Then did I punish those who disbelieved, so how was the manifestation of My disapproval Do you not see that Allah sends down water from the cloud, then We bring forth therewith fruits of various colors and in the mountains are streaks, white and red, of various hues and (others) intensely black And of men and beasts and cattle are various species of it likewise those of His servants only who are possessed of knowledge fear Allah surely Allah is Mighty, Forgiving.
Quotes about hues (16 Quotes)
Perhaps the most talked about trend for 2006 is the use of travel-inspired colors to decorate the home. Some consumers are starting to suffer from 'bright-color fatigue,' and now favor richer, deeper hues that evoke thoughts of far-off destinations.
It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues.
The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastised by sabler tints of woe.
The hues of the opal, the light of the diamond, are not seen if the eye is too near.
Give me artificial flowers - porcelain and metal glories - neither fading nor decaying, forms unaging. Flowers of the splendid gardens of another place, where Forms and Styles and Knowledge dwell. I love flowers made of glass or gold, true Art's true gifts, their painted hues more beautiful than nature's, worked in nacre and enamel, with perfect leaves and branches.
Nothing beats a haunted moonlit night on All hallows Eve... And on this fatal night, at this witching time, the starless sky laments black and unmoving. The somber hues of an ominous, dark forest are suddenly illuminated under the emerging face of the full moon.
You must try to match your colors as nearly as you can to those you see before you, and you must study the effects of light and shade on nature's own hues and tints.
There's one thing which I hate about color films... people who use up a lot of their despairing producer's money by working in the laboratory to bring out the dominant hues, or to make color films where there isn't any color.
There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love.
Whither have fled
The hues of heaven that canopied his bower
Of yesternight?
Red morning dawned upon his flight,
Shedding the mockery of its vital hues
Upon his cheek of death.
Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd in the morning dews.
Beauty is an all-pervading presence. It unfolds to the numberless flowers of the Spring it waves in the branches of the trees and in the green blades of grass it haunts the depths of the earth and the sea, and gleams out in the hues of the shell and the precious stone. And not only these minute objects, but the ocean, the mountains, the clouds, the heavens, the stars, the rising and the setting sun all overflow with beauty. The universe is its temple and those people who are alive to it can not lift their eyes without feeling themselves encompassed with it on every side.
Spirit of Beauty, that dost consecrate
With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon
Of human thought or form, -- where art thou gone?
But who can paint like Nature? Can imagination boast, amid its gay creation, hues like hers?