Warna Kehidupan Novels & Stories

She blurted out and I scoffed, getting up to face her. "Is it that obvious? Red is always on alert for predators." I folded my arms, feeling the heat of anger and the disagreement from my wolf to keep calm. She wanted to claw at her eyes and I wanted to slap her so hard for being so obsessed with my life. "No! Red imposes danger and causes disaster. Not even a white color can stand it ." She sneered and lifted her long gown that had a little slit as if the ground was a filth "That's because that white color has something Hidden under its sleeves, it will reveal itself once a red stain does a little touch" I kept replying to the stupid remarks about color, smiling sheepishly as if we were bes

"This one would led to the Land Palace, this one to the Sky Palace, this one to your father's palace and this one to the Twin tower. You don't need symbols. The doors are the symbols Raymond realized his incapability on this quest. To the eyes of death, every color is the same. In the face of death, joy and sadness are the same thing. In the face of death, everything is fair. But, in life where emotions are strongest, every detail of memory constitutes color. Color is the essence of life. To death, everything is just black and white, truth and justice. To life, every color has meaning. Every meaning varies. It'sno wonder why only few people lived happily. Happiness is a door mostly used the

I just knew it was somewhere in this building. The paintings were similar; they were all colourful. You could almost feel the blissful energy radiating off them. The vibrant colours that were meant to be beautiful actually hurt my eyes badly and made bitterness seep in. If it were up to me, I'd bring them down and burn them. Some people say art is a way to express yourself, to show your emotions without actually saying them. I used to love painting when I was younger, but I stopped a while ago. After I went through my old paintings and found the ones from my early life, which were a great contrast with my most recent ones. Where I now had gloomy, colourless paintings, the old ones were fille

He shivered under the woolen layers of his own parka, his breath coming out in white faint puffs. It would be nice to hold somebody’s hand, he thinks, nice to experience the cool colors of winter instead of the dull black and white he had been seeing for years. His friends, Jax and Fox, had told him about the color of winter. Or they tried. It seemed it was hard to describe colors to somebody who had never seen them before. And Kai wanted to see them badly, so badly it hurt. In his eyes, seeing the color meant love, it meant happiness, it meant completion, it meant his other half had found him.

“What colors are there? As I thought you could only get them in white.” “We do them in white, yes and we also do pink, purple, and yellow. Would you like me to tell you about the significance behind each of the colors for you to make up your mind?” “Yes, please that would be so helpful.” “Well, the white signifies purity and innocence.” That sounds like Savannah. “The pink signifies appreciation and admiration.” That is how I feel about Savannah. “The purple signifies charm and passion.” Oh boy, this is a tough choice. “And the yellow signifies gratitude.” Fuck.

The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”

Again. There were bright yellow shades levitating above her head, a dim of red and grey. And for some unknown reason, as crazy as that may sound, I thought I could actually…explain what the colors meant. Bright yellow for nature. Grey, dark and pigmented. Jealousy. And the red, a little touch of anger.

He wiped me down with clumsy care, taught himself to cook plain porridge, and slept on a narrow folding chair by my bed every night, fully dressed, just to be near. The day I was discharged, sunlight bathed the seaside town in gold. Nathan pushed my wheelchair, a cashmere blanket he had bought draped over me. Six months later, he rented the only art gallery in town and sponsored my very first solo exhibition. He named it 'Rebirth'. The bright, spacious hall was filled with the work I had poured my soul into for half a year. Storm-dark seas before a tempest. Iridescent light shimmering on rocks after rain. A daisy blooming toward the sun from a bookstore window.

When I started painting, I put every feeling that had that black, it was even funny when you take something pure like white and dirty it with black, white represents so many happy feelings, like peace, the will to live, purity, when a bride puts white on her wedding day she is showing how pure she is for her husband, not that this is something bad, to give yourself body and soul to a single person must be the most wonderful thing in the world, and this is what white represents, but black, the darkest tone, the color that prevents you from seeing further, the color of sadness, of death, the color that makes you sad, even if the color has not existed for this is still how it will be transmitte

Obedient Colors make things beautiful. Everything that has colors gives meaning to the one who sees it. They said that colors represent the emotion of a person. And the three primary colors have the most generalized meaning. Blue is for sadness. Various movies and artworks had been made where blue color is associated to emphasize that the character is hurting or sad just wear blue color. Yellow for happiness. Using the yellow color brings joy to the people because they said that it has a cheerful aura. And Red is for anger or maybe love. You'll be confused if you don't understand the meaning of the color.