Best 77 quotes in «grey quotes» category

Some people will like it [Fifty Shades of Grey] and some won't. I have other movies coming up, this is not what my whole life turns around.

She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.

Sometimes, I wake up and the skies are grey and everything's horrible.

Shades of Grey. I haven't read it yet, but what you have to read carefully, is “Story of O” by the French writer Dominique Aury. This is actually the forerunner of all the whole SM novels and it's really good. You have to read it.

That sun, that light had faded, and she had faded with them. Now she was as grey as the season itself.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

The cool, grey city of love.

The more things change, the more they stay different.

The grey mare is the better horse.

The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.

'The Portrait of Dorian Grey' beautifully articulates how the altruistic part of ourselves clashes with our essentially narcissistic state.

Tis the hard grey weather Breeds hard English men.

There is a grey blur, and a green blur. I try to stay on the grey one.

... we see the poor as a mass of shadow, painted in one flat grey wash, at the remote edges of our sunshine.

When I was 15, I was naive, looked like a grey mouse and felt second choice.

When all candles are out, all cats are grey, All things are then of one color, as who say. And this proverb faith, for quenching hot desire, Foul water as soon as faire, will quench hot fire.

When I was 20 I was immensely proud of the rows of grey-spined Penguin Modern Classics in my bookcase.

Yes, Garnett Grey was an Architect. Were a psychoanalyst to approach him from behind, tap his shoulder, and say 'Humanity,' Garrett'd spin and respond, without hesitation, 'Solvable'.

All hail the light, the dark, and the grey.

Your biggest dream? - Nora Grey Kiss you. - Patch Cipriano

And not one person would notice the grey parts of her until it was too late, because everyone falls for a pretty face.

All work and no play will make you sad and grey!

You are always learning; there is a lot of grey; don't take things for granted.

Grey is… such a mean word. I don’t remember a time when I thought grey was anything but… pain. No matter how many clothes I’ve designed, I’ve always avoided that one colour. It’s a colour that is undecided. A colour that is full of heartache, confusion and misunderstanding. Yet it seems… Everyone else chose to be grey. Left all other colours. Left black and it’s darkness. Left white and it’s lightness. And just, hold on to all shades of grey. To me… Grey is not a colour no a feeling. Grey is… you and me.

Goodbye, Christian," I murmur. "Ana, goodbye," he says softly, and he looks utterly, utterly broken,a man in agonizing pain, reflecting how I feel inside. I tear my gaze away from him before I can change my mind and try to comfort him. The elevator doors close close and it whisks me down to the bowels of the basement and to my own personal hell.

Gray. The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray, so ultimate and ubiquitous that colour was everywhere around me. Gray...

How did you become this way?" "Why is anybody the way they are? That's kind of hard to answer.

I had seen the world as either white or black. It is only when I read the pages of her diary that I understood why the sky looked so grey.

Is life a game of yes or no? I wonder about the absolutes that we try to create for ourselves, our relationship, our life choices. We try to make things black and white when sometimes it is much more grey.

If you want to wait till your black hairs turn grey and your teeth start pulling out before you become a leader, you are either too fast to prove your ignorance, or you are too late to know who you are made of.

If you do this, Nedra, if you choose necromancy...I will not follow you into that darkness." "Oh, Grey," I said, shifting my bag on my shoulder. "What do you know of darkness?

Why do I feel ten feet tall when I make her laugh?

Lying in my bed, I pray for a dreamless sleep... but if I am to dream, I want to dream of her.

It was difficult to define an outlaw in a country where there was no law.

I've never wanted more, until I met you. - Christian Grey, Fifty Shades of Grey

O Danúbio, pensei, era o Danúbio mas não era azul, era amarelo, a cidade toda era amarela, os telhados, o asfalto, os parques, engraçado isso, uma cidade amarela, eu pensava que Budapeste fosse cinzenta, mas Budapeste era amarela.

Mrs. Grey I have received three compliments on my new haircut. Compliments from my staff are new. It must be the ridiculous smile I’m wearing whenever I think about last night. You are indeed a wonderful, talented, beautiful woman. And all mine.

Silence gradually spread its great, fragile butterfly wings across the ward. The sun had disappeared, replaced by grey and rain. This particular month of July was reading the script for March.

Nothing is ever black and white, Nila. You should know that bu now. Its all how you survive the grey." -Kes

Same time as every day, Fyl..." she fussed, the rest of the bridge crew seeming to hold their breaths. "TWELVE THIRTY!" came the chorus. The next hour dragged by, in about the same way as the hour before that. At twelve twenty-five, Commander Ortez found himself stepping out of an elevator into an equally mundane grey steel corridor on his way to the mess hall. Turning a corner, he met with a stream of crewmen milling around between shifts. Some off-duty personnel were lounging around in civvies, which consisted mostly of re-revamped 60's hippy fashions. Of all the places on the ship, the mess was the most spacious, (i.e.: it was a big mess.) The command officer’s balcony overhung the rest of the crew dining area. Ortez sat at his usual place, wincing as he remembered to get someone to fix the springs in his chair. An ensign, 3rd class dressed in chef’s white, served him with a plate of what either ended up feeding the chefs latest pet - or strangling it. Marnetti, Barnum and the sciences officer Commander Jaris Skotchdopole filed in, not necessarily in that order, and found seats. After a few bites, Marnetti -- who was the first officer and navigator, put up a hand and signalled a waiter. The lad approached fearfully, appreciating the highlight of his day.

That’s the problem of today’s generation. You want all the things quickly. You all hate to struggle. You see the life into two extremes, either success or failure, either rich or broke, either victory or defeat. You see the life in all black and white, but there are various shades of gray in-between two extremes of black and white and life happens to be there.

The car housed a hysterical bumper sticker: Save the Planet, and I permitted a moment of contemplation to truly bask in this thought. Save the planet? What a joke. Save the planet from what? From ourselves? And save it for what? For ourselves? It was a kind of perpetual stupidity in a tug-of-war battle over trivial matters. Only imbeciles see things in black and white: liberal or conservative, yes or no, this or that. Those in power laugh at those people in their morally inverted shades of grey, basking in the labels they've created so the people are easier to control.

The Doktor was very vond, I mean fond of Vluffy, so he gave him a flame-proof doggie-jacket. It was dull grey, but it had a tartan pattern on it. Vluffy liked his doggie-jacket and wore it all the time. When things went ‘bang’ he could just roll over, dust himself off and quickly scamper off with the doggie jacket flapping on his back. So in short, Vluffy was a very happy little dog who spent a lot of his time hiding under furniture. But the point is that he’d had a lot of time. Much more than those who went (up in smoke) before him.

Some people do not really hate aging; they merely love the colour black.

The loyal and most emerald The tempted By the moon's aging white Never fell from grace Never felt this grey

The colour grey is an unemotional colour, neutral, on the fence and neither here, nor there. Tis why old people’s hair turns grey . . . betwixt life and death.

There´s something about you and I´m finding it impossible to stay away

The unknown grayish mystifying forest was benumbed into frost-covered cold, and the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil resembled a gathering of severe mute brothers from a forbidden ancient order worshiping forgotten gods no one had ever heard of outside of the world of secret occult visions.

The world of Katherine Kavanagh is very clear, very black and white. Not the intangible, mysterious, vague hues of gray that color my world. Welcome to my world.

We are all dealt a hand at birth. A good hand can ultimately lose - just as a poor hand can win - but we must all play the cards the fate deals. The choices we face may not be the choices we want, but they are choices nonetheless.