Gray Quotes

Mysteriously and in ways that are totally remote from natural experience, the gray drizzle of horror induced by depression takes on the quality of physical pain.

Regrets are the natural property of gray hairs.

Gray skies are just clouds passing over.

Gray hairs are death's blossoms.

Gray hair is a sign of age, not of wisdom.

Most consequential choices involve shades of gray, and some fog is often useful in getting things done.

Life isn't black and white. It's a million gray areas, don't you find?

The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs

By common consent gray hairs are a crown of glory;

the only object of respect that can never excite envy.

Many foxes grow gray but few grow good.

Friendships that have stood the test of time and chance are surely best, Brows may wrinkle, hair grow gray, Friendship never knows decay.

The glory of young men is their strength, and the beauty of old men is their gray head.

In every thriller written about Washington, particularly after 9/11, there are good guys and there are bad guys, and there's no gray area at all.

On the king's gate the moss grew gray;

The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead.

It is not by the gray of the hair that one knows the age of the heart.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Towns are excrescences, gray fluxions, where men, hurrying to find one another, have lost themselves.

The immense majority of human biographies are a gray transit between domestic spasm and oblivion.

Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.

We are a most solitary people, and we live, repelled by one another, in the gray, outcast cities of Cain.

I would love to continue in music, with writing.

.. but I am not the kind of person who will hang around if I start to become irrelevant. If that happens, I will bow down gracefully, raise my kids, and have a garden. And I am going to let my hair go gray when I am older. I don't need to be blonde when I'm 60!

Speed kills colour... the gyroscope, when turning at full speed, shows up gray.

When you're the victim of the behavior, it's black and white;

when you're the perpetrator, there are a million shades of gray.

All theory, dear friend, is gray, but the golden tree of life springs ever green.

We don't often look into these unpleasant details of our great struggle.

We all prefer to think that every man who wore the blue or gray was a Philip Sidney at heart.

I don't know if many people know this about me, but I have multiple sclerosis.

So I don't have time for a lot of shades of gray. I don't have time for BS.

Your attitude is like a box of crayons that color your world.

Constantly color your picture gray, and your picture will always be bleak. Try adding some bright colors to the picture by including humor, and your picture begins to lighten up.

The misery of the middle-aged woman is a gray and hopeless thing, born of having nothing to live for, of disappointment and resentment at having been gypped by consumer society, and surviving merely to be the butt of its unthinking scorn.

No gray hairs streak my soul, no grandfatherly fondness there! I shake the world with the might of my voice, and walk --handsome, twenty-two year old.

Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.

O Time and change! -- with hair as gray as was my sire's that winter day, how strange it seems, with so much gone of life and love, to still live on!

The quality of American life is an insult to the possibilities of human growth.

.. the pollution of American space, with gadgetry and cars and TV and box architecture, brutalizes the senses, making gray neurotics of most of us, and perverse spiritual athletes and strident self-transcenders of the best of us.

A late lark twitters from the quiet skies:And from the west,Where the sun, his day's work ended,Lingers as in content,There falls on the old, gray cityAn influence luminous and serene,A shining peace.

What economy of colors there, compared to a tropical fish or a sunrise or even a pigeon's neck -- dull red, indistinct gray buff, some splotches of green. But what opulence of forms -- serpents, goblets, tapestries, coils, pouches, conch shells, washboards, sheets, waves, curls, fountains of translucent tissue.

Gross and obscure natures, however decorated, seem impure shambles;

but character gives splendor to youth, and awe to wrinkled skin and gray hairs.

How many of us are able to distinguish between the odors of noon and midnight, or of winter and summer, or of a windy spell and a still one? If man is so generally less happy in the cities than in the country, it is because all these variations and nuances of sight and smell and sound are less clearly marked and lost in the general monotony of gray walls and cement pavements.

The Mediterranean has the color of mackerel, changeable I mean.

You don't always know if it is green or violet, you can't even say it's blue, because the next moment the changing reflection has taken on a tint of rose or gray.

Sir, a man who cannot get to heaven in a green coat, will not find his way thither the sooner in a gray one.

Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath;

Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.

When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.

January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave;

February bears the bier, march with grief does howl and rave, and April weeps -- but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.

Worry -- a God, invisible but omnipotent.

It steals the bloom from the cheek and lightness from the pulse; it takes away the appetite, and turns the hair gray.

Nothing dates one so dreadfully as to think someplace is uptown.

At our age one must be watchful of these conversational gray hairs.

Baseball is a game of race, creed, and color.

The race is to first base. The creed is the rules of the game. The color? Well, the home team wears white uniforms, and the visiting team wears gray.

But I was never, you know, when I see some kids today who are close to their parents, close to their friends... I think it's simply wonderful. I was not a happy kid. Back in those days, I remember the sick, gray days were better. Because when it was sunny I'd feel worse.

The gray has gone away. I am living in bright Technicolor.

I'd say that my musical influences are anywhere from pop-rock electronica, new age and classical. But I think that specifically, bands - I love Jem, I love Sigur Ross, I love David Gray, I love Elliot Smith... a lot of different people. But I don't find lyrical inspiration from anybody.

Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure... than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.

Life is a wretched gray Saturday, but it has to be lived through.

They can see the brave silhouette from almost anywhere in the District of Columbia and use it as a compass to locate other monuments and eventually to find their way out of the great, gray federal wilderness.