The tracks are black. The night is black. So what am I going to do with color?

Even the sky was grey. Grey and grey and greyer. The whole world grey, everywhere you look, everything grey except the eyes of the bride. The eyes of the bride were brown. Big and brown and full of fear.

I crave white on white and black, but my thoughts race in glorious technicolour, prodding me awake, whipping away the warm blanket of invisibility every time it sears to smother my mind in nothing.

when the sky is as grey as this - impeccably grey, a denial, really of the very concept of colour - and the stooped millions lift their heads, it's hard to tell the air from the impurities in our human eyes, as if the sinking climbing paisley curlicues of grit were part of the element itself, rain, spores, tears, film, dirt. Perhaps, at such moments, the sky is no more then the sum of the dirt that lives in our human eyes.

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!

Nina knew the power of black and white images. Sometimes a thing was its truest self when the colors were stripped away.