People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and its ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.
The beauty and mystery of this world only emerges through affection, attention, interest and compassion . . . open your eyes wide and actually see this world by attending to its colors, details and irony.
The sky is already purple; the first few stars have appeared, suddenly,
as if someone had thrown a handful of silver across the edge of the world.
The purest and most thoughtful minds are those which love color the most.
Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak
to the soul in a thousand different ways.
If I can put one touch of rosy sunset into the life of any man or woman,
I shall feel that I have worked with God.
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
Orhan Pamuk, My Name is Red
Alice Hoffman, Here on Earth
John Ruskin
Oscar Wilde
G.K. Chesterton
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