Color Blue Quotes

“Anna watched as Abel walked across the empty schoolyard, she wondered whether there was a limit to desolation or whether it grew endlessly, infinitely. Desolation with a hundred faces and more, desolation of a hundred different kinds and more, like the color blue.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“Here are three things I know for sure:
1. When I was born, someone- I like to think it was my mother- wrapped me in a blue ball gown.
2. There is a color in this world that was named after a king's daughter, who always wore gowns that were made of exactly the same shade of blue. The stories about her make me wish sometimes I could have been friends with her; she smoked in public (at a time when women didn't), once jumped fully clothed into a swimming pool with the captain of a ship, often wore a boa constrictor around her neck, and another time shot at telegraph poles from a moving train.
3. My favorite story goes like this: once, on an island not far from here, there was a queen who climbed a tree waiting for her husband to return from a battle. She tied herself to a branch and vowed to remain there until he returned. She waited for so long that she slowly transformed into an orchid, which was an exact replica of the pattern on the blue gown she was wearing.
Here's one more thing that I know for sure is true.
On the day June told us she was going to hospital to bring you home, I was in the workshop pressing blue lady orchids. I've always loved them best because their centres are my favorite color: the color of the gown I was once wrapped in. The color of a king's wayward daughter favored. A color called Alice blue.”
― Holly Ringland, The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart

“Humans get hungry for blue, it seems: to hold the sea in
their hands, to wear the sky in their hair, to drape themselves in the hazy blue of distant mountains. Blue is more
than a colour: it is a feeling. We don’t say that we feel orange or
purple, but we say we feel blue when our souls are sad and heavy. We
play or sing or listen to the blues to express this sensation. Like any
colour, it cannot be adequately described with words, only experienced, known through the eyes and the soul.

Making blue has always been magic: the domain of alchemists since the beginning of human history. To find red only required blood or
berries or the smearing of red clay. To make brown was as simple as
reaching down to the earth beneath one’s feet. White chalk is plentiful in many places, or can be replaced by fire ash. But blue appears
rarely in forms from which paints or dyes can be made…blue requires earthly magic.”
― Lucy H. Pearce, She of the Sea

“Friendship can always change over time. Here, try this.” She places a small bronze coin in my hand and another in Jack’s. “Fold your hands around it, just for a second or two. Go on, Jack, you can show us now.”
With his brow wrinkled, he opens up his hand. In a split second, it has turned into a cerulean blue, bright as the sky we’ve been driving under together.
“What’s this do?” he asks, flipping it over. It’s the same blue on the back, with the emblem of an olive tree branch embossed on it.
She nods. “If you two have matching colors, it shows compatibility as friends—and as lovers.”
I peek down at my hand, opening my fingers just a crack. Enough for me to see… oh, hell no.
That’s robin’s-egg blue. Not cerulean blue, not… the exact color as Jack’s.”
― Julie Abe, The Charmed List

“Fleurie’s charmed coin. I’d laughed at it then, but…
I open my hand to see it blaze a cerulean blue as vivid as a cloudless sky. The same exact blue as Jack’s coin. As bright as those mornings in recess, when we’d have our honeysuckle days. Back when life was simple, back when I thought I’d known him…
I do know Jack, after all. Some things haven’t changed.”
― Julie Abe, The Charmed List

“Nautical blue? Nah.” Her best friend, Chantal, used her fingertip to reveal the next set of colors. “Back in Chicago, with Lake Michigan nearby, maybe. But out here?” Her tone indicated just what she thought of the rural Illinois town. She tapped another hue on the swatch. “What you want here is cornflower blue.”
Grinning, Simone shook her head. She’d missed joking around with Chantal. And nothing could dim her pride in the town’s agriculture. Their corn fed the nation. Lake Michigan was picturesque but cold and forbidding half the time.”
― Chandra Blumberg, Stirring Up Love

“Chiara gasped as her mentor passed her the wand, and a small star appeared at its tip. It should have warmed Chiara's heart to see it, but she could barely muster a smile.
"The reception of a fairy's wand is often a bittersweet occasion. Let that be a reminder for you that magic can bring great joy as well as sorrow, hope as well as fear. May you use yours to shine light upon darkness."
"I will," Chiara vowed.
As soon as the words left her lips, the star on her wand came aglow and a pair of iridescent wings bloomed from her back.
"What name will you take, Chiara Belmagio?"
The answer was one she had toyed with ever since she'd considered the fairies' invitation. "The Blue Fairy."
Blue was the color that brought her joy. The color of the walls of the music room where she and Ilaria had spent countless hours laughing and chasing each other and making music; the color of her father's eyes, like hers; the color of the sea where she and Niccolo took their little boat out when the weather was fair.
Her dress shimmered with stardust. The pale color deepened into a warm and rich blue, and the fabric softened into gossamer silk. The threads stitched themselves into a gown worthy of a good fairy, turning her long sleeves into iridescent swaths of starlight. A beautiful yet understated uniform. Perfect for the new fairy.
Only the ribbon she wore in her hair was the same as before. A reminder of Chiara Belmagio, daughter of Pariva.”
― Elizabeth Lim, When You Wish Upon a Star