Warna Kehidupan Novels & Stories

We headed into the museum and I was curious about why the place seemed so empty and questioned him. "I wanted it for ourselves. It's amazing what the right amount of money can do for you," he chuckled and pulled me along. I marvelled at the numerous colors that splashed across Rai's handsome features. It was like a fairytale. Rai led us to one room illuminated by yellow citrine lights.

I answered. "White? Why?" He asked. "Because white is peaceful, it makes me calm and soothe my nerves. It is cold and it has its beauty" I answered. "But, white changes colour very frequently" He replied. "Means?" I asked. "White is plain, uncoloured. If you add any colour it will change its presence. Then, it will be no more white while... Black, No matter how many colours you add to it never loses its existence." He said looking into my eyes.

Everything from dark blue, black, and white to bright yellow, purple, and pink. Everything matched her personality and that of Mercy perfectly. She had found this trait when she was young. Her mother loved color and wanted their house to have as much color as they could muster. Every object that was placed in the living room, kitchen, and bedroom was colored or had something of color to represent them. Kulture's favorite colors were red and orange. They reminded her of blood and fire. She didn't know why she felt such strong feelings about the color orange.

17 January 2014 Green – the middlemost color in the spectrum is also representative of life itself. It is presumably the product of the transition of colors from fiery red to ambivalent orange then mellow yellow. To continue this illustration, let us also assume that blue must be the color of freedom, indigo for righteous anger and indignation and violet for all our grievances, frustrations, and misgivings. Colors are just varying shades of gray perceptible to the eyes, discounting any visual impairment, of the animal species and the rest of the image-capturing gadgets. These tints and hues are only appreciated in the presence of light since its absence would only result to complete abysmal

She looked at Jesse with such intensity, her eyes turning dark. Jesse rolled his eyes and groaned. "Ugh, there it is again." "Jesse Akerman, life isn't just about affirmations and negations, the black and white. That's fucking boring," K put into words. "That's why you always have to go and roam around the gray areas. I hate that term, though. Gray areas - they're actually what makes life more colorful, more alive."

I forwarded them again. She nodded and did the same. "See how these colors brought life to this blank canvas," I said. "Beautiful," She whispered. "Exactly this white canvas is our relationship which is blank now. It's upon you with which color you have to paint whether with yellow, red, or black or left with white only." I said calmly. "A perfect businessman who invests his time wisely. This was all because you want me to understand this. Now, this white theme is making good sense." She said in sarcasm.

Sebastian confesses, walking up to stand beside River. "Big is an understatement." River notes, distracted by the amazing scheme of colors, matching with the white and muted grays of the walls. The drapes are thick, partly open to let in the afternoon light from the four large windows placed sparingly along the south end of the living room. Each side and end table matches the other, the floor around it is hardwood and polished to a glossy sheen. The fireplace was also a beauty to behold, lined with carved wood impressions that surrounds it. Adding to the appeal of the house, that still had echoes like a chamber not visited often. Though, the voice of Caleb and Cairo fills the walls, adding l

Mark said. "Okay, now choose between red or white." she said. "Definitely red." He chuckled. He couldn't imagine how serious she was over colors, he knew it was something dear to her heart, hence her insistence on him choosing. "Why did you pick that color?" She asked. "Because red is action and that's what I want in our lives," he said. He knew what it felt like to live in a world without action. He just wasn't wired like that. He needed to always be on top of everything.

Then he stood up and held her before turning around and walking around with her beside him. The Princess and Prince did the same while the flower girls sprinkled flowers on them. All of a sudden, the audience felt like they were watching a real-life event. " Red, the color red stands for life. As we all are aware, The color red is the color of our blood. And the blood running through our veins is the reason why every one of us is alive and kicking. " The speaker said and everyone nodded in agreement. " Up, Red! " The members announced as the matching began.

White clean walls painted all sorts of dark gloomy colours. I understood one thing at last, and this learning made all my observations and reflections worth, "It was me who was holding the tray full of colours. Tray full of all different colours. Why do I need to stand there and mourn over the ruined picture of my life. Why should I mourn it being painted black and blue? Why not just repaint it white and spill all different colours over it. Just a single stroke, just a moment of courage. A moment of difference." I kept trying to mourn less and believe more upon myself, sitting over there I was lost wondering when the door creaked open, the silence was so evident that the sneakiest of the noi